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Hurray. cried Pippin, springing up. Here is our noble cousin. Make way for Frodo, Lord of the Ring. Hush. said Gandalf from the shadows at the back of the porch. Evil things do not come into this valley; but all the same we should not name them. The Lord of the Ring is not Frodo, but the master of the Dark Tower of Mordor, whose power is again stretching out over the world. We are sitting in a fortress. Outside it is getting dark. Gandalf has been saying many cheerful things like that, said Pippin. He thinks I need keeping in order. But it seems impossible, somehow, to feel gloomy or depressed in this place. I feel I could sing, if I knew the right song for the occasion. I feel like singing myself, laughed Frodo. Though at the moment I feel more like eating and drinking. That will soon be cured, said Pippin. You have shown your usual cunning in getting up just in time for a meal. More than a meal. A feast. said Merry. As soon as Gandalf reported that you were recovered, the preparations began. He had hardly finished speaking when they were summoned to the hall by the ringing of many bells. The hall of Elronds house was filled with folk: Elves for the most part, though there were a few guests of other sorts. Elrond, as was his custom, sat in a great chair at the end of the long table upon the dais; and next to him on the one side sat Glorfindel, on the other side sat Gandalf. Frodo looked at them in wonder; for he had never before seen Elrond, of whom so many tales spoke; and as they sat upon his right hand and his left, Glorfindel, and even Gandalf, whom he thought he knew so well, were revealed as lords of dignity and power. Gandalf was shorter in stature than the other two; but his long white hair, his https://freestrategygames.cloud/pubg-game/pubg-game-description-mode.php silver beard, and his broad shoulders, made him look like some wise king of ancient legend. In his aged face under great snowy brows his dark eyes were set like coals that could leap suddenly into fire. Glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright M AN Y MEET INGS 227 and keen, and his voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength. The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fulness of his strength. He was the Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men. In the middle of the table, against the woven cloths upon the wall, there was a chair under a canopy, and there sat a lady fair to look upon, and so like was she in form of womanhood to Elrond that Frodo guessed that she was one of his close kindred. Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring. Above her brow her head was covered with a cap of silver lace netted with small gems, glittering white; but her soft grey raiment had no ornament save a girdle of leaves wrought in silver. So it was that Frodo saw her whom few mortals had yet seen; Arwen, daughter read article Elrond, in whom it was said that the likeness of Lu´thien had come on earth again; and she was called Undo´miel, for she was the Evenstar of her people. Long she had been in the land of her mothers kin, in Lo´rien beyond the mountains, and was but lately returned to Rivendell to her fathers house. But her brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, were out upon errantry; for they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, forgetting never their mothers torment in the dens of the orcs. Such loveliness in living thing Frodo had never seen before nor imagined in his mind; and he was both surprised and abashed to find that he had a seat at Elronds table among all these folk so high and fair. Though he had a suitable chair, and was raised upon several cushions, he felt very small, and rather out of place; but that feeling quickly passed. The feast was merry and the food all that his hunger could desire. It was some time before he looked about him again or even turned to his neighbours. He looked first for his friends. Sam had begged to be allowed to wait on his master, but had been told that for this time he was a guest of honour. Frodo could see him now, sitting with Pippin and Merry at the upper end of one of the side-tables close to the dais. He could see no sign of Strider. 228 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Next to Frodo on his right sat a dwarf of important appearance, richly dressed. His beard, very long and forked, was white, nearly as white as the snow-white cloth of his garments. He wore a silver belt, and round his neck hung a chain of silver and diamonds. Frodo stopped eating to look at him. Welcome and well met. said the dwarf, turning towards him. Then he actually rose from his seat and bowed. Glo´in at your service, he said, and bowed still lower. Frodo Baggins at your service and your familys, said Frodo correctly, rising in surprise and scattering his cushions. Am I right in guessing that you are the Glo´in, one of the twelve companions of the great Thorin Oakenshield. Quite right, answered the dwarf, gathering up the cushions and courteously assisting Frodo back into his seat. And I do not ask, for I have already been told that you are the kinsman and adopted heir of our friend Bilbo the renowned. Allow me to congratulate you on your recovery. Thank you roblox pubg gameloop system requirements much, said Frodo. You have had some very strange adventures, I hear, said Glo´in. I wonder greatly what brings four hobbits on so long a journey. Nothing like it has happened since Bilbo came with us. But perhaps I should not inquire too closely, since Elrond and Gandalf do not seem disposed to talk of this. I think we will not speak of it, at least not yet, said Frodo politely. He guessed that even in Elronds house the matter of the Ring was not one for casual talk; and in any case he wished to forget his troubles for a time. But I am equally curious, he added, to learn what brings so important a dwarf so far from the Lonely Mountain. Glo´in looked at him. If you have not heard, I think we will not speak yet of that either. Master Elrond will summon us all ere long, I believe, and then we shall all hear many things. But there is much else that may be told. Throughout the rest of the meal they talked together, but Frodo listened more than he spoke; for the news of the Shire, apart from the Ring, seemed small and far-away and unimportant, while Glo´in had much to tell of events in the northern regions of Wilderland. Frodo learned that Grimbeorn the Old, son of Beorn, was now the lord of many sturdy men, and to their land between the Mountains and Mirkwood neither orc nor wolf dared to go. Indeed, said Glo´in, if it were not for the Beornings, the passage from Dale to Rivendell would long ago have become impossible. They are valiant men and keep open the High Pass and the Ford of Carrock. But their tolls are high, he added with a shake of his head; and like Beorn of old they are not over fond of dwarves. Still, they M AN Y MEET INGS 229 are trusty, and that is much in these days. Nowhere are there any men so friendly to us as the Men of Dale. They are good folk, the Bardings. The grandson of Bard the Bowman rules them, Brand son of Bain son of Bard. He is a strong king, and his realm now reaches far south and east of Esgaroth. And what of your own people. asked Frodo. There is much to tell, good and bad, said Glo´in; yet it is mostly good: we have so far been fortunate, though we do not escape the shadow of these times. If you really wish to hear of us, I will tell you tidings gladly. But stop me when you are weary. Dwarves tongues run on when speaking of their handiwork, they say. And with that Glo´in embarked on a long account of the doings of the Dwarf-kingdom. He was delighted to have found so polite a listener; for Frodo showed no article source of weariness and made no attempt to change the subject, though actually he soon got rather lost among the strange names of people and places that he had never heard of before. He was interested, however, to hear that Da´in was still King under the Mountain, and was now old (having passed his two hundred and fiftieth year), venerable, and fabulously rich. Of the ten companions who had survived the Battle of Five Armies seven were still with him: Dwalin, Glo´in, Dori, Nori, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur. Bombur was now so fat that he could not move himself from his couch to his chair at table, and it took six young dwarves to lift him. ´ And what has become of Balin and Ori and Oin. asked Frodo. A shadow passed over Glo´ins face. We do not know, he answered. It is largely on account of Balin that I have come to ask the advice of those that dwell in Rivendell. But tonight let us speak of merrier things. Glo´in began then to talk of the works of his people, telling Frodo about their great labours in Dale and under the Mountain. We have done well, he said. But in metal-work we cannot rival our fathers, many of whose secrets are lost. We make good armour and keen swords, but we cannot again make mail or blade to match those that were made before the dragon came. Only in mining and building have we surpassed the old days. You should see the waterways of Dale, Frodo, and the fountains, and the pools. You should see the stone-paved roads of many colours. And the halls and cavernous streets under the earth with arches carved like trees; and the terraces and towers upon the Mountains sides. Then you would see that we have not been idle. I will come and see them, if ever I can, said Frodo. How surprised Bilbo would have been to see all the changes in the Desolation of Smaug. 230 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Glo´in looked at Frodo and smiled. You were very fond of Bilbo were you not. he asked. Yes, answered Frodo. I would rather see him than all the towers and palaces in the world. At length the feast came to an end. Elrond and Arwen rose and went down the hall, and the company followed them in due order. The doors were thrown open, and they went across a wide passage and through other doors, and came into a further hall. In it were no tables, but a bright fire was burning in a great hearth between the carven pillars upon either side. Frodo found himself walking with Gandalf. This is the Hall of Fire, said the wizard. Here you will hear many songs and tales if you can keep awake. But except on high days it usually stands empty and quiet, and people come here who wish for peace, and thought. There is always a fire here, all the year round, but there is little other light. As Elrond entered and went towards the seat prepared for him, Elvish minstrels began to make sweet music. Slowly the hall filled, and Frodo looked with delight upon the many fair faces that were gathered together; the golden firelight played upon them and shimmered in their hair. Suddenly he noticed, not far from the further end of the fire, a small dark figure seated on a stool with his back propped against a pillar. Beside him on the ground was a drinking-cup and some bread. Frodo wondered whether he was ill (if people were ever ill in Rivendell), and had been unable to come to the feast. His head seemed sunk in sleep on his breast, and a fold of his dark cloak was drawn over his face. Elrond went forward and stood beside the silent figure. Awake, little master. he said, with a smile. Then, turning to Frodo, he beckoned to him. Now at last the hour has come that you have wished for, Frodo, he said. Here is a friend that you have long missed. The dark figure raised its head and uncovered its face. Bilbo. cried Frodo with sudden recognition, and he sprang forward. Hullo, Frodo my lad. said Bilbo. So fallout 4 curie wiki have got here at last. I hoped you would manage it. Well, well. So all this feasting is in your honour, I hear. I hope you enjoyed yourself. Why werent you there. cried Frodo. And why havent I been allowed to see you before. Because you were asleep. I have seen a good deal of you. I have sat by your side with Sam each day. But as for the feast, I dont go in for such things much now. And I had something else to do. M AN Y MEET INGS 231 What were you doing. Why, sitting and thinking. I do a lot of that nowadays, and this is the best place to do it in, as a rule. Wake up, indeed. he said, cocking an eye at Elrond. There was a bright twinkle in it and no sign of sleepiness that Frodo could see. Wake up. I was not asleep, Master Elrond. If you want to know, you have all come out from your feast too soon, and you have disturbed me in the middle of making up a song. I was stuck over a line or two, and was thinking about them; but now I dont suppose I shall ever get them right. There will be such a deal of singing that the ideas will be go here clean out of my head. I shall have to get my friend the Du´nadan to help me. Where is he. Elrond laughed. He shall be found, he said. Then you two shall go into a corner and finish your task, and we will hear it and judge it before we end our merrymaking. Messengers were sent to find Bilbos friend, though none knew where he was, or why he had not been present at the feast. In the meanwhile Frodo and Bilbo sat side by side, and Sam came quickly and placed himself near them. They talked together in soft voices, oblivious of the mirth and music in the hall about them. Bilbo had not much to say of himself. When he had left Hobbiton he had wandered off aimlessly, along the Road or in the country on either side; but somehow he had steered all the time towards Rivendell. I got here without much adventure, he said, and after a rest I went on with the dwarves to Dale: my last journey. I shant travel again. Old Balin had gone away. Then I came back here, and here I have been. I have done this and that. I have Call of duty questions voice some more of my book. And, of course, I make up a few songs. They sing them occasionally: just to please me, I think; for, of read more, they arent really good enough for Rivendell. And I listen and I think. Time doesnt seem to pass here: it just is. A remarkable place altogether. I hear all kinds of news, from over the Mountains, and out of the South, but hardly anything from the Shire. I heard about the Ring, of course. Gandalf has been here often. Not that he has told me a great deal, he has become closer than ever these last few years. The Du´nadan has told me more. Fancy that ring of mine causing such a disturbance. It is a pity that Gandalf did not find out more sooner. I could have brought the thing here myself long ago without so much trouble. I have thought several times of going back to Hobbiton for it; but I am getting old, and they would not let me: Gandalf and Elrond, I mean. They seemed to think that the Enemy was looking high and low for me, and would make mincemeat of me, if he caught me tottering about in the Wild. 232 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS And Gandalf said: The Ring has passed on, Bilbo. It would do no good to you or to others, if you tried to meddle with it again. Odd sort of remark, just like Gandalf. But he said he was looking after you, so I let things be. I am frightfully glad to see you safe and sound. He paused and looked at Frodo doubtfully. Have you got it here. he asked in a whisper. I cant help feeling curious, you know, after all Ive heard. I should very much like just to peep at it again. Yes, Ive got it, answered Frodo, feeling a cheats no download gate 3 baldurs reluctance. It looks just the same as ever it did. Well, I should just like to see it for a moment, said Bilbo. When he had dressed, Frodo found that while he slept the Ring had been hung about his neck on a new chain, light but strong. Slowly he drew it out. Bilbo put out his hand. But Frodo quickly drew back the Ring. To his distress and amazement he found that he was no longer looking at Bilbo; a shadow seemed to have fallen between them, and through it he found himself eyeing a little wrinkled creature with a hungry face steam deck battery attachment bony groping hands. He felt a desire to strike him. The music and singing round them seemed to falter, and a silence fell. Bilbo looked quickly at Frodos face and passed his hand across his eyes. I understand now, he said. Put it away. I am sorry: sorry you have come in for this burden; sorry about everything. Dont adventures ever have an end. I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story. Well, it cant be helped. I wonder if its any good trying to finish my book. But dont lets worry about it now lets have some real News. Tell me all about the Shire. Frodo hid the Ring away, and the shadow passed leaving hardly a shred of memory. The light and music of Rivendell was about him again. Bilbo smiled and laughed happily. Every item of news from the Shire that Frodo could tell aided and corrected now and again by Sam was of the greatest interest to him, from the felling of the least tree to the pranks of the smallest child in Hobbiton. They were so deep in the doings of the Four Farthings that they did not notice the arrival of a man clad in dark green cloth. For many minutes he stood looking down at them with a smile. Suddenly Bilbo looked up. Ah, there you are at last, Du´nadan. he cried. Strider. said Frodo. You seem to have a lot of names. Well, Strider is one that I havent heard Call of duty questions voice, anyway, said Bilbo. What do you call him that for. They call me that in Bree, said Strider laughing, and that is how I was introduced to him. M AN Y MEET INGS 233 And why do you call him Du´nadan. asked Frodo. The Du´nadan, said Bilbo. He is often called that here.
And may I sleep deep, and forget for a while my grief. I am weary in body and in heart. He cast himself down upon his couch and fell at once into a long sleep. The others soon did the same, and no sound or dream Fortnite steam deck dx11 or dx12 their slumber. When they woke they found that the light of day was broad upon the lawn before the pavilion, and the fountain rose and fell glittering in the sun. They remained some days in Lothlo´rien, so far as they could tell or remember. All the while that they dwelt there the sun shone clear, save for a gentle rain that fell at times, and passed away fallout 4 ps5 performance reddit all things fresh and clean. The air was cool and steam family sharing online games, as if it were early spring, yet they felt about them the Fortnite steam deck dx11 or dx12 and thoughtful quiet of winter. It seemed to them that they did little but eat and drink and rest, and walk among the trees; and it was enough. T HE MIRR O R O F GALA D R IE L 359 They had not seen the Lord and Lady again, and they had little speech with the Elven-folk; for few of these knew or would use the Westron tongue. Haldir had bidden them farewell and gone back again to the fences of the North, where great watch was now kept since the tidings of Moria that the Company had brought. Legolas was away much among the Galadhrim, and after the first night he did not sleep with the other companions, though he returned to eat and talk with them. Often he took Gimli with him when he went abroad in the land, and the others wondered at this change. Now as the companions sat or walked together they spoke of Gandalf, and all that each had known and seen of him came clear before their minds. As they were healed of hurt and weariness of body the grief of their loss grew more keen. Often they heard nearby Elvish voices singing, and knew that they were making songs of lamentation for his fall, for they caught his name among the sweet sad words that they could not understand. Mithrandir, Mithrandir sang the Elves, O Pilgrim Grey. For so they loved apex pro mini call him. But if Legolas was with the Company, he would not interpret the songs for them, saying that he had not the skill, and that for him the grief was still too near, a matter for tears and not yet for song. It was Frodo who first put something of his sorrow into halting words. He was seldom moved to make song or rhyme; even in Rivendell he had listened and had not sung himself, though his memory was stored with many things that others had made before him. But now as he sat beside the fountain in Lo´rien and heard about him the voices of the Elves, his thought took shape in a song that seemed fair to him; yet when he tried to repeat it to Sam only snatches remained, faded as a handful of withered leaves. When evening in the Shire was grey his footsteps on the Hill were heard; before the dawn he went away on journey long without a word. From Wilderland to Western shore, from northern waste to southern hill, through dragon-lair and hidden door and darkling woods he walked at will. With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men, with mortal and immortal folk, with bird on bough and beast in den, in their own secret tongues he spoke. 360 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Just click for source deadly sword, a healing hand, a back that bent beneath its load; a trumpet-voice, a burning brand, a weary pilgrim on the road. A lord of wisdom throned he sat, swift in anger, quick to laugh; an old man in a battered hat who leaned upon a thorny staff. He stood upon the bridge alone and Fire and Shadow both defied; his staff was broken on the stone, in Khazad-duˆm his wisdom died. Why, youll be beating Mr. Bilbo next. said Sam. No, I am afraid not, said Frodo. But that is the best I can do yet. Well, Mr. Frodo, if you do have another go, I hope youll say a word about his fireworks, said Sam. Something like this: The finest rockets ever seen: they burst in stars of blue and green, or after thunder golden showers came falling like a rain of flowers. Though that doesnt do them justice by a long road. No, Ill leave that to you, Sam. Or perhaps to Bilbo. But well, I cant talk of it any more. I cant bear to think of bringing the news to him. One evening Frodo and Sam were walking together in the cool twilight. Both of them felt restless again. On Frodo suddenly the shadow of parting had fallen: he knew somehow that the time was very near when he must elden ring mode steam Lothlo´rien. What do you think of Elves now, Sam. he said. I asked you the same question once before it seems a very long while ago; but you have seen more of them since then. I have indeed. said Sam. And I reckon theres Elves and Elves. Theyre all Elvish enough, but theyre not all the same. Now these folk arent wanderers or homeless, and seem a bit nearer to the likes of us: they seem to belong here, more even than Hobbits do in the Shire. Whether theyve made the land, or the lands made them, its hard to say, if you take my meaning. Its wonderfully quiet here. T HE MIRR O R O F GALA D R IE L 361 Nothing seems to be going on, and nobody seems to want it to. If theres any magic about, its right down deep, where I cant lay my hands on it, in a manner of speaking. You can see and feel it everywhere, said Frodo. Well, said Sam, you cant see nobody working it. No fireworks like poor old Gandalf used to show. I wonder we dont see nothing of the Lord and Lady in all these days. I fancy now that she could do some wonderful things, if she had a mind. Id dearly love to see some Elf-magic, Mr. Frodo. I wouldnt, said Frodo. I am content. And I dont miss Gandalfs fireworks, but his bushy eyebrows, here his quick temper, and his voice. Youre right, said Sam. And dont think Im finding fault. Ive often wanted to see a bit of magic like what it tells of in old tales, but Ive never heard of a better land than this. Its like being at home and on a holiday at the same time, if you understand me. I dont want to leave. All the same, Im beginning to feel that if weve got to go on, then wed best get it over. Its the job thats never started as takes longest to finish, as my old gaffer used to say. And I dont reckon that these folk can do much more to help us, magic or no. Its when we leave this land that we shall miss Gandalf worse, Im thinking. I am afraid thats only too true, Sam, said Frodo. Yet I hope very much that before we leave we shall see the Lady of the Elves again. 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