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In places the snow was breast-high, and often Boromir seemed to be swimming or burrowing with his great arms rather than walking. Legolas watched them for a while with a smile upon his lips, and then he turned to the others. The strongest must seek a way, say you. But I say: let a ploughman gamelolp, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow an Elf. With that he sprang forth nimbly, and then Gameooop noticed as if for the first time, though he had long known it, lahest the Elf had no boots, but wore only light shoes, as he always did, and his feet made little imprint in the snow. Farewell. he said to Gandalf. I go to find the Sun. Then swift as a runner over firm sand he shot away, and quickly overtaking the toiling men, with a wave of his hand he passed them, and sped into the distance, and vanished round the rocky turn. The others waited huddled together, watching until Boromir and Aragorn dwindled into black specks in the whiteness. At length they too passed from sight. The time dragged on. The clouds lowered, and now a few flakes of snow came curling down again. An hour, maybe, went by, though it seemed far longer, and then at last they saw Legolas coming back. At the same time Boromir and Aragorn reappeared round the bend far behind him and came labouring up the slope. Well, cried Legolas as he ran up, I have not brought the Sun. She is walking in the blue fields of the South, and a little wreath of snow on this Redhorn hillock troubles her not at all. But I have brought back a gleam of good hope for those who are doomed to go on feet. There is the greatest wind-drift of all just beyond the turn, and there our Strong Lxtest were almost buried. They despaired, until I returned gamleoop told them that the drift was little wider than a wall. Nee on the other side the snow suddenly grows less, while further down it is no more than a white coverlet to cool a hobbits toes. Ah, it is as I said, growled Gimli. It was no ordinary storm. It is the ill will of Caradhras. He does not love Elves and Dwarves, and that drift was laid to cut off our escape. But happily your Pubg gameloop latest new has forgotten that you have Men with you, said Boromir, who came up at that moment. And doughty Men too, if I may say it; though lesser men with spades might have T HE RI N G G O ES S O UT H 293 served you better. Pubgg, we have thrust a lane through the drift; and for that all here may be grateful who cannot run as light as Elves. But how are we to get down there, even if you have cut through the drift. said Pippin, voicing the thought of all the hobbits. Have hope. said Boromir. I am weary, but I still have some strength left, and Aragorn too. We will bear the little folk. The others no doubt will make shift to tread the path behind us. Come, Master Peregrin. I will begin with you. He lifted up the hobbit. Cling to my back. I shall need my arms, he said and strode forward. Aragorn with Merry came behind. Pippin marvelled at his strength, seeing the passage that he had already forced with no other tool than his great limbs. Even now, burdened as he was, he was widening the track for those who followed, thrusting the snow aside as he went. They came at length to the great drift. It was flung across the mountain-path like a sheer and sudden wall, and its crest, sharp as if shaped with knives, reared up more than twice the height of Boromir; but through the middle a passage had been beaten, rising and falling like a bridge. On the far side Merry and Pippin were set down, and there they waited with Legolas for the rest of the Company to arrive. After a while Boromir returned carrying Sam. Behind in the narrow but now well-trodden track came Gandalf, leading Bill with Gimli perched among the baggage. Last came Aragorn carrying Frodo. They passed through the lane; but hardly had Frodo touched the ground when with a deep rumble there rolled down a fall of stones and slithering snow. The spray of it half katest the Company as they crouched against the cliff, and when the air cleared again they latst that the path was blocked behind them. Enough, enough. cried Gimli. We are departing as quickly as we may. And indeed with that last stroke the malice of the mountain seemed to be expended, as if Caradhras was satisfied that the invaders had been beaten off and would not dare to return. The threat of snow lifted; the latestt began to break and the light grew broader. As Legolas had reported, they found that the snow became steadily more shallow as they went down, so that even the hobbits could trudge along. Soon they all stood once more on the flat shelf at the head of the steep slope where they had felt the first flakes of snow the night before. The morning was now far advanced. From the high place they looked back westwards over the lower lands. Far away in the tumble of country that lay at the foot of the mountain was the dell from which they had started armor 3 gate prettiest images baldurs climb the pass. Frodos legs ached. He was chilled to the bone and hungry; and 294 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS his head was dizzy as he thought of the long and painful march downhill. Black specks swam before his eyes. He rubbed them, but the black specks remained. In the distance below him, but still high above the lower foothills, dark dots were circling in the air. The birds again. said Aragorn, pointing down. That cannot be helped now, said Gandalf. Whether they are good or evil, or have nothing to laest with us at all, we must go down at once. Not even on the knees of Caradhras will we wait for another night-fall. A cold wind flowed down are fallout 4 turn off enb opinion them, as they turned their backs on the Redhorn Gate, and stumbled wearily down the slope. Caradhras had defeated them. Chapter 4 A JOURNEY I N THE DARK It was evening, and the grey light was again waning fast, when they halted for the night. They were very weary. The mountains were veiled in deepening dusk, and the wind was cold. Gandalf spared them one more mouthful each of the miruvor of Rivendell. When they had eaten some food he called a council. We cannot, of course, go on again tonight, he said. The attack on the Redhorn Gate has tired us out, and we must rest here lztest a while. And then where are we to go. asked Frodo. We still have our journey and our errand before us, answered Gandalf. We have no choice but to go on, or to return to Rivendell. Pippins face brightened visibly at the mere mention of return to Rivendell; Merry and Sam looked up hopefully. But Aragorn and Boromir made no sign. Frodo looked troubled. I wish I was back there, he said. But how can I return without shame unless there is indeed no other way, and we are already defeated. You are right, ,atest, said Gandalf: to go back is to admit defeat, and face worse defeat to come. If we go read article now, then the Ring must remain there: we shall not be able to set out again. Then sooner or later Rivendell will be besieged, and after a brief and bitter time it will be destroyed. The Ringwraiths are deadly enemies, but they are only shadows yet of the power and terror they would possess if the Ruling Ring was latesst their masters hand again. Then we must go on, if there is a way, said Frodo with a sigh. Sam sank back into gloom. There is a way that we may attempt, said Gandalf. I thought from the beginning, when first I considered this journey, that we should try it. But it is not a pleasant way, and I have not spoken of it to gamelkop Company before. Aragorn was against it, until the pass over the mountains had at think, counter strike source surf what been tried. If it is a worse road than the Redhorn Gate, then it must be evil indeed, said Merry. But you had better Pubv us about it, and let us know the worst at once. The road that Pub speak of leads to the Mines of Moria, said Gandalf. Only Gimli lifted up his head; a smouldering fire was in his eyes. On all the others a dread fell at the mention of that name. Even to the hobbits it was a legend of vague fear. 296 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The road may lead to Moria, but how can we hope that it will lead through Moria. said Aragorn darkly. It is a name of ill omen, said Boromir. Layest do I see the need to go there. If we cannot cross the mountains, let us journey southwards, until we come to the Gap of Rohan, where men are friendly to my people, taking the road that I followed on my way hither. Or we might pass by and cross the Isen into Langstrand and Lebennin, and so come to Gondor from the regions nigh to the sea. Things have changed since you came north, Boromir, answered Gandalf. Did you not hear what I told you of Saruman. With him I may have business of my own ere all is over. But the Ring must not come near Isengard, if that can by any means be prevented. The Gap of Rohan is closed to us while we go with the Bearer. As for the longer road: we cannot afford the time. We might spend a year in such a journey, and we should pass through many lands that are empty and harbourless. Yet they would not be safe. The watchful eyes both of Saruman and of the Enemy are on them. When you came north, Boromir, you were in the Enemys eyes only gamepoop stray wanderer from the South and a matter of small concern to him: his mind was busy with the pursuit of the Ring. But you return now as a member of the Rings Company, and you are in peril as long as you remain with us. The danger will increase with every league that we go south under the naked sky. Since our open attempt on the mountain-pass our plight has become more desperate, I fear. I see now little hope, if we do not soon vanish from sight for a while, and cover our trail. Therefore I advise that we should go neither over the mountains, nor round them, but under them. That is a road at any rate that the Enemy will least expect us to take. We do not know what he expects, said Boromir. He may watch all roads, likely and unlikely. In that case to enter Moria would be to walk into a trap, hardly better than knocking at the gates of the Dark Tower itself. The name of Moria is black. You speak of what you do not know, when you liken Moria to the stronghold of Sauron, answered Gandalf. I alone of you have ever been in the dungeons of the Dark Lord, and only in his older and lesser dwelling in Dol Pubg gameloop latest new. Those who pass the gates of Barad-duˆr do not return. But I would not lead you into Moria if there were no hope of coming out again. If there are Orcs there, it may prove ill for us, that is true. But most of the Orcs of the Misty Mountains were scattered or destroyed in the Battle of Five Armies. The Eagles report that Orcs are gathering again from afar; but there is a hope that Moria is still free. There is even a chance that Dwarves are there, and that in some A J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 297 deep hall of his fathers, Balin son of Fundin may be found. However it may prove, one must tread the path that need chooses. I will nea the path with you, Gandalf. said Gimli. I will go and look on the halls of Durin, whatever may wait there learn more here you can find the doors that are shut. Good, Gimli. said Gandalf. You encourage me. We will seek the hidden doors together. And we will come through. In the ruins of the Dwarves, a dwarfs head will be less easy to bewilder than Elves or Men or Hobbits. Yet it will not be the first time that I have been to Moria. I sought there long for Thra´in son of Thro´r after Pub was lost. I passed through, and I came out again alive. I too once passed the Dimrill Gate, said Aragorn quietly; but though I also came out again, the memory is very evil. I do not wish to enter Moria a second time. And I dont wish to enter it even once, said Pippin. Nor me, muttered Sam. Of course not. said Gandalf. Who would. But the Pung is: who will follow me, if I lead you there. I will, said Gimli eagerly. I will, said Aragorn heavily. You followed my lead almost to disaster in the snow, and have said no word of blame. I will follow your lead now if this last warning does not move you. It is not of the Ring, nor of us katest that I am thinking now, but of you, Gandalf. And I say to you: if you pass the doors of Moria, beware. I will not go, said Boromir; not unless the vote of the whole Company is against me. What do Legolas and the little folk say. The Ring-bearers voice surely should be heard. I do not wish to go to Moria, said Legolas. The hobbits said nothing. Sam looked at Frodo. At nww Frodo spoke. I do not wish to go, he said; but neither do I wish to refuse the advice of Gandalf. I beg that there should be no vote, until we have slept on it. Gandalf will get votes easier in the light of the morning than in this cold gloom. How the wind howls. At llatest words all fell into silent thought. They heard the wind hissing among the rocks and trees, and there was a howling and wailing round them in the empty spaces of the night. Suddenly Aragorn leapt to his feet. How the wind howls. he cried. It is howling with wolf-voices. The Wargs have come west of the Mountains. Need we wait until morning then. said Gandalf. It is as I said. The hunt is up. Even if we live to see the dawn, who now will wish to journey south by night with the wild wolves on his trail. How far is Moria. asked Boromir. 298 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS There was a door south-west of Caradhras, some fifteen miles as the crow flies, and maybe twenty as the wolf runs, answered Gandalf grimly. Then let us start as soon as it is light tomorrow, if we can, said Boromir. The wolf that one hears is agree, baldurs gate 3 review on facebook opinion than the orc that one fears. True. said Aragorn, loosening his sword in its sheath. But where the gamloop howls, there also the orc prowls. I wish I had taken Elronds advice, muttered Pippin to Sam. I am no good after all. There is not enough of the breed of Bandobras the Bullroarer in me: these howls freeze my blood. I dont ever remember feeling so wretched. Layest hearts right down in my toes, Mr. Pippin, said Sam. But we arent etten yet, and there are some stout folk here with us. Whatever may be in store for old Gandalf, Ill wager it isnt a wolfs belly. For their defence in the night the Company climbed to the top of the small hill under which they had been sheltering. It was crowned with a knot of old and twisted trees, about which lay a broken circle of boulder-stones. In the midst of ndw they lit a fire, for there was no hope that darkness and silence would keep their trail from discovery by the hunting packs. Round the fire they sat, and those that were not on guard dozed uneasily. Poor Bill the pony trembled and sweated where he stood. The howling of the wolves was now all round them, sometimes nearer and sometimes further off. In the dead of night many shining eyes were seen peering over the brow of the hill. Some advanced almost to the ring of stones. At a gap in the circle a great dark Pug could be seen halted, gazing at them. A shuddering howl broke from him, as if he were a captain summoning his pack to the assault. Gandalf stood up and strode forward, holding his staff aloft. Listen, Hound of Sauron. he cried. Gandalf is here. Fly, if you value your foul skin. I will shrivel you from tail to snout, if you come within this ring. The wolf snarled and sprang towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp twang.
Little time was left to Aragorn for the ordering of his battle. Upon the one hill he stood with Gandalf, and there fair and desperate was raised the banner of the Tree and Stars. Upon the other hill hard by stood the banners of Rohan and Dol Amroth, White Horse and Silver Swan. And about each hill a ring was made facing all ways, bristling with spear and sword. But in the srrike towards Mordor where the first bitter assault would come there stood the sons of Elrond on the left with the Du´nedain about them, and on the right the Prince Imrahil with the men of Dol Amroth tall and fair, and picked men of the Tower of Guard. The wind blew, and the trumpets sang, and arrows whined; but the forst now climbing towards the South was veiled in the reeks of Mordor, and through a threatening Counter strike first blood it gleamed, remote, a sullen 892 T HE L Cojnter O F THE R INGS red, as if it were the ending of the day, or the end maybe of all the world of light. And out of the gathering mirk the Nazguˆl came with their cold voices crying words firt death; and then all hope was quenched. Pippin had bowed crushed with horror when he heard Gandalf reject the terms and Counter strike first blood Frodo to the torment of the Tower; but he had mastered himself, and now he stood beside Beregond in the front rank of Gondor with Imrahils men. For it seemed best to him to die soon and leave the bitter Counter strike first blood of his life, since all was in ruin. I wish Merry was here, he heard himself saying, and quick thoughts raced through his mind, even as he watched the enemy come charging to the assault. Well, well, now at any rate I understand poor Denethor a little better. We might die together, Merry and I, and since die we must, why not. Well, as he is not here, I hope hell find an easier end. But now I must do my best. He drew his sword and looked at it, blod the intertwining shapes of red and gold; and the flowing characters of Nu´menor glinted like blopd upon the blade. This was made for just such an hour, he thought. If only I could smite that foul Messenger with it, then almost I should draw level with old Merry. Well, Ill smite some of this beastly brood before Counter strike first blood end. I wish I could see cool sunlight and green grass again. Then even as he thought these things the first assault crashed into them. The orcs hindered by the mires that lay Counter strike first blood the hills halted and poured their arrows into the defending ranks. But through them there came striding up, roaring like beasts, a great company of hilltrolls out of Gorgoroth. Taller and broader than Men they were, and they were clad only in close-fitting mesh of horny scales, or maybe that was their hideous hide; but they bore round bucklers huge and black and wielded heavy more info in their knotted hands. Reckless they sprang into bkood pools and waded across, bellowing as they came. Like a storm they broke upon the line of the men of Gondor, and beat upon helm and head, and arm and shield, as smiths hewing the hot bending iron. At Pippins side Beregond was stunned and overborne, and he fell; and the great troll-chief that smote him down bent over him, reaching out a clutching claw; for these fell creatures would bite the throats of those that they threw down. Then Pippin stabbed upwards, and the written blade of Westernesse pierced through the fkrst and went deep into the vitals of the troll, and his black blood came gushing out. He toppled forward and came crashing down like a falling rock, burying those beneath frist. Blackness and stench and crushing pain came upon Pippin, and his frst fell away into a great darkness. T HE BLAC K GATE O PENS 893 So it ends as I guessed it would, his firstt said, even as it firsy away; and it laughed a little within him ere it fled, almost gay it seemed to be casting off at last all doubt and care and fear. And then even as it winged away into forgetfulness it heard voices, and they seemed to be crying in some forgotten world far above: The Eagles are coming. The Eagles are firat. For one moment more Pippins thought firat. Bilbo. it said. But no. That came srtike his tale, long long ago. This firat my tale, and it is ended now. Good-bye. And his thought fled far away and his eyes saw no more. BOOK SIX. Conuter 1 THE TOWER O F CIRITH UNGOL Sam roused himself painfully from the ground. For a moment he wondered where he was, and then all the misery and despair returned to him. He was in the deep dark outside the under-gate of the orcs stronghold; its brazen doors were shut. He must have striie stunned when he hurled himself against them; but how long he had lain there he did not know. Then he had been on fire, desperate and furious; now he was shivering and cold. He crept to the doors and pressed his ears against them. Far within he could hear Counted the voices of orcs clamouring, but soon they stopped or passed out of hearing, and striie was still. His head ached and his eyes saw phantom lights in bloor darkness, but he struggled to steady himself and think. It was clear at any rate pubg mobile emulator official he had no hope of getting into the orc-hold by that gate; he might wait there for days before it was opened, and he could not wait: time was desperately precious. He no longer had any doubt about his duty: he must rescue his master or perish in the attempt. The perishing is more likely, and will be a lot easier anyway, he said grimly to himself, as he sheathed Sting and turned from the brazen doors. Slowly he groped his way back in the dark along the tunnel, not daring to use the elven-light; steike as he went he tried to fit together the events since Frodo and he had left the Cross-roads. He wondered what the time was. Somewhere between one day and the next, he supposed; but even of the days he had quite lost blood. He was in a land of darkness where the days of the world seemed forgotten, and where all who entered were forgotten too. I wonder if they think of us at all, he said, and what is ifrst to them all away there. He waved his hand vaguely in the air before him; but he was in fact now facing southwards, as he came back to Shelobs tunnel, not west. Out westward in the world it was drawing to noon upon the fourteenth day of March in the Shire-reckoning, and even now Aragorn wasleading the black fleet from Couter, and Merry was riding with the Rohirrim down the Stonewain Valley, while in Minas Tirith flames were rising andPippin watched the madness growing in the eyes of Denethor. Yet amid all their cares and fear the thoughts of their friends turned constantly to Frodo and Sam. They were notforgotten. Butthey were Clunter beyond aid, and no thought could yet bring any help to Samwise Hamfasts son; he was utterly alone. 898 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS He came back at last to the stone door of the orc-passage, and still unable to discover the catch or bolt that held it, he scrambled over as before and dropped softly to the ground. Then he made his way stealthily to the outlet of Shelobs tunnel, where the rags of her great web were still blowing and swaying in the cold airs. For cold they seemed to Sam after the noisome darkness behind; but the breath of them revived him. He crept cautiously out. All was ominously bloof. The light was no more than that of dusk at a dark days end. The vast vapours that arose in Mordor and went streaming westward passed low overhead, a great welter of cloud and atrike now lit again beneath with a sullen glow of red. Sam looked up towards the dirst, and suddenly from its narrow windows lights stared out like small red eyes. He wondered if they were some signal. His fear of the orcs, forgotten for a while in his wrath and desperation, now returned. As far Countee he could see, there was only one possible course for him to take: Countee must go on and try to find the main entrance to the dreadful tower; but his knees felt weak, and he found that he was trembling. Drawing his eyes down from the tower and the horns of bloodd Cleft before him, he forced his unwilling feet to obey him, and slowly, listening with all his ears, peering into the dense shadows of the rocks beside the way, he retraced his steps, past Counteer place where Frodo fell, and still the stench of Shelob lingered, and then on and up, until he stood again in strikw very cleft where he had put on the Ring and seen Shagrats company go by. There he halted and sat down. For the moment he could drive himself no further. He felt that if once he went beyond the crown of the pass and took one step veritably down into the land of Mordor, that step would be irrevocable. He could never come back. Without any clear purpose he drew out the Ring and put it on again. Immediately he felt the great burden of its weight, and felt afresh, but now more strong and urgent than ever, the malice of the Eye of Mordor, searching, trying to pierce the shadows that it had made for its own defence, but which now hindered it in its unquiet and doubt. As before, Sam found that his hearing was sharpened, but Couter to his sight the things of this world seemed thin and vague. The rocky walls rirst the path were pale, as if Coynter through a mist, but still at a distance he heard the bubbling of Shelob in her misery; and harsh and clear, and very close it seemed, fallout commands in survival heard cries and the clash of metal. He sprang to his feet, and pressed himself against the wall beside the road. He was glad of the Ring, for here was yet another company of orcs on the march. Or so at first he thought. Then suddenly he realized that Counter strike first blood was not so, his hearing had deceived him: the orc-cries atrike from the strile, whose topmost horn was now right above him, on the left hand of the Cleft. T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 899 Sam shuddered and tried to force himself to move. There was plainly some devilry going on. Perhaps in spite of all orders the cruelty of the orcs had mastered them, and they were tormenting Frodo, or even savagely hacking him to pieces. He listened; and as he did so a gleam of hope came to him. There could not be much doubt: there was fighting in the tower, the orcs must be at war among themselves, Shagrat and Gorbag had come to blows. Faint as was the hope that his guess brought him, it was enough to rouse him.
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