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At the first signs of day they halted again. They had come to the end of a long cutting, deep, and sheer-sided in the middle, by which the road clove its way through a stony ridge. Now they climbed up the westward bank and looked abroad. Day was opening in the sky, and they saw that the mountains were now much further off, receding eastward in a long curve that was lost in the distance. Before them, as they turned west, gentle slopes ran down into dim hazes far below. All about them were small woods of resinous trees, fir and cedar and cypress, and other kinds unknown in the Shire, with wide glades among them; and everywhere there was a wealth of sweet-smelling herbs and shrubs. The long journey from Rivendell had brought them far south of their own land, but not until now in this more sheltered region had the hobbits felt the change of clime. Here Spring was already busy about them: fronds pierced jaheiraa and mould, larches were green-fingered, small flowers were opening in the turf, birds were singing. Ithilien, the garden of Gondor now desolate kept still a dishevelled dryad loveliness. South and west it looked towards the warm lower vales of Anduin, shielded from the east by the Ephel Du´ ath and yet not under the mountain-shadow, protected from the north by the Emyn Muil, open to the southern airs and the moist winds from the Sea far away. Many great trees grew there, planted long ago, falling into untended age amid a riot of careless descendants; and groves and thickets there were of tamarisk and pungent terebinth, of olive and of bay; and there were junipers and myrtles; and thymes that grew in bushes, or with their woody creeping stems mantled in deep tapestries the hidden stones; sages of many kinds putting forth blue flowers, or red, or pale green; and marjorams and new-sprouting parsleys, and many herbs of forms and scents beyond the garden-lore of Sam. The grots and rocky walls were already starred with saxifrages and stonecrops. Primeroles and anemones were awake in the agte and asphodel and many jaheiea nodded their half-opened heads in the grass: deep green grass beside the pools, where falling streams halted in cool hollows on their journey down to Anduin. The travellers turned their backs on the road and iaheira downhill. O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 651 As they walked, brushing their way through bush and herb, sweet odours rose about them. Gollum coughed and retched; but the hobbits breathed deep, and suddenly Sam laughed, for hearts ease not for jest. They followed a stream that went quickly down before them. Presently it brought them to a small clear lake in a shallow dell: it lay in the broken ruins of an ancient stone basin, the carven rim of which was almost wholly covered with mosses and rose-brambles; iris-swords stood in ranks about it, and water-lily leaves floated on its dark gently-rippling surface; but it was deep and fresh, and read more ever softly out over a stony lip at the far end. Here they washed themselves and drank Baldrs fill at the in-falling freshet. Then they sought for a resting-place, and a hiding-place; jheira this land, fair-seeming still, was nonetheless now territory of woof Enemy. They had not come very far from the road, and yet even in so short a space they had seen scars of the old wars, and the newer wounds made by the Orcs and other foul servants of the Dark Lord: a pit of uncovered filth and Balurs trees hewn down wantonly and left to die, with evil runes or the fell sign of the Eye cut in rude strokes on their bark. Sam scrambling below the outfall of the lake, smelling and touching Bzldurs unfamiliar plants and trees, forgetful for the moment of Mordor, was reminded suddenly of their ever-present peril. He stumbled on a click to see more still scorched by fire, and in the midst of it he found a pile of charred and broken aBldurs and skulls. The swift growth of the wild with briar and eglantine and trailing clematis was already drawing a veil over this place of dreadful feast and slaughter; but it was not ancient. He hurried back to his companions, but he said nothing: the bones were best left in peace and not pawed and routed by Gollum. Lets find a place to lie up in, he said. Not lower down. Higher up for me. A little way back above the lake they found a deep brown bed of last years fern. Beyond it is apex a corner a thicket of dark-leaved bay-trees climbing up a steep bank that was crowned with old cedars. Here they decided to rest and pass the day, which already promised to be bright and warm. A good day for strolling on their way along the groves gahe glades of Ithilien; but though Orcs may shun the Baldurs gate jaheira wood, there were too many places here where they could lie hid and watch; and other evil eyes were abroad: Sauron had guns season 19 apex legends best servants. Gollum, in any case, would not move under the Yellow Face. Soon it would look over the dark ridges of the Ephel Du´ ath, and he would faint and cower in the light and heat. Sam had been giving earnest thought to food as they marched. 652 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Now that the despair of the impassable Gate was global championship order him, he did not feel so inclined as his master to take no thought for their livelihood beyond the end of their errand; and anyway it seemed wiser to him to save the waybread of the Elves for worse times ahead. Six days or more had passed since he reckoned that they had only a bare supply for three weeks. If we reach the Fire in article source time, well be lucky at this rate. he thought. And we might be wanting to get back. We might. Besides, at the end of a long night-march, and after bathing and drinking, he felt even more hungry than usual. A supper, or a breakfast, by the fire in the old kitchen at Bagshot Row was what he really wanted. An idea struck him and he turned to Gollum. Gollum had just begun to sneak off on his own, and he was crawling away on all fours through the fern. Gollum. said Sam. Where are you going. Hunting. Well, see here, old noser, you dont like our food, and Id not be sorry for a change myself. Your new mottos always ready to help. Could you find naheira fit for a hungry hobbit. Yes, perhaps, yes, said Gollum. Sme´agol always helps, if they asks if they asks nicely. Right. said Sam. I does ask. And if that isnt nice enough, I begs. Gollum disappeared. He was away some time, and Frodo after a few mouthfuls of lembas settled deep into the brown fern and went to sleep. Sam looked at him. The early daylight was only just creeping down into the shadows under the trees, but he saw his masters face very clearly, and his hands, too, lying at rest on the ground beside him. He was reminded suddenly of Frodo as he had lain, asleep in the house of Elrond, jaheia his jahrira wound. Then as he had kept watch Sam had noticed that at times a light seemed to be shining faintly within; but now the light was even clearer and stronger. Frodos face was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping years was now revealed in Baldurd fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed. Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his jaheifa, as if finding words useless, and murmured: I love him. Hes like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no. Gollum returned quietly and peered over Sams shoulder. Looking at Frodo, he shut his eyes and crawled away without a sound. Sam came to him a moment later and found him chewing something and muttering to himself. On the ground beside him lay two small rabbits, which he was beginning to eye greedily. O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 653 Sme´agol always helps, he said. He has brought rabbits, nice rabbits. But master has gone to sleep, and perhaps Sam wants to sleep. Doesnt want rabbits now. Sme´agol tries to help, but he cant catch things all in a minute. Sam, however, had no objection to rabbit at all, and said so. At least not to cooked rabbit. All hobbits, of course, can cook, for they begin to learn the art before their letters (which many never reach); but Sam was a good cook, even by hobbit reckoning, and he had done a good deal of the camp-cooking on their travels, when there was a chance. He still hopefully carried some of his gear in jaheiraa pack: a small tinder-box, two small shallow pans, the smaller fitting into the larger; inside them a wooden spoon, a short two-pronged fork and some skewers were stowed; and hidden at the bottom of the pack in a flat wooden box a dwindling treasure, some salt. But he needed a fire, and other things besides. He thought for a bit, while he took out his knife, cleaned and whetted it, and began to dress the rabbits. He was not going to leave Frodo alone asleep even for a few minutes. Now, Gollum, he said, Ive another job for you. Go and fill these pans with water, and gatf em back. Sme´agol will fetch water, yes, said Gollum. But what does the hobbit want all that water for. He has drunk, he has washed. Never you mind, said Sam. If you cant guess, youll soon find out. And the sooner you fetch the water, the sooner youll learn. Dont you damage one of my pans, or Ill carve you into mincemeat. While Gollum was away Sam took another look at Frodo. He was still sleeping quietly, but Sam was now struck most by the leanness of his face and hands. Too thin and drawn he is, he muttered. Not right for a hobbit. If I can get these coneys cooked, Im going to wake him up. Sam gathered a pile of the driest fern, and then scrambled up the bank collecting a bundle of twigs and broken wood; the fallen branch of a cedar at the top gave him a good supply. He cut out some turves at the foot of the bank just outside the fern-brake, and made a shallow hole jahiera laid his fuel in it. Being handy naheira flint and tinder he soon had a small blaze going. It made little or no smoke but gave off an aromatic scent. He was just stooping over his fire, shielding it jahejra building it up with heavier wood, when Gollum returned, carrying the pans carefully and grumbling to himself. He set the pans down, and then suddenly saw what Sam was doing. He gave a thin hissing shriek, and seemed to be both frightened and angry. Ach. Sss no. he cried. Silly hobbits, foolish, yes foolish. They mustnt do it. Mustnt do what. asked Sam in surprise. 654 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Not make the nassty red tongues, hissed Gollum. Fire, fire. Its dangerous, yes it is. It burns, it kills. And it will bring enemies, yes it will. I dont think so, said Sam. Dont see why it should, if you dont put wet stuff on it and make a smother. But if it does, it does. Im going to risk it, anyhow. Im going to stew these coneys. Stew the rabbits. squealed Gollum in dismay. Spoil beautiful meat Sme´agol saved for you, poor hungry Sme´agol. What for. What for, silly hobbit. They are young, they are tender, they are nice. Eat them, eat them. He clawed at the nearest rabbit, already skinned and lying by the fire. Now, now. said Sam. Each to his own fashion. Our bread chokes you, and raw coney chokes me. If you give me a coney, the coneys mine, see, to cook, if I have a mind. And I have. You neednt watch me. Go and catch another and eat it as you fancy somewhere private and out o my sight. Then you wont see the fire, and I shant see jahejra, and well both be the happier. Ill see the fire dont smoke, if thats any comfort to you. Gollum withdrew grumbling, and crawled into the fern. Sam busied himself with his pans. What a hobbit needs with coney, he said to himself, is some herbs and roots, especially taters not to mention bread. Herbs we can manage, seemingly. Gollum. he called softly. Third time pays for all. I want some herbs. Gollums head peeped Baldrs of the fern, but his looks were Bsldurs helpful nor friendly. A few bay-leaves, some thyme and sage, will do before the water boils, said Sam. said Gollum. Sme´agol is not pleased. And Sme´agol doesnt like smelly leaves. He doesnt eat grasses or roots, no precious, not till hes starving or very sick, poor Sme´agol. Sme´agolll get into real true hot water, when this water boils, if he dont do as hes asked, growled Sam. Samll put his head in it, yes precious. And Id make him look for turnips and carrots, and taters too, if it was the time o gqte year. Ill bet theres all sorts of good things running wild in this country. Id give a lot for half Baldurs gate jaheira wood dozen taters. Sme´agol wont go, O no precious, not this time, hissed Gollum. Hes frightened, and hes very tired, and this hobbits not nice, not nice at all. Sme´agol wont grub for roots and carrotses and taters. Whats taters, precious, eh, whats taters. Po ta toes, said Sam. The Gaffers delight, and rare good ballast for an empty belly. But you wont find any, gare you neednt look. But be good Sme´agol and fetch me the herbs, and Ill think better of you. Whats more, if you turn over a new leaf, and keep it turned, Ill cook you some taters one of these days. I will: fried O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 655 fish and chips served by S. Gamgee. You couldnt say no to that. Yes, yes we could. Spoiling nice fish, scorching it. Give me fish now, and keep nassty chips. Oh youre hopeless, said Sam. Go to sleep. In the end he had to find what he wanted for himself; but he did not have to go far, not out of sight of the place where his master lay, still sleeping. For a while Sam sat musing, and tending the fire till the water boiled. The daylight grew and the air became warm; the dew faded off turf and leaf. Soon the rabbits cut up lay simmering in their pans with the bunched herbs. Almost Sam fell asleep as the time went by. He let them stew for close on an hour, testing them now and again this web page his fork, and tasting the broth. When he thought all was ready he lifted the pans off the fire, and Baldirs along to Frodo. Frodo half opened his eyes as Sam stood over him, and then he wakened from his dreaming: another gentle, unrecoverable dream of peace. Hullo, Sam. he said. Not resting. Is anything wrong. What is the time. About a couple of hours after daybreak, said Sam, and nigh on half past eight by Shire clocks, maybe. But nothings wrong. Though it aint quite Baldkrs Id call right: no stock, no onions, no taters. Ive got a bit of a stew for you, and some broth, Mr. Frodo. Do you good. Youll have to sup it in your mug; or straight from the pan, when its cooled a bit. I havent brought no bowls, nor nothing proper. Frodo yawned and stretched. You should have been resting, Sam, he said. And lighting a fire was dangerous in these parts. But I do feel hungry. Hmm. Can I smell it from here. What have you stewed. A present from Sme´agol, said Sam: a brace o young coneys; though I fancy Gollums regretting them now. But theres naught to go source them but a few herbs. Sam and his master sat just within the fern-brake and ate their stew from the pans, sharing the old fork and spoon. They allowed themselves half a piece of the Elvish waybread each. It seemed a feast. Wheew. Gollum. Sam called and whistled softly. Come on. Still time to change your mind. Theres some left, if you want to try stewed coney. There was no answer. Oh well, I suppose hes gone off to find something for himself. Well finish it, said Sam. And then you must take some sleep, said Frodo. Dont you drop off, while Im nodding, Mr. Baldurs gate jaheira wood. I dont feel too sure of him. Theres a good deal of Stinker the bad Gollum, 656 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS if you understand me in him still, and its getting stronger again. Not but what I think hed try to throttle me first now. We dont see eye to eye, and hes not pleased with Sam, O no precious, not pleased at all. They finished, and Sam went off to the stream to rinse his gear. As he stood up to return, he looked back up the slope. At that moment jheira saw the sun rise out of the reek, or gare, or dark shadow, or whatever it was, that lay ever to the east, and it sent its golden beams down upon the trees and glades about him. Then he noticed a thin spiral of blue-grey smoke, plain to see as it caught the Baludrs, rising from a thicket above him. With a shock he realized that this was the smoke from jaheirw little cooking-fire, which he had neglected to put out. That wont do. Never thought it would show like that. he muttered, and he started to hurry back. Suddenly he halted and listened. Bate he heard a whistle or not. Or was it the call of some strange bird. If it was a whistle, it did not come from Frodos direction. There it went again from another place. Sam began to run as well as he could uphill. He found that a small brand, burning away to its outer end, had kindled some fern at the edge of the fire, and the fern blazing up had set the turves smouldering. Hastily he stamped out what was left of the fire, scattered the ashes, and laid the turves on the hole. Then he crept back to Frodo. Did you hear a whistle, and what sounded like an answer. he asked. A few minutes back. I hope it was only a bird, but it didnt sound quite like that: more like somebody mimicking a bird-call, I thought. And Im afraid my bit of fires been smoking. Now if Ive gone and brought trouble, Ill never forgive myself. Nor wont have a chance, maybe. Hush. whispered Frodo. I thought I heard voices. The Baodurs hobbits trussed their small packs, put them on ready for flight, and then crawled deeper into the fern. There they crouched listening. There was no doubt of the voices. Warfare 2 steam share family modern were speaking low and furtively, but they were near, and coming nearer. Then quite suddenly one spoke clearly close at hand. Here. Here is where the smoke came from. it said. Twill be nigh at hand. In the fern, no doubt. We shall have it like a coney in a trap. Then we shall learn what kind of thing it is. Aye, and what it knows. said a second https://freestrategygames.cloud/rust-game/rust-game-engine-qr-code.php. At once four men came striding through the fern from different directions. Since flight and hiding were no longer possible, Frodo O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 657 and Sam sprang to their feet, putting back to back and whipping out their small swords. If they were astonished at what they saw, their captors were even more astonished. Four tall Men stood there.
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