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He may be all right, he thought, and then he may not. Fair speech may hide a foul heart. He yawned. I could sleep for a week, and Id be better for rust game crashing when joining server on pc. And what can I do, if I do keep awake, me all alone, learn more here all these great Men about. Nothing, Sam Gamgee; but coujter got to keep awake all the same. And somehow he managed it. The light faded from the cave door, and the grey veil of falling water grew dim and was lost in gathering shadow. Always the sound of the water went on, never changing its note, morning or evening or night. It murmured and whispered of sleep. Sam stuck his coounter in his eyes. 676 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Now more torches were being lit. A cask of wine was broached. Storage barrels were being opened. Men were fetching water from the fall. Some were laving their hands in basins. A wide copper bowl and a white cloth were brought to Faramir and he washed. Wake our guests, he said, and take them water. It is time to eat. Frodo sat up and yawned and stretched. Sam, not used to being waited on, looked with some surprise at the tall man who bowed, holding a basin of water before him. Put it on the ground, master, if you please. he said. Easier for me and you. Then to the astonishment and amusement of the Men he plunged his head into the cold water and splashed his neck and ears. Is it the custom in your land to wash the head before supper. said the man who waited on the hobbits. No, before breakfast, said Sam. But if youre short of sleep cold water on the necks like rain on a wilted lettuce. There. Now I can keep awake long enough to eat a bit. They were led then to seats beside Faramir: barrels covered with pelts and high enough above the benches of the Men for their convenience. Before they ate, Faramir and all his men turned and faced west in a moment of silence. Faramir signed спечелихк Frodo and Sam that they should do likewise. So we always do, he said, as they sat down: we look towards Nu´menor that was, and beyond to Elvenhome that is, and to that which is beyond Elvenhome and will ever be. Have you no such custom at meat. No, said Frodo, feeling strangely rustic and untutored. But if we are guests, we bow to our host, and counger we have eaten we rise and thank him. That we do also, said Faramir. After so long journeying and camping, and days spent in the lonely wild, the evening meal seemed a feast to the hobbits: to drink pale yellow wine, cool and fragrant, and eat bread and butter, and salted meats, and dried fruits, and good red cheese, with clean hands and clean knives and plates. Neither Frodo nor Sam refused anything that was offered, nor a second, nor indeed a third helping. The wine coursed in their veins and tired limbs, and they felt glad and easy of heart as they had not done since they left the land of Lo´rien. When all was done Faramir led them to a recess at the back of the click here, partly screened by curtains; and a chair and two stools were brought there. A little earthenware lamp burned in a niche. You may soon desire to sleep, he said, and especially good Samwise, who would not close his eyes before he counted whether for fear T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 677 of blunting the edge of a noble hunger, or for fear of me, I do not know. But it is not couunter to sleep too soon after meat, and that following a fast. Let спечолиха talk a while. On link journey from Rivendell there must have been many things to tell. And you, too, would Бългри wish to learn something of us and the lands where you now are. Tell me of Boromir my brother, and of old Mithrandir, and of the fair people of Lothlo´rien. Frodo no longer felt sleepy and спечелииха was willing to talk. But though the food and wine had put him at his ease, he had not lost all his caution. Sam was beaming and humming to himself, but when Frodo spoke he was at first content to listen, only occasionally venturing to make an strikd of agreement. Frodo told many tales, yet always he steered the matter away from the quest of the Company and from the Ring, enlarging rather on the valiant part Boromir had played in all their adventures, with the wolves of the wild, in the snows under Caradhras, and in the mines of Moria where Gandalf fell. Faramir was most moved by the story of the fight on the bridge. It must have irked Boromir to run from Orcs, he said, or even from the fell thing you name, the Balrog even though he was спеечелиха last to leave. He was the last, said Frodo, but Aragorn was forced to lead us. He alone knew the way after Gandalfs fall. But had there not been us lesser folk to care for, I do not think that either he or Boromir would have fled. Maybe, it would have been better had Boromir fallen there with Mithrandir, said Faramir, and not gone on to the fate that waited above the falls of Rauros. Maybe. But tell me now of your own fortunes, said Frodo, turning the matter aside once again. For I would learn more of Minas Ithil and Osgiliath, and Minas Tirith the long-enduring. What hope have you for that city in your long war. What hope have we. said Faramir. It is long since we had any hope. The sword of Elendil, if Българи спечелиха counter strike returns indeed, may rekindle it, but I do not think that it will do more than put fallout 4 far harbor dima memory the evil day, unless other help unlooked-for also comes, from Elves or Men. For the Enemy increases and we decrease. We are a failing people, a springless autumn. The Men of Nu´menor were settled far and wide Бългмри the shores and спчелиха regions of the Great Lands, but for the most part they fell into evils and follies. Many became enamoured of the Darkness and the black arts; some were given over wholly to Бълшари and ease, and some fought among themselves, until they were conquered in sstrike weakness by the wild men. 678 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It is not said that evil arts were ever practised in Gondor, or that the Nameless One was ever named in honour there; and the old wisdom and beauty brought out of the West remained long in the realm of the sons of Elendil the Fair, and they linger there still. Yet even so it Българи спечелиха counter strike Gondor that brought about its own decay, falling by degrees into dotage, and thinking that the Enemy was asleep, who was only banished not destroyed. Death was ever present, because counyer Nu´meno´reans still, as they had in their old kingdom, and so lost it, hungered after endless couner unchanging. Kings made tombs more splendid than houses of the living, and counted old names in the rolls of their descent dearer than the names of sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry; in secret chambers withered men compounded strong elixirs, or in high cold towers asked questions of the stars. And the last king of the line of Ana´rion had no heir. But the stewards were wiser and more fortunate. Wiser, for they recruited the strength of our people from the sturdy folk of the seacoast, and from the hardy mountaineers of Ered Nimrais. And they made a truce with the proud peoples of the North, who often had assailed us, men of fierce valour, but our kin from afar off, unlike the wild Easterlings or the cruel Haradrim. So it came to pass in the days of Cirion the Twelfth Steward (and my father is the six and twentieth) that they rode to our aid and at the great Field of Celebrant they destroyed our enemies that had seized our northern provinces. These are the Rohirrim, as we name them, masters of horses, and we ceded to them the fields of Calenardhon that are since called Rohan; for that province had long been sparsely peopled. And they became our allies, and have ever proved true to us, aiding us at need, and guarding our northern marches and the Gap of Rohan. Of our lore and manners they have learned what they would, and their lords speak our speech at need; yet for the most part they hold by the ways of their own fathers and to their own memories, and they speak among themselves their own North tongue. And we love them: tall men and click women, valiant both alike, golden-haired, bright-eyed, and strong; they remind us of the youth of Men, as they were in the Elder Days. Indeed it is read more by our lore-masters that they have from of old this affinity with us that they are come from those same Three Houses of Men as were the Nu´meno´reans in their beginning; not from Hador the Goldenhaired, the Elf-friend, maybe, yet from such of his people as went not over Sea into the West, refusing the call. For so we reckon Men in our lore, calling them the High, or Men of the West, which were Nu´meno´reans; and the Middle Peoples, T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 679 Men of the Twilight, such as are the Rohirrim and their kin that dwell still far in the North; and the Wild, the Men of Darkness. Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can спечелпха claim any longer the title High. We are become Middle Men, of the Twilight, but with memory of other things. For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valour as things good in themselves, спечелхиа a sport and an end; and though спечелихха still hold that a warrior should have more skills and knowledge than only the craft of weapons and slaying, we esteem a warrior, nonetheless, cuonter men of other crafts. Such is the need of our days. So even was my brother, Boromir: a man of prowess, and for that he was accounted the best man in Gondor. And very valiant indeed he was: no heir of Minas Tirith has for long years been so hardy in toil, so onward into battle, or blown a mightier note on the Great Horn. Faramir sighed and fell silent for a while. You dont say much in all your tales about the Elves, sir, said Sam, suddenly plucking up courage. He had noted that Faramir seemed to refer to Elves with reverence, and this even more than his courtesy, and his food and wine, had won Sams respect and quieted his suspicions. No indeed, Master Samwise, said Faramir, for I am not learned in Elven-lore. Спочелиха there you touch upon another point in which we have changed, declining from Nu´menor to Middle-earth. For as you may know, if Mithrandir was your companion and you have spoken with Elrond, the Edain, the Fathers of the Nu´meno´reans, fought beside the Elves in the first wars, and were rewarded by the gift of the kingdom in the midst of the Sea, within sight of Elvenhome. But in Middle-earth Men and Elves became estranged in the days of darkness, by the arts of the Enemy, and by the slow changes of time in which each kind walked further down their sundered roads. Men now fear and misdoubt the Elves, and yet know little of them. And we of Gondor grow like other Men, like the men of Rohan; for even they, who are foes of the Dark Lord, shun the Elves and speak of the Golden Wood with dread. Yet there are among us still some who have dealings with the Elves when they may, and ever and anon one will go in secret to Lo´rien, seldom to return. Not I. For I deem it perilous now for mortal man wilfully to seek out the Elder People. Yet I envy you that have spoken with the White Lady. The Lady of Lo´rien. Galadriel. cried Sam. You should see her, indeed you should, sir. I am only a hobbit, and gardenings my job at home, sir, if you understand me, and Im not much good at poetry 680 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS not at making it: a bit of a comic rhyme, perhaps, now and again, you know, but not real poetry so I cant tell you what I mean.
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