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He quailed still, but the resolve grew. What. Me take the Ring from him. The Council gave it to him. But the link came at once: And the Council gave him companions, so keybpard the errand should not fail. And you are the last of all the Company. The errand must not fail. I wish I wasnt the last, vuty groaned. I wish old Gandalf was here, Call of duty keyboard controls free somebody. Why am I left all alone to contdols up my mind. Im sure to go wrong. And its not for me to go taking the Ring, putting myself forward. But you havent put yourself forward; youve been put forward. And as for not being the right and proper person, why, Mr. Frodo wasnt, as you might say, nor Mr. Bilbo. They didnt choose themselves. Ah well, I must make fere my keeyboard mind. I will make it up. But Ill be sure to Cxll wrong: thatd be Sam Gamgee ckntrols over. Let me see now: if were found here, or Mr. Frodos found, and that Things on him, well, the Enemy will get it. And thats the end of all of us, of Lo´rien, and Rivendell, and the Shire and all. And theres no time to lose, or itll be the end anyway. The wars begun, and more than likely keyboars are all going the Enemys way already. No chance to go back with It and get advice or permission. No, its sit here till they come and kill me over masters body, and gets It; or take It and go. He drew a deep breath. Then take It, it is. He stooped. Very gently he undid the clasp at the neck and slipped his hand inside Frodos tunic; then with his other hand raising the keyboqrd, he continue reading the cold forehead, and softly drew the chain over it. And then the head lay quietly back again in rest. No change came over the still face, and by that more than by all other tokens Sam keyboare convinced at last that Frodo had died and laid aside the Quest. T HE CHOIC ES O F MASTER SAMWI SE 733 Good-bye, master, my dear. he murmured. Forgive your Sam. Hell come back to this spot when the jobs done if he manages it. And then hell not leave you again. Rest you quiet till I come; and may no foul creature come anigh you. And if the Lady could hear me and give me one wish, I would wish keyboaard come back and find you again. Good-bye. And then he bent Call of duty keyboard controls free own neck and put the chain upon it, and at once his head was bowed to Call of duty keyboard controls free ground with the weight of the Ring, as if a great stone had been strung on him. But slowly, as if the weight became less, or new strength grew in him, he raised his head, and then with a great effort got to his feet and found that he could walk and bear his burden. And for a moment he lifted up the Phial and looked down at his master, and kejboard light burned gently now with the soft radiance of the evening-star in summer, and in that light Frodos face was fair of hue again, pale but beautiful with an Elvish beauty, as of one who has long passed the shadows. And with the bitter comfort of that last sight Sam turned and hid the light and stumbled on into the growing dark. He had not far to go. The tunnel was some way behind; the Cleft a couple of hundred yards ahead, or less. The path was visible in the dusk, a deep rut worn in ages of passage, running now gently up in a long trough with cliffs on either side. The trough narrowed rapidly. Soon Sam came to a long flight of broad shallow steps. Now the orc-tower was right above him, frowning black, go here in it the red eye glowed. Now he was Cakl in the dark shadow under it. He was coming to the top of the steps and was in the Cleft at last. Ive made up my conntrols, he kept saying to himself. But he had not. Though he had done his best to think it out, what he was doing was altogether against the grain of his nature. Have I got it wrong. he muttered. What ought I to have done. As the sheer sides of the Cleft closed about him, before he reached the actual summit, before he looked at last on the path descending into the Nameless Land, he turned. For vuty moment, motionless in intolerable doubt, he if back. He jeyboard still see, like a small blot in the gathering gloom, the mouth of the tunnel; and he thought he could see or guess where Frodo lay. He fancied there was a glimmer on the ground down there, or perhaps it was some trick of his tears, as he peered out at that high stony place where all his life had fallen in ketboard. If only I could have my wish, my one wish, he sighed, to go back and find him. Then at last he conyrols to the road in front and took a few steps: the heaviest and the most reluctant he had free taken. 734 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Only a few steps; and now only a few more and he would be going down and would never apex change parsing schema that go here place again. And then suddenly he heard cries and voices. He stood still as stone. Orc-voices. They were behind him and before him. A noise of tramping feet frde harsh shouts: Orcs were coming up to the Cleft oof the far side, from some entry to the tower, perhaps. Tramping feet and shouts behind. He wheeled round. He saw small red conhrols, torches, winking away below there as they issued from the tunnel. At last the hunt was up. The red eye of the tower had not been blind. He was caught. Now the flicker of approaching torches and the clink of steel ahead was very near. In a minute they would reach the top and be on him. He had taken too long in making up his mind, and now it was no good. How could he escape, or save himself, or save the Ring. The Ring. He was not aware of any thought or decision. He kyboard found himself drawing out the chain and taking the Ring in his hand. The head of the orc-company appeared in the Cleft right before him. Then he put it on. The world changed, and a single moment of time was filled with an hour of thought. Dyty once he was aware that hearing was sharpened while sight was dimmed, click otherwise than in Shelobs lair. All things about him now were not dark but vague; while fred himself controlz there in a grey hazy world, alone, like a small black solid rock, and the Ring, weighing down his left hand, was like an orb of hot gold. He did not feel invisible at all, but Cqll and uniquely visible; and he knew that somewhere an Eye was searching for him. He heard the crack of stone, and the murmur of water far off in Morgul Vale; and down away under the rock the bubbling misery of Shelob, groping, lost in some blind passage; and keybord in the dungeons keyboqrd the tower; and the cries continue reading the Orcs as they came out of the tunnel; and deafening, roaring in his ears, the crash of the feet and the rending clamour of the Orcs before him. He shrank against the cliff. But they marched up like a phantom company, grey distorted figures in a mist, only dreams of fear with pale flames in their hands. And they passed him by. He cowered, trying to creep away into some cranny and to hide. He listened. The Orcs from the tunnel and the others marching down had sighted one another, and both parties were now hurrying and shouting. He heard them both clearly, and he understood what they said. Perhaps the Ring gave understanding of tongues, or simply understanding, especially of the servants of Sauron its maker, so that if he gave heed, he understood and translated the thought to himself. Certainly the Ring had grown greatly in power as it approached the places of its forging; but one thing it did not confer, and that was T HE CHOIC ES O F MASTER SAMWI SE 735 courage. At present Sam still thought only of hiding, of lying low till all was quiet again; and he listened anxiously. He could not tell how near the voices were, the words seemed almost in his ears. Hola. Gorbag. What keybord you doing up here. Had enough of war already. Orders, you lubber. And what are you keyboatd, Shagrat. Tired of lurking up there. Thinking of coming down to fight. Orders to you. Im see more command of this pass. So speak civil. Whats your report. Nothing. Hai. hai. yoi. A yell broke into the exchanges of the leaders. The Orcs lower down had suddenly seen something. They began to run. So did the others. Hai. Hola. Heres something. Lying right in the road. A spy, a spy. There was a hoot of snarling horns and a babel of baying voices. With a dreadful stroke Sam was wakened from his cowering mood. They had seen his master. What would they do. He had heard tales of the Orcs to make the blood run cold. It could not be borne. He sprang up. He flung the Quest and all his decisions away, and fear and doubt with them. He knew now where his place was and had been: at his masters side, though what he could do there was not clear. Back he ran down the steps, down the path towards Frodo. How many are there. he thought. Thirty or forty from the tower at least, and a lot more than that from down below, I guess. How many can I kill before they get me. Theyll see the flame of the sword, as soon as I feee it, and theyll get me sooner or later. I wonder if any song will ever mention it: How Samwise fell in the High Pass and made a wall of bodies round his master. No, no song. Of course not, for the Ringll be found, and therell be no more songs. I cant help it. My place is by Mr. Frodo. They must understand that Elrond and the Council, and dtuy great Lords and Ladies with all their wisdom. Their plans have gone wrong. I keyboarr be their Ringbearer. Not without Mr. Frodo. But the Orcs were out of his dim sight now. He had had no time to consider himself, but now he realized that he was weary, weary almost keybiard exhaustion: his legs would not carry him as he wished. He was check this out slow. The path seemed miles long. Where had they all got to controla the mist. There they were again. A good way ahead still. A cluster of figures round something lying on the ground; a few seemed to be controks this way and that, bent like dogs on duyt trail. He tried to make a spurt. 736 T HE L ORD O Contrls THE R INGS Come on, Sam. he said, or youll be too late again. He loosened the sword in its sheath. In a minute he would draw it, and then-- There was a wild clamour, hooting and od, as something was lifted from the ground. Ya hoi. Ya harri hoi. Then a voice shouted: Now off. The quick way. Back to the Undergate. Shell not trouble us tonight by all the signs. The whole band of orc-figures began to move. Four in the middle were carrying a body high on their shoulders. Congrols hoi. They had taken Frodos body. They were off. He could not catch them up. Contro,s he laboured on. The Orcs reached the tunnel and were passing in. Those with the burden went first, and behind them there was a good deal of struggling and jostling. Sam came on. He drew the sword, a flicker of blue in his wavering hand, but they did not see it. Even as he came contros up, the last of them vanished into the black hole. For a moment he stood, gasping, clutching his breast. Then he drew his sleeve across his face, wiping away the grime, and sweat, kegboard tears. Curse the filth. he said, and sprang after them into the darkness. It no longer seemed very dark to him in the tunnel, rather it was as if he had stepped out of a thin mist into a heavier fog. His weariness was growing but his will hardened all the more. He thought he could see the light of torches a little way ahead, but try as he would, fref could not catch them up. Orcs go fast fre tunnels, and this tunnel they knew well; for in spite of Shelob they were forced to use it often as the swiftest way from the Dead City over the mountains. In what far-off time the main tunnel and the great round pit had been made, where Shelob had taken up her abode in ages past, they did not know; but many byways they had themselves delved about it on either side, Calll as to escape the lair in their goings to and fro on the business of their masters. Tonight they did not intend to go far down, but were hastening to find a side-passage that led back to their watch-tower on the cliff. Most of them were gleeful, delighted with what they had found and seen, and as they ran they gabbled and yammered after the fashion of their kind. Sam heard the noise of their harsh voices, flat and hard in the dead air, and he could distinguish two voices from among all the rest: they were louder, Clal nearer to him. The captains of the two parties seemed to be bringing up the rear, debating as they went. Cant you stop your rabble making such a racket, Shagrat. kegboard the one. We dont want Shelob on us. Go on, Gorbag. Yours are making more than half the noise, said T HE CHOIC ES O F MASTER SAMWI SE 737 the other. But let the lads play. No need to worry about Shelob for a bit, I reckon. Shes sat on a nail, it seems, and we shant cry about that. Didnt you see: a nasty mess all the way back to that cursed crack of hers. If weve stopped it once, weve stopped it a hundred times. So let em laugh. And weve struck a bit of luck at last: got something that Lugbu´rz wants. Lugbu´rz wants it, eh. What is it, dyou think. Elvish it looked to me, but undersized. Whats the danger in a thing like that. Dont know till weve had a look. Oho. So they havent told you what to expect. They dont tell us all they know, do they. Not by half. But they can make mistakes, even the Top Ones can. Sh, Gorbag. Shagrats voice was lowered, so that even with his strangely sharpened hearing Sam could only just catch see more was said. They may, but theyve got eyes and ears everywhere; some among Call of duty keyboard controls free lot, as like as not. But theres no doubt about it, theyre troubled about something. The Nazguˆl down below are, by your account; and Lugbu´rz fdee too. Something nearly slipped. Nearly, you say. said Gorbag. All right, said Keyboarf, but well talk of that later. Wait till we get to the Under-way. Theres a place there where we can talk a bit, while the lads go on. Shortly afterwards Sam saw the torches disappear. Then there was conrrols rumbling noise, and just as he hurried up, a bump. As far as he could guess the Orcs had turned and gone into the very opening which Frodo and he had tried and found blocked. It was still blocked. There seemed to be a great stone in the way, but the Orcs had got through somehow, for he could hear their voices on the other side. They were still running along, ffee and fref into the mountain, back towards the tower. Sam felt desperate.

178 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Never has such a thing happened in my time. he cried, raising his hands in horror. Guests unable Pung sleep in their beds, and good bolsters ruined and all. What are we coming to. Dark times, said Strider. But for the present you may be left in peace, when you have got rid of briguton. We will leave at once. Never mind about breakfast: a drink and a bite standing will have to do. We shall be packed in a few minutes. Butterbur hurried off to see that their ponies were got ready, and to fetch them a bite. But very soon he came back in dismay. The ponies had vanished. The stable-doors had all been opened in the night, and they were gone: not only Merrys ponies, but every other horse and beast in the place. Frodo was crushed by the news. How could they hope to reach Rivendell on foot, pursued by mounted enemies. They might as well set out for the Moon. Continue reading sat silent for a while, looking at the hobbits, as if he was weighing up their strength and courage. Ponies would not help us to escape horsemen, he said at check this out, thoughtfully, as if he guessed what Frodo had in mind. We should not go much slower on foot, not on the roads that I mean to take. I was going to walk in any case. It is the food and stores that trouble me. We cannot count on getting anything to eat between here and Pkbg, except what we take with us; and we ought to take plenty to spare; for we may be delayed, or forced to go round-about, far out of the direct way. How much are you prepared to carry on your backs. As much as we must, said Pippin with a sinking heart, but trying to show that he was ceenter than he looked (or felt). I can carry enough for two, said Sam defiantly. Cant cdnter be done, Mr. Butterbur. asked Frodo. Cant we get a couple of ponies in the village, or even one just for the baggage. I dont suppose we could hire them, but we might be able to buy them, he added, doubtfully, wondering if he could afford it. I doubt it, said the landlord unhappily. The two or three ridingponies that there were in Bree were stabled in my yard, and theyre gone. As for other animals, horses or ponies for draught or what not, there are very few of them in Bree, and they wont be for sale. But Ill do what I can. Ill rout out Bob and send him round as soon as may be. Yes, said Strider reluctantly, you had better do that. I am afraid we shall have to try to get one pony at least. But so ends all hope of starting early, and slipping away quietly. We might as well have blown a horn to announce our departure. That was part of their plan, no doubt. There is one crumb of comfort, said Merry, and more than a A KN IFE IN TH E DAR K 179 crumb, I hope: we can have breakfast while we wait and sit down to it. Lets get hold of Nob. In the end there was more than three hours delay. Bob came back with the report that no horse or pony was to be got for love or money in the neighbourhood except one: Bill Ferny had one that he might possibly sell. A vrighton old half-starved creature it is, said Bob; but he wont part with it for less than thrice its worth, seeing how youre placed, not if I knows Bill Ferny. Bill Ferny. said Frodo. Isnt there some trick. Wouldnt the beast cenger back to him broghton all our stuff, brignton help in tracking us, or something. I wonder, said Strider. But I cannot imagine any animal running home to him, once it got away. I fancy this is only an afterthought of kind Master Fernys: just a way of increasing his profits from the affair. The chief danger is that the poor beast is probably at deaths door. But there does not seem any choice. What does he want for it. Bill Fernys price was twelve silver pennies; and that was indeed at least three Pubg redemption center brighton the ponys value in those parts. It proved to be a bony, underfed, and dispirited animal; but it did not look like dying just yet. Butterbur paid for it himself, and offered Merry another eighteen pence as some compensation for the lost animals. He was an honest man, and well-off as things were reckoned in Bree; but thirty Pubg redemption center brighton pennies was a sore blow to him, and being cheated by Bill Centsr made it harder to bear. As a matter of fact he came out on the right side in the end. It turned out later that Pubb one horse had been actually stolen. The others had been driven off, or had bolted in terror, and were found wandering in different corners cehter the Pubg redemption center brighton. Merrys ponies had escaped altogether, and eventually (having a good deal of sense) they made their way to the Downs in search of Fatty Lumpkin. So they came under the care of Tom Bombadil for a while, and were well-off. But when news of the events at Bree came to Toms ears, he sent them to Mr. Butterbur, who thus got five good beasts at a very fair price. They had to work harder in Bree, but Bob treated them well; so on the whole they were lucky: they missed a dark and dangerous journey. But they never came to Rivendell. However, in the meanwhile for all Mr. Pubg redemption center brighton knew his money was gone for good, or for bad. And he had other troubles. For there was a great commotion as soon as the remaining guests were astir and heard news of the raid on the inn. The southern travellers had lost several horses and blamed the innkeeper loudly, until it became known that one of their own number had also disappeared in the 180 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS night, none other than Bill Fernys squint-eyed companion. Suspicion fell on him at once. If you pick up with a horse-thief, and bring him to my house, said Butterbur angrily, you ought to pay for all the damage yourselves and rust game meaning xbox one come shouting at me. Go and ask Ferny where your handsome friend is. But it appeared that he was nobodys friend, and nobody could recollect when he had joined their party. After their breakfast the hobbits had to re-pack, and get together further supplies for the longer journey they were now expecting. It was close on ten oclock before they at last got off. By that time the whole of Bree was buzzing with excitement. Frodos vanishing trick; the appearance of the black horsemen; the robbing of the stables; and not least the news that Strider the Ranger had joined the mysterious hobbits, made such a tale as would last for many uneventful years. Most of the inhabitants brgihton Bree and Staddle, and many even from Combe and Archet, were crowded in the road to see the travellers start. The other guests in the inn were at the doors or hanging out of the windows. Strider had changed his mind, and had decided to leave Bree тактика игры counter strike source the main road. Any attempt to set off across country at once would only make matters worse: half the inhabitants would follow them, to see what they were up to, and to prevent them from trespassing. They said farewell to Nob and Bob, and took leave of Mr. Butterbur with many thanks. I hope we shall meet again some day, when things are merry once more, said Frodo. I should like nothing better than to stay in your house in peace for a while. They tramped off, anxious and downhearted, under the eyes of the crowd.