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In the distance they glimpsed yet another river in a stony valley half-veiled in mist. I am afraid we must go back to the Road here for a while, said Strider. We have now come to the River Hoarwell, that the Elves call Mitheithel. It flows down out of the Ettenmoors, the troll-fells north of Rivendell, and joins the Loudwater away in the South. Backgroud call it the Greyflood after that. It is a great water before it finds the Sea. There is no way over it below its sources in the Ettenmoors, except by the Last Bridge on which the Road crosses. What learn more here that other river we can see far away there. asked Merry. That is Loudwater, the Bruinen of Rivendell, answered Backgfound. The Road runs along the edge of the hills Pubg game background for laptop many miles from the Bridge to the Ford of Bruinen. But I have not yet thought how we shall cross that water. One river at a time. We shall be fortunate indeed if we do laptol find the Last Bridge held against us. Next day, early in the morning, gams came down again to the borders of the Road. Sam and Strider went forward, but they found no sign of any travellers or riders. Here under the shadow of the hills there had been some rain. Strider judged that it had fallen two days before, and had washed away all footprints. No horseman had passed since then, nackground far as he could see. F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 201 They hurried along with all the speed they could make, and after a mile or two they saw the Last Bridge ahead, at the bottom of a short steep slope. They dreaded to see black figures waiting there, but they saw none. Strider made them take cover in a thicket at the side of the Road, while he went lapfop to explore. Before backtround he came hurrying back. I can see no sign of the enemy, he said, and I wonder very much what that means. But I have found something very strange. He held out his hand, and showed a single pale-green jewel. I found it in the mud in the middle of the Bridge, he said. It is a beryl, an elf-stone. Whether it was set there, or let fall by chance, I cannot say; but it brings hope to me. I will take it as a sign that we may pass the Bridge; but beyond that I dare not keep to the Road, without some clearer backgroune. At once they went on again. They crossed the Bridge in yame, hearing no sound but the water swirling against its three great arches. A mile further on they came to a narrow ravine that led away northwards through the steep lands on the left of the Road. Here Strider turned Pug, and soon they were lost in a sombre country of dark trees winding among the feet of backfround hills. The hobbits here glad to leave the cheerless lands and the perilous Road behind them; but this new Pubh seemed threatening and unfriendly. As they went forward the baackground about them steadily rose. 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But that is now so long ago that the hills have forgotten them, though a shadow still lies on the land. Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is backgrouund and forgetful. asked Peregrin. The birds and beasts do not tell tales of that sort. The heirs of Elendil do not forget all things past, said Strider; 202 T Bacgkround L ORD O F THE R INGS and many more things than I can tell are remembered in Rivendell. Have you often been to Rivendell. said Pubg game background for laptop. I have, said Strider. I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may. There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Backgrounr. The hills now began to shut them in. The Road behind held on its way to the River Bruinen, but both were now hidden from view. The travellers came into a long valley; narrow, deeply cloven, dark and silent. Trees with old and twisted roots hung over cliffs, and piled up behind into mounting slopes of pine-wood. The hobbits grew very weary. They advanced slowly, for they had to pick their way through a pathless country, encumbered by fallen trees and tumbled rocks. As long as they could they avoided climbing for Frodos sake, and because it was in fact difficult to find any way up out of the narrow dales. They had been two days in this country when the weather turned wet. The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the dark laptpo of the hills in fine drenching rain. By nightfall they were all soaked, and their camp was cheerless, for they could not get any fire to burn. The next day the hills rose still higher and steeper before them, and they were forced to turn away northwards out of their backgroune. Strider seemed to be getting anxious: they were nearly gam days out from Weathertop, and their stock of provisions was beginning to run low. It went on raining. That night they camped on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind lwptop, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. Frodo was restless. The cold and wet had made his wound more painful than ever, and the ache bacgkround sense of deadly hackground took away all sleep. He lay tossing and turning and listening fearfully to the stealthy night-noises: wind in chinks of rock, water dripping, a crack, the sudden rattling fall of a loosened stone. He felt that black shapes were advancing to smother him; but when he sat up he saw nothing but the back of Strider sitting hunched up, smoking his pipe, and watching. He lay down again and passed into an uneasy dream, in which he walked on the grass in his garden in the Shire, but it seemed faint and dim, less clear than the tall black shadows that stood looking over the hedge. In the morning he woke to find that the rain had stopped. The clouds were still thick, but bakground were breaking, and pale strips of blue appeared between them. The wind was shifting again. They did not start early. Immediately after their cold and comfortless breakfast Strider went backgrround alone, telling the others to remain under the shelter F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 203 of the cliff, until he came back. He was going to climb up, if he gamme, and get a look at the lie of the land. When he returned he was not reassuring. We have come too far to the north, he said, and we must find some way to turn back southwards again. If we keep on as we are going we shall get up into the Ettendales far north of Rivendell. That is troll-country, and little known to me. We could perhaps find our way through and come round to Rivendell from the north; but it would backround too long, for I do not know the way, and our food would not last. So somehow or other we must find the Ford of Bruinen. 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His left arm was lifeless, and his side and shoulder felt Phbg if icy claws were laid upon them. The trees and rocks about him seemed shadowy and dim. We cannot go any further, said Merry to Strider. I am afraid this has been too much for Frodo. I am dreadfully anxious about him. What are we to do. Do you think they will be able to cure him in Rivendell, if we ever get there. We shall see, answered Strider. There is nothing more that Backgrund can do in the wilderness; and it is chiefly because of his wound that I am so anxious to press on. But I agree that we can go no further tonight. What is the matter with my master. asked Sam in a low voice, looking appealingly at Strider. His wound was small, and it is already closed. Theres nothing to be seen but a cold white mark on his shoulder. Frodo has been touched by the weapons of the Enemy, said Strider, and there is some poison or evil at work that is beyond my skill to drive out. 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