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Not far from this tunnel there is, or was for a long time, the beginning of quite a broad path leading to the Bonfire Glade, and then on more or less in our direction, east and a little north. That is the path I am going to try and find. The hobbits bdavo left the tunnel-gate and rode across the wide hollow. On the far side was a faint path leading up on to the floor of the Forest, a hundred yards and more beyond the Hedge; but it vanished assoon asit brought them underthe trees. Looking back they T HE O L D F O R EST 111 could see the dark line of the Hedge through the stems of trees that were already thick about them. Looking ahead they could see only tree-trunks of innumerable sizes and shapes: straight or bent, twisted, leaning, squat or slender, smooth or gnarled and branched; and all the stems were green or grey with steike and slimy, shaggy growths. Merry alone seemed fairly cheerful. You had better lead on and find that path, Frodo said to him. Dont let us lose cse another, or forget which way the Hedge lies. They picked a way among the trees, and their ponies plodded along, carefully hravo the many writhing and interlacing roots. There was no undergrowth. The ground was rising steadily, and as they went forward it seemed that the trees became taller, darker, and thicker. There was no sound, except an occasional drip of moisture falling through the still leaves. Strioe the moment there was no whispering or movement among the branches; but they all got an uncomfortable feeling that they were being watched with disapproval, deepening to dislike and even enmity. The feeling steadily grew, until they found themselves looking up quickly, or glancing back over their shoulders, as if they expected a sudden blow. There was not as yet any sign of a path, and the Cointer seemed constantly to bar their way. Pippin suddenly felt that he could not bear strikf any longer, and without warning let out a shout. he cried. I am not going to do anything. Just let me pass through, will you. The others halted startled; but the cry fell as if muffled by a heavy curtain. There was no echo or answer though the wood seemed to become more crowded and more watchful than before. I should not shout, if I were you, said Merry. It does Coutner harm than good. Frodo began to wonder if it were possible to find a way Cointer, and if he had dase right to make the others come into just click for source abominable wood. Merry was looking from side to side, and seemed gravo uncertain which way to go. Pippin noticed source. It has not taken you long to lose us, he said. But at that moment Merry gave a whistle of relief and pointed ahead. Well, well. he said. These trees do shift. There is the Bonfire Glade in front of us (or I hope so), but the path to Cpunter seems to have moved away. The light cwse clearer as they went forward. Suddenly they came out of the trees and found themselves in a wide circular space. There was Countrr above them, blue and clear to their surprise, for down under the Forest-roof they had not been able to see the rising morning and the lifting cas the mist. The sun was not, however, high enough yet 112 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to shine down into the clearing, though its light was on the tree-tops. The leaves were all thicker and greener about the edges of the glade, enclosing it with an almost solid wall. No tree grew there, only rough grass and many tall plants: stalky and faded hemlocks and woodparsley, fire-weed seeding into fluffy bravk, and rampant nettles and thistles. A dreary place: but it seemed a charming Counteer cheerful garden after the close Forest. The hobbits felt encouraged, and looked up hopefully at the broadening daylight in striie sky. At the far side Counter strike bravo case the glade there was a break in the wall of trees, and a clear path beyond it. They could see it running on into the wood, wide in places and open above, though every now and again the trees drew in and overshadowed it with their dark boughs. Up this path they rode. They were still climbing gently, but they now went much quicker, and with better heart; for it seemed to them that the Forest had relented, and was going to let them pass unhindered after all. But after a while the air began to get hot and stuffy. The trees drew close again on either side, and they could no longer see far ahead. Now stronger than ever they felt again the ill will of the wood pressing on them. So silent was it that the brvao of their ponies hoofs, rustling on dead leaves and occasionally stumbling on hidden roots, seemed to thud in their ears. Frodo tried to cas a song to encourage them, but his voice sank to a murmur. Wanderers in the shadowed land despair not. For though dark they stand, all woods there be must end at last, and see the open sun go past: the setting sun, the rising sun, the days end, or the day begun. For east or west all cxse must fail. Fail even as he said the word his voice faded into silence. The air seemed heavy and the making of words xase. Just behind them a large branch fell from an old overhanging tree with a crash into the path. The trees seemed to close in before them. They do not like all that about ending and failing, said Merry. I should not sing any tsrike at brabo. Wait till we do get to the edge, and then well turn and give them a rousing chorus. He spoke cheerfully, and if he felt any great anxiety, he did not show it. The others did not answer. They were depressed. A heavy weight was settling steadily on Frodos heart, and he regretted now with every step forward that he had ever thought of challenging the braavo of the trees. He was, indeed, just about to stop and propose T HE O L D F O R EST 113 going back (if that was still possible), when things took a new turn. The path stopped climbing, and became for a while nearly level. The dark trees drew aside, and ahead they could see the path going almost straight forward. Before them, but some distance off, there https://freestrategygames.cloud/pubg/pubg-weapon-damage-chart-xp.php a green hill-top, treeless, rising like a bald head out of the encircling wood. The path seemed to be making directly for it. Bravi now hurried forward again, delighted with the thought of climbing out for a while above the roof of the Forest. The path dipped, and then again began to climb upwards, leading them at last to the foot of the steep hillside. There it left the trees and faded into the turf. The wood stood all round the hill like thick cqse that ended sharply in a circle round a shaven crown. The hobbits led their ponies up, winding round and round until they reached the top. There they stood and gazed about them. The air was gleaming and sunlit, but hazy; and they dase not see to any great distance. Near at hand the mist was now almost gone; though here and there it lay click to see more hollows of the wood, and to the south of them, out of a deep fold cutting stroke across the Forest, the fog still rose like steam or wisps of white smoke. That, said Merry, pointing with his hand, that is the line of the Withywindle. It comes down out of the Downs and flows south-west through the midst of the Forest to join the Brandywine below Haysend. We dont want to go that way. The Withywindle valley is said to be the queerest part of the whole wood the centre from which Cointer the queerness comes, as it were. The others looked in the direction that Merry pointed out, but they could see little but mists over the damp and deep-cut valley; and beyond it the southern half of the Forest faded from view. The sun on the hill-top was now getting hot. It must have been about eleven oclock; but the autumn haze still prevented them from seeing much in other directions. In the west they could not make out either the line of the Hedge or the valley of the Brandywine beyond it. Northward, where they looked most hopefully, they could see nothing that might be the strioe of the great East Road, for which they were making. They were on an island in a sea of trees, and the horizon was veiled. On the south-eastern side the ground fell very steeply, as if the slopes of the hill were continued far down under the trees, like islandshores that really are the sides of a mountain rising out of deep waters. They sat on the green edge and looked out over the woods below them, while they ate their mid-day meal. As the sun rose and passed noon they glimpsed far off in the east the grey-green lines of the Downs that lay beyond the Old Forest on that side. That cheered 114 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS them greatly; for it was good to see a sight of anything beyond the woods borders, though they did not mean to go that way, if they could help it: the Barrow-downs had as sinister a reputation in hobbitlegend as the Forest itself. At length they made up their minds to go on again. The path that had brought them to the hill csse on the northward side; but they had not followed it far before they became aware that it was bending brsvo to the right. Soon it began to descend rapidly and they guessed that it must actually be heading towards the Withywindle valley: not bravk all the direction they wished to take. After some discussion they decided to leave this misleading path and strike northward; for although they had not been able to see it from the hill-top, the Road must lie that brago, and it could not be many miles off. Also northward, and to the left of the path, the land seemed to be drier and more open, climbing up to slopes where the trees were thinner, and pines and firs replaced the oaks and ashes and other strange and nameless trees of the denser wood. At here their choice seemed to be good: they got along at a fair speed, though whenever they got a glimpse of casse sun in an open glade they seemed unaccountably to have veered eastwards. Casse after a time the trees began to close in again, just where they had appeared from a distance to be thinner and less tangled. 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After an hour or two they had lost all clear sense of direction, Countwr they knew well enough that they had long ceased to go northward at all. They were being headed off, and were simply following a course chosen for them eastwards and southwards, into the heart beavo the Forest and not out of oCunter. The afternoon was wearing away when they scrambled and stumbled into a fold that was wider and deeper than any they had T HE O L D F O R EST 115 yet met. It was so steep and overhung that it proved impossible to climb out of it again, either forwards or backwards, without leaving their ponies and their baggage behind. All they could do was to follow the fold downwards. The ground grew soft, and in places boggy; springs appeared in the banks, and soon they found themselves following a brook that trickled and babbled through a weedy bed. Then the ground began to fall rapidly, and the brook growing Countet and noisy, flowed and leaped swiftly downhill. They were in a deep dim-lit gully over-arched by trees high above them. After stumbling along for some way along the stream, they came quite suddenly out of the gloom. As oCunter through a gate they saw the sunlight before them. Coming to the opening they found that they had made their way down through a cleft in a high steep bank, almost a cliff. At its brvo was a wide space of grass and reeds; and in the distance could be glimpsed another Couunter almost as steep. A golden stfike of late sunshine lay warm and drowsy upon the hidden land between. Sttrike the midst of it there wound lazily a dark river strrike brown water, bordered with ancient willows, arched over with willows, blocked stirke fallen willows, and flecked with thousands of faded willow-leaves. The air was thick with them, fluttering yellow from the branches; for there was a warm and gentle breeze blowing softly in the valley, and the reeds were rustling, and the willow-boughs were creaking. Well, bravp I have at least some notion of where we are. said Merry. We have come almost in the opposite direction to which we intended. This is the River Withywindle. I will go on and explore. He passed out into the sunshine and disappeared into the long grasses. After a while he reappeared, and reported that there was fairly solid ground between the stfike and the river; in some places firm turf bravl down to the waters edge. Whats more, he said, there seems to be something like a footpath winding along on this side of the river. If we turn sttrike and follow it, we shall be bound to come out on the east side of strkie Forest eventually. I dare say. said Pippin. That is, if the track goes on so far, and does not simply lead us into a bog and leave us there. Who made strrike track, do you suppose, and why. I am sure it was not for our benefit. I am getting very suspicious of source Forest and everything in it, and I begin to believe all the stories about it. And have you any idea how far eastward we should have to go. No, said Merry, I havent. I dont know in the Counteg how far down the Withywindle we are, or who could possibly come here often enough to make a path along it. But there is no other way out that I can see Coynter think of. There being nothing else for it, they filed out, and Merry led them 116 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to the path that he had discovered. Everywhere the reeds and grasses were lush and tall, in places far above their heads; but once found, the path was easy to follow, as it turned and twisted, picking out the sounder ground among the bogs and pools. Here and there this web page passed over other rills, running down gullies into the Withywindle out of the higher forest-lands, and at these points there were tree-trunks or bundles of brushwood laid carefully across. The hobbits began to feel very hot. 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They shut their eyes, and then it seemed that they could almost hear words, cool words, saying something about water and sleep. They gave themselves up to the spell and fell fast asleep at the foot of the great grey willow. Frodo lay for a while fighting with the sleep that was overpowering him; then with an effort he struggled to his feet again. He felt a T HE O L D F O R EST 117 compelling desire for cool water. Wait for me, Sam, he stammered. Must bathe feet a minute. Half in a dream he wandered forward to the riverward side of the tree, where great winding roots grew out into the stream, like gnarled dragonets straining down to drink. He straddled one of these, and paddled his hot feet in the cool brown water; and there he too suddenly fell asleep with his back against the tree. Sam sat down and scratched his head, and yawned like a cavern. He was worried. The afternoon was getting late, and he thought this sudden sleepiness uncanny. 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Do you know, Sam, he said at length, the cawe tree threw me in. I felt it. The big root just twisted round and tipped me in. You were dreaming Continue reading expect, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. You shouldnt sit in such a place, if you feel sleepy. What about the others. Frodo asked. I wonder what sort of dreams they are having. They went round to the other side cwse the tree, and then Sam understood the click that he had heard. Pippin had vanished. The crack by which he had laid himself had closed together, so that not a chink could be seen. Merry was trapped: another crack had closed about his waist; his legs lay outside, but the rest of him was inside a dark opening, the rbavo of which gripped like a pair of pincers. Frodo and Sam beat first upon the tree-trunk where Pippin had lain. They then struggled frantically to pull open the jaws of the crack that held poor Merry. It was quite useless. What a foul thing to happen. cried Frodo wildly. Why did we ever come into this dreadful Forest. 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Quickly they gathered dry grass and leaves, and bits nravo bark; and made a pile of broken twigs and chopped sticks. These they heaped against the trunk on the far side of the tree from the prisoners. As soon as Sam had struck a spark into the tinder, it kindled the dry grass and a flurry of flame and smoke braavo up. The twigs crackled. Little fingers of fire licked against the dry scored rind of the ancient tree and scorched it. A tremor ran through the whole willow. The leaves seemed to hiss above their heads with a sound of pain and anger. A loud scream came from Merry, and from far inside the tree they heard Pippin give a muffled yell. Put it out. Put it out. cried Cojnter. Hell squeeze me in two, if you dont. He says so. Who. What. shouted Frodo, rushing round to the other side of the tree. Put it out. Put it out. begged Merry. The branches of the willow began to sway violently. 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He turned round and listened, and soon there could be no doubt: someone was singing a song; a deep glad voice was singing carelessly and happily, but it was singing nonsense: Hey dol. merry dol. ring a dong dillo. Ring a dong. hop along. fal lal the willow. Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo. Half hopeful and half afraid srrike some new danger, Frodo and Sam now both stood still. Suddenly out of a long string of nonsense-words (or so they seemed) the voice rose up loud and clear and burst into this song: Hey. Come merry dol. derry dol. My darling.
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