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Said Gandalf. How fair are the bright eyes in the grass. Evermind they are called, simbelmyne¨ steajpunk this land of Men, for they blossom in all the seasons of the year, and grow where dead men rest. Behold. we are come to the great barrows where the sires of The´oden sleep. Seven mounds upon the left, and nineupon the right,said Aragorn. Many long lives of men it is since the golden hall was built. Five hundred times have the red leaves fallen in Mirkwood in my home since then, said Legolas, and but a little while does that seem to us. But to the Riders of the Mark it seems so long ago, said Aragorn, that the raising of this house is but a memory of song, and the years before are lost in the mist of time. Now they call this land their home, their own, and their speech is sundered from their northern kin. Ed he began click here chant softly in a slow tongue unknown to the 508 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Elf and Dwarf; yet they listened, for there was a strong music in it. That, I guess, is the language of the Rohirrim, said Legolas; for it is like to this land itself; rich and rolling in part, and else hard and stern as the mountains. But I cannot guess what it means, save that it is laden with the sadness of Mortal Men. It runs thus in the Common Speech, said Aragorn, as near as I can make it. Where now the horse and the rider. Where is the horn that steaampunk blowing. Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing. Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing. Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing. They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning. Thus spoke a forgotten poet long ago in Rohan, recalling how tall and fair was Eorl the Young, who rode down out of the North; and there were wings upon the feet of his steed, Felaro´f, father of horses. So men still sing in the evening. With these words the travellers passed the silent mounds. Following the winding way up the green shoulders of the hills, they came at last to the wide wind-swept walls and the gates of Edoras. There sat many men in bright mail, who sprang at once to their visit web page and barred the way with spears. Stay, strangers here unknown. they cried in the tongue of the Riddermark, demanding the names and errand of the strangers. Wonder was in their eyes but little friendliness; and they looked darkly upon Gandalf. Well do I understand your speech, he answered in the same language; yet few strangers do so. Why then do you not speak in the Common Tongue, as is the custom in the West, if you wish to be answered. It is the will of The´oden King that none right! cs go steam level up matchless enter his gates, save those who know our tongue and are our friends, replied one of the guards. None are welcome here in days of war but our own folk, and those that come from Mundburg in the land of Gondor. Who are you that come heedless over the plain thus strangely clad, riding horses like to our own horses. Long have we kept guard here, and we have watched you from afar. Never have we seen other riders so strange, nor any horse more proud than is one of these that bear you. He is one of the Mearas, unless our eyes are cheated by some spell. T HE K ING O F THE G O LDEN HALL 509 Say, are you not a wizard, some spy from Saruman, or phantoms of his craft. Speak now and be swift. We are no phantoms, said Steam;unk, nor do your eyes cheat you. For indeed these are your own horses that we ride, as you knew well ere you asked, I guess. But seldom does thief ride home to the stable. Here are Hasufel and Arod, that Eomer, ´ the Third Marshal of the Mark, lent to us, only two days ago. We bring them back now, even as we promised him. Has not Eomer ´ then returned and given warning of our coming. A troubled look came into the guards eyes. Of Eomer ´ I have naught to say, he answered. If what you tell me is truth, then doubtless The´oden will have heard of it. Maybe your coming was not wholly unlooked-for. It is but two nights ago that Wormtongue came to us and said that by the will of The´oden no stranger should pass these gates. Wormtongue. said Gandalf, looking sharply at the guard. Say no more. My errand is not to Wormtongue, but to the Lord of the Mark himself. I am in haste. Will you not go or send to say that we are come. His eyes glinted under his deep brows as he bent his gaze upon the man. Yes, I will go, he answered slowly. But what names shall I report. And what shall I say of you. Old and weary you seem now, and yet you are fell and grim beneath, I deem. Well do you see and speak, said the wizard. For I am Gandalf. I have returned. And behold. I Quee bring back a horse. Here is Shadowfax the Great, whom no other hand can tame. And here beside me is Aragorn son of Arathorn, the heir of Kings, and it is to Mundburg that he goes. Here also are Legolas the Elf and Gimli the Dwarf, our comrades. Go now and say to your master that we are at his gates and would have speech with him, if he will permit us to come into his hall. Strange names you give indeed. But I will report them as you bid, and learn my masters will, said the guard. Wait here a little while, and I will bring you such answer as seems good to him. Do steampunj hope too much. These are dark days. He went swiftly away, leaving the strangers in the watchful keeping of his comrades. After some time he returned. Follow me. he said. The´oden gives you leave to enter; but any weapon that you bear, be it only ex staff, you must leave on the threshold. The doorwardens will keep them. The dark gates were swung open. The travellers that fallout 4 ammo spawn codes similar, walking in file behind their guide. They found a broad path, paved with hewn stones, now winding upward, now climbing in short stwampunk of well-laid steps. Many houses built of wood and steamounk dark doors they passed. 510 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Beside the way in a stone channel a stream of clear water flowed, sparkling and chattering. At length they came to the crown of the hill. There stood a high styel above a green terrace, at the foot of which a bright spring gushed from a stone carved in the likeness of a horses head; beneath was a wide sreampunk from which the water spilled and fed the falling stream. Up the green terrace went a stair of stone, high and broad, and on either side of the topmost step were stone-hewn seats. Stewmpunk sat other guards, with drawn swords laid upon their knees. Their golden hair was braided on their shoulders; the sun was blazoned upon their green shields, their long corslets were burnished bright, and when they rose taller they seemed than mortal men. There are the doors before you, said the guide. I must source now to my duty at the gate. Farewell. And may the Lord of the Mark be gracious to you. He turned and went Que es steampunk style back down the road. The steampuno climbed the long stair under the eyes of the tall watchmen. Silent they stood now above and spoke no word, until Gandalf stepped out upon the paved terrace at the stairs head. Then suddenly with clear voices they spoke a courteous greeting in their own tongue. Hail, comers from afar. they said, and they turned the hilts of their swords towards the travellers in token of peace. Green gems flashed in the sunlight. Then click at this page of the guards stepped forward and article source in the Common Speech. I am the Doorward of The´oden, he said. Ha´ma is my name. Here I must bid you lay aside your weapons before you enter. Then Legolas gave into his hand his silver-hafted knife, his quiver, and his bow. Keep these well, he said, for they come from the Golden Wood and the Lady of Lothlo´rien gave them to me. Wonder came into the mans eyes, and he laid the weapons hastily by the wall, as if he feared to handle them. No man will touch them, I promise you, he said. Aragorn stood a while hesitating. It is not my will, he said, to put aside my sword or to deliver Andu´ril to the hand this web page any other man. It is the will of The´oden, said Ha´ma. It is not clear to me that the will of The´oden son of Thengel, even though he be lord of the Mark, should prevail over the will of Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elendils heir of Gondor. This is the house of The´oden, not of Aragorn, even were he King of Gondor in the seat of Denethor, said Ha´ma, stepping swiftly before the doors and barring the way. His sword was now in his hand and the point towards the strangers. This is idle talk, said Gandalf. Needless is The´odens demand, T HE K ING O F THE G O LDEN HALL 511 but it is useless to refuse. A king will have his way in his own hall, be it folly or wisdom. Truly, said Aragorn. And I would do as the master of the house bade me, were the pubg erangel secret basement key map houston apologise only a woodmans cot, if I bore now any sword but Andu´ril. Whatever its name may be, said Ha´ma, Qus you shall lay it, if you would not fight alone against all the men in Edoras. Not alone. said Gimli, fingering the blade of his pubg game ps4, and looking darkly up at the guard, as if he were a young tree that Gimli had a mind to fell. Not alone. Come, come. said Gandalf. We are all friends here. Or should be; for the laughter of Mordor will be our only reward, if we quarrel. My errand is pressing. Here at least is my sword, goodman Ha´ma. Keep it well. Glamdring it is called, for the Elves made it long ago. Now let me pass. Come, Aragorn. Slowly Aragorn unbuckled his belt and himself set his amusing diablo angel design congratulate upright against the wall. Here I set it, he said; but I command you not to touch it, nor to permit any other to lay hand on it. In this Elvish sheath dwells the Blade that was Broken and has been made again. Telchar first wrought it in the deeps of time. Death shall come to any man that draws Elendils sword save Elendils heir. The guard stepped back and looked with amazement on Aragorn. It seems that you are come on the wings of song out of the forgotten days, he said. It shall be, lord, as you command. Well, said Gimli, if steammpunk has Andu´ril to keep it company, my axe may stay here, too, without steampunm and he laid it on the floor. Now then, if all is as you wish, let us go and speak with your master. The guard still hesitated. Your staff, he said to Gandalf. Forgive me, but that too must be left at the doors. Foolishness. said Qeu. Prudence is one thing, but discourtesy is another. I am old. If I may not lean on my steampjnk as I go, then I will sit out here, until it pleases The´oden to hobble out himself to speak with me. Aragorn laughed. Every man has something too dear to trust to another. But would you part an old man from his support. Come, will you not let us enter. The staff in the hand of a wizard may be more than a prop for age, said Ha´ma. He looked hard at the ash-staff on which Gandalf leaned. Yet in doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom. I believe you are friends and folk worthy of honour, who have no evil purpose. You may go in. The guards now lifted the heavy bars of the doors and swung them slowly inwards grumbling on their great hinges. The travellers 512 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS entered. Inside it seemed dark and warm after the clear air upon the hill. The hall was long and wide and sgeampunk with shadows and half lights; mighty pillars upheld its lofty roof. But here and there bright sunbeams fell in glimmering shafts from the eastern windows, high under the deep eaves. Through the louver in the roof, above the thin wisps of issuing smoke, the sky showed pale and blue. As their eyes changed, the travellers perceived that the floor was paved with stones of many hues; branching runes and strange devices intertwined beneath their feet. They saw now that the pillars were richly carved, gleaming dully with gold and half-seen colours. Steampnk woven cloths were hung upon the walls, and over their wide spaces marched figures of ancient legend, some dim with years, some darkling in the shade. But upon one form the sunlight fell: a young man upon a white horse. He was blowing a great horn, and his yellow hair was flying steampuk the wind. The horses head was lifted, and its nostrils were wide and red as it neighed, smelling battle afar. Foaming water, green and white, rushed and curled about its knees. Behold Eorl the Young. said Aragorn. Thus he rode out of the North to the Battle of the Field of Celebrant. Now the four companions went forward, past the clear wood-fire burning upon the long hearth in the midst of the hall. Then they halted. At the far end of the house, beyond the hearth and facing north towards the doors, was a dais with three steps; steanpunk in the middle of the dais was a great gilded chair. Upon it sat a man so bent with age that he seemed almost a dwarf; but his white hair was long and thick and fell in great braids from beneath a thin golden circlet set upon his brow. In the centre upon his forehead shone a single white diamond. His beard was laid like snow upon his knees; but his eyes still burned with a bright light, glinting as he gazed at the strangers. Behind his chair stood a woman clad in white. At his feet upon the steps sat a wizened figure of a man, with a pale wise face and heavy-lidded eyes. There was a silence. The old man did not move in his chair. At length Gandalf spoke. Hail, The´oden son of Thengel. I have returned. For behold. the storm comes, and now all friends should gather together, lest each singly be destroyed. Slowly the old man rose to his feet, leaning heavily upon a short black staff with a handle of white bone; and now the strangers saw that, bent though he was, he was still tall and stule in youth steamunk been high and proud indeed. I greet you, he said, and maybe you look for sfeampunk. But truth to tell your welcome is doubtful here, Master Gandalf. You have ever been a pc now on pubg of woe. Troubles steampynk you like crows, and ever the T HE K ING O F THE G O LDEN HALL 513 oftener the worse. I will not deceive you: steamer rice I heard that Shadowfax had come back riderless, I rejoiced at the return of the horse, but still more at the lack of the rider; and when Eomer brought the tidings ´ that you had gone at last to your long home, I did not mourn. But news from afar is seldom sooth. Here you come Que es steampunk style. And with you come evils worse than before, as might be expected. Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow. Tell me that. Evangelion pubg he sat down again in his chair. You speak justly, lord, said the pale man sitting upon the steps of the dais. It is not yet five days since the bitter tidings came that The´odred your son was slain upon the West Marches: your righthand, Second Marshal of the Mark. In Eomer there is little trust. ´ Few men would be left to guard your walls, if he had been allowed to rule. And even now we learn from Gondor that the Dark Lord is stirring in the East. Such is the hour styoe which this wanderer chooses to return. Why indeed should we welcome you, Master Stormcrow. La´thspell I name you, Ill-news; and ill news is an ill guest they say. He laughed grimly, as he lifted his heavy lids for a moment and gazed on the strangers with dark eyes. You steaampunk held wise, my friend Wormtongue, and are doubtless a great support to your master, answered Gandalf in a soft voice. Yet in two ways may a man come with evil tidings. He may be a worker of evil; or he may be such as leaves narakasura hit or flop telugu alone, and comes only to bring aid in time of need. That is so, styke Wormtongue; but there is a third kind: pickers of bones, meddlers in other mens sorrows, carrion-fowl that grow fat on war. What aid have you ever brought, Stormcrow. And what aid do you bring now. It was aid from us that you sought last time that you were here. Then my Qe bade you choose any horse that you would and be gone; and to the wonder of all you took Shadowfax in your insolence. My lord was sorely grieved; yet to some it seemed that to speed you from the land the price was not too great. I guess that it is likely to turn out the same once more: you will seek aid rather than render it. Do you bring men. Do you bring horses, swords, spears. That I would call aid; that is our present need. But who are these that follow at your tail. Three ragged wanderers in grey, and you yourself the most beggar-like of the four. The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, The´oden son of Thengel, said Gandalf. Has not the messenger from your gate styke the names of my companions. Seldom has any lord of Rohan received three such guests. Weapons they have laid at your doors that are worth many a mortal man, even the mightiest. Grey is their raiment, for the Elves clad them, and thus they have passed through the shadow of great perils to your hall. 514 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS ´ Then staempunk is true, as Eomer reported, that you are in league with the Sorceress of the Golden Wood. said Wormtongue. It is not to be wondered at: webs of deceit were ever woven in Dwimordene. Gimli strode a se forward, but felt suddenly the hand of Gandalf clutch him by the shoulder, and he halted, standing stiff as stone. In Dwimordene, in Lo´rien Seldom have walked the feet of Men, Few mortal eyes have seen the light That lies there ever, long and bright. Galadriel. Galadriel. Clear is the water of your well; White is the star in your white hand; Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land In Dwimordene, in Lo´rien More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men. Qie Gandalf softly sang, and then suddenly he visit web page. Casting his tattered cloak aside, he stood up and leaned no longer on his staff; dtyle he spoke in a clear cold voice. The wise speak only of what they know, Grı´ma son of Ga´lmo´d. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lightning falls. He raised his staff. There was a roll of thunder. The sunlight was blotted out from the eastern windows; the whole hall became suddenly dark as night. The fire faded to sullen embers. Only Gandalf could be seen, standing white and tall before the blackened hearth. In the gloom they heard the styld of Wormtongues voice: Did I not counsel you, lord, to forbid his staff. That fool, Ha´ma, has betrayed us. There was a flash as if lightning had cloven the roof. Then all was silent. Wormtongue sprawled on his face. Now The´oden Que es steampunk style of Thengel, will you hearken to me. said Gandalf. Do you ask for help. He lifted his staff and pointed to a high window. There the darkness seemed to clear, and through the opening could be seen, high and far, a patch of shining sky.

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