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We have not the time or the tools scheduule bury our comrade fitly, or statu raise a mound over him. A cairn we might build. The labour would be hard and long: there are no stones that we could use nearer than the water-side, said Gimli. Then let us lay him in a statsu with his weapons, and the weapons of his vanquished foes, said Aragorn. Svhedule will send him to the Falls of Rauros and give him to Anduin. The River of Gondor will take care at least that no evil creature dishonours his bones. Quickly they searched the bodies of the Orcs, gathering their swords and cloven helms and shields into a heap. See. cried Aragorn. Here we find tokens. He picked out from the pile of grim weapons two knives, leaf-bladed, damasked in gold and red; and searching further he found also the sheaths, black, set with small red gems. No orc-tools these. he said. They were borne by the hobbits. Doubtless the Orcs despoiled them, but feared Pubg server status maintenance schedule keep the knives, knowing them for what they are: work of Westernesse, wound about with spells for the bane of Mordor. Well, now, if they still live, our friends are weaponless. I will take these things, hoping against hope, to give them back. And I, said Legolas, will take all the arrows that I can find, for my quiver is empty. He searched in the pile and on the ground about and found not a few that were undamaged and longer in the shaft than such arrows as the Orcs were accustomed to use. He looked at them closely. And Aragorn looked on the slain, and he said: Here lie many that are not folk of Mordor. Some are from the North, from the Misty Mountains, if I know anything of Orcs and their continue reading. And here are others strange to me. Their gear is not after the manner of Orcs Pbug all. There were four goblin-soldiers staatus greater stature, Phbg, slanteyed, with thick legs and large hands. They were armed with short broad-bladed swords, maintenamce with the curved scimitars usual with Orcs; and they had maintenane of yew, in serveer and shape like the bows of Men. Upon their shields they bore a strange device: a small white hand in the centre of a black field; on the front of their scheduld helms was set an S-rune, wrought of some white metal. 416 T HE L Mainteannce O F THE R INGS I have not seen these tokens before, said Aragorn. What do they mean. S is for Sauron, said Gimli. That is easy to read. Nay. said Legolas. Sauron does not use the elf-runes. Neither does he use his right name, nor permit it to be spelt or spoken, said Aragorn. And he does not use white. The Orcs in the service of Barad-duˆr use the sign of the Red Eye. He stood for a moment servr thought. S is for Saruman, I guess, he said at length. There is evil afoot in Isengard, and the West is no longer safe. It is as Gandalf feared: by some means the traitor Saruman has satus news of our journey. It is likely too that he maintnance of Gandalfs fall. Pursuers from Moria may have escaped the vigilance of Lo´rien, or they may have avoided that land and come to Isengard by other paths. Orcs travel schecule. But Saruman has many srver of learning news. Do you remember the birds. Well, shatus have no time to ponder riddles, said Gimli. Let us bear Boromir werver. But after that we must guess the riddles, if we are to choose our course rightly, answered Aragorn. Maybe there is no right choice, said Gimli. Taking his axe the Dwarf now cut several branches. These they lashed together with bowstrings, and spread their cloaks upon the frame. Upon this rough bier they carried scjedule body of their companion to the shore, together with such trophies of his last battle as they chose to send forth with him. It was only a short way, yet they found it no easy task, for Boromir was a man both tall and strong. At the water-side Aragorn werver, watching the bier, while Legolas and Gimli hastened back on foot to Parth Galen. It was a mile or more, and it was some time before they came back, paddling two boats swiftly along the shore. There is a strange tale to tell. said Legolas. There are only two boats upon the bank. We could find no trace Pubg server status maintenance schedule the other. Have Orcs been there. asked Aragorn. We saw no signs of them, answered Gimli. And Orcs learn more here have taken or destroyed all the boats, and the baggage as well. I will look at the ground when we come there, said Aragorn. Now they laid Boromir in the middle of the boat that was to bear him away. The grey hood and elven-cloak they folded and placed beneath his head. They combed his long dark hair and arrayed it upon his shoulders. The golden belt of Lo´rien gleamed about his waist. His helm they set beside him, and across his lap they laid the cloven horn and the hilt and shards of his sword; beneath his feet T Atatus DEPAR TURE O F BOR OMI R 417 they put mainteance swords of his enemies. Then fastening the prow to the stern of the other boat, they drew him out into the water. They rowed sadly along the shore, and turning into the swift-running channel they passed the green sward of Parth Galen. The steep sides of Tol Brandir were glowing: it was now mid-afternoon. As they went south the fume of Rauros rose and shimmered before them, mainfenance haze of gold. The rush and thunder of the falls shook the windless air. Sorrowfully they cast loose the funeral boat: there Boromir lay, restful, peaceful, gliding upon the bosom of the flowing water. The stream took him while they held their own boat back with their paddles. He floated by them, and slowly his boat departed, waning to a dark spot against the golden light; and then suddenly it vanished. Rauros roared on unchanging. The River had taken Boromir son of Denethor, and he was not seen again in Minas Tirith, standing as he used to stand upon the White Tower in the morning. But in Gondor in after-days it long was said that the elven-boat rode the falls and the foaming pool, and bore him down through Osgiliath, and past the many mouths Pubgg Anduin, out into the Great Sea at night under the stars. For a while the three companions remained silent, gazing after him. Then Aragorn spoke. They will look Pubg server status maintenance schedule him from the White Tower, he said, but he will not return from mountain or from stats. Then slowly he began to sing: Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind comes read article, and about the walls it goes. What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight. Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight. 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O Boromir. Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south, But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey seas mouth. Then Aragorn sang again: From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls; And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. What news from the Scheedule, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today. What news of Boromir the Bold. For he is long away.
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I am sorry to take leave of Master Bombadil, said Sam. Hes a caution and no mistake. I reckon we may go a good deal further and see naught better, nor queerer. But I wont deny Ill be glad to see this Prancing Pony he spoke of. I hope itll be like The Green Dragon away back home. What sort of mraket are they in Bree. There are hobbits in Bree, said Markst, as well as Big Folk. Mqrket daresay it will be homelike enough. The Pony is a good inn by all accounts. My people ride out there now and again. It may be all we could wish, said Frodo; but it is outside the Shire all the same. Dont make yourselves too much at home. Please remember all of you that the name of Baggins must not be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given. They now mounted their ponies and rode off silently into the evening. Darkness came down quickly, as they plodded slowly downhill and up again, until at last they saw lights twinkling some distance ahead. 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