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I told no lies, and of the truth all I could, said Frodo. I do not blame you, said Faramir. You spoke with skill in a hard place, and wisely, it seemed to me. But I learned or guessed more from you than your words said. You were not friendly with Boromir, or you did not part in friendship. You, and Master Samwise, too, I guess have some grievance. Now I loved him dearly, and would gladly avenge his death, yet I knew him well. Isildurs Bane I would hazard that Isildurs Bane lay between you and was a cause of contention in your Company. Clearly it is a mighty heirloom of some sort, and such currrent do not breed peace among confederates, not if aught may be learned from ancient tales. Do I not hit near the mark. Near, said Frodo, but not in the gold. There was no contention in our Company, though there was doubt: doubt which way we should take from the Emyn Muil. But be that as it may, ancient playets teach us also srats peril of rash words concerning such things as heirlooms. Ah, then it is as I thought: your trouble was with Boromir alone. He wished this thing brought to Minas Tirith. Alas. it is a crooked near duty call of me names that seals your lips who saw him last, and holds from me that which I long to know: what was in his heart and thought in his latest hours. Whether he erred or no, of this I am sure: he died well, achieving some good thing. His face was more beautiful even than in life. But, Frodo, I pressed you hard at first about Isildurs Bane. Forgive me. It was unwise in such an hour and click the following article. I had not had time for thought. We had had a hard fight, and there was more than enough to fill my mind. But even as I spoke with you, I drew nearer to the mark, and so deliberately shot wider. For you must know that much 670 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS is still preserved of ancient lore among the Rulers of the city that is not spread abroad. We of my house are not of the line of Elendil, though the blood of Nu´menor plajers in us. For we reckon back our line to Mardil, the good steward, who ruled in the kings stead when he went away to war. And that was King Ea¨rnur, last of the line of Ana´rion, and childless, and he came never back. And the stewards have governed the city since that day, though it was many generations curtent Men ago. And this I remember of Boromir as a boy, when we together learned the tale of our Stdam and the history of our city, that always it displeased him that his father was not king. How many hundreds of years needs it to make a steward a king, if the king returns not. he asked. Few years, maybe, in other places of less royalty, my father answered. In Gondor ten thousand years would not suffice. Alas. poor Boromir. Does that not tell you something of him. It does, said Frodo. Yet always he treated Aragorn with honour. I doubt it not, said Faramir. If he were satisfied of Aragorns claim, as you say, he would greatly reverence him. But the pinch had not yet come. They had not yet reached Minas Tirith or become rivals in her wars. But I stray. We in the house of Denethor know much ancient lore by long tradition, and there are moreover in our treasuries many things preserved: books and tablets writ on withered parchments, yea, and on stone, and on leaves of silver and of gold, in divers characters. Some none can now read; and for playerd rest, few ever unlock them. I can read a little in them, for I have had teaching. It was these records that brought the Grey Pilgrim to us. I first saw him when I was a child, and he has been twice or thrice since then. The Grey Pilgrim. said Frodo. Had he a name. Mithrandir we called him in elf-fashion, said Faramir, and he was content. Many are my names in many countries, he said. Mithrandir among the Elves, Tharkuˆn to the Dwarves; Olo´rin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten, in the South Inca´nus, in palyers North Gandalf; to the East I go not. Gandalf. said Frodo. I thought it was he. Gandalf the Grey, dearest of counsellors. Leader of our Company. He was atats in Moria. Mithrandir was lost. said Faramir. An evil fate seems to have pursued your fellowship. It is hard indeed to believe that one of so great wisdom, and of power for many wonderful things he did among us could perish, and so much lore be taken from the world. Are you sure of this, and that he did not just leave you and depart where he would. Alas. yes, said Frodo. I saw him fall into the abyss. T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 671 I see that there sgats some great tale of dread in this, said Faramir, which perhaps you may tell me in the evening-time. This Mithrandir was, I now guess, more than a satts a great mover of the deeds that are done in our time. Had he been among us to consult concerning stas hard words of our dream, he could have made them clear to us without need of messenger. Yet, maybe, he would not have done so, and the journey of Boromir was doomed. Mithrandir never spoke to us of what was to be, nor did he reveal his purposes. He got leave of Denethor, how I do not know, to look at the secrets of our treasury, and I learned a little of him, when he would teach (and that was seldom). Ever he would search and would question us above all else concerning the Great Battle that was fought upon Dagorlad in the beginning of Gondor, when He whom we do not name was overthrown. And he was eager for stories of Isildur, though of him we had less to tell; for nothing certain was ever known among us of his end. Now Faramirs voice sank to a whisper. But this much I learned, or guessed, and I have kept it ever secret in my heart since: that Isildur took somewhat from the hand of the Unnamed, ere he went away from Gondor, never to be seen among mortal men again. Here I thought was the answer to Mithrandirs questioning. But it seemed then a matter Sfeam concerned only the seekers after ancient learning. Nor when the riddling words of our dream were debated among us, did I think of Isildurs Bane as being this same thing. For Isildur was Setam and slain by orc-arrows, according to the only legend that we knew, and Mithrandir had never told me more. What in truth this Thing is I cannot yet guess; but some heirloom of power and peril it must be. A fell weapon, perchance, devised by the Dark Lord. If it were a thing that gave advantage in battle, I can well believe that Boromir, the proud and fearless, often rash, ever anxious for the victory of Minas Tirith (and his own glory therein), might Sheam such a thing and be allured by it. Alas that ever he went on that errand. I should have been chosen by my father and the elders, but he put himself forward, as being the older and the hardier (both true), and he would not be stayed. But fear no more. I would not take this thing, if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory. No, I do not wish for such triumphs, Frodo son of Drogo. Neither did the Council, said Frodo. Nor do I. I would have nothing to do with such matters. For myself, said Faramir, I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high 672 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: currnet a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, sats we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Nu´menor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise. So fear me not. I do not ask you to tell me more. I do not even ask you to tell me whether I now speak nearer the mark. But if you will trust me, it may be that I can advise Sfeam in pubg game download vn present quest, whatever that be yes, and even aid you. Frodo made no answer. Almost he yielded to the desire for help and counsel, to tell currwnt grave young man, whose words seemed so wise and fair, all that was in his mind. But something held him back. His heart was heavy with fear and sorrow: if he and Sam were indeed, as seemed likely, all that was now left of the Nine Walkers, then he was in sole command of the secret of their errand. Better mistrust undeserved than rash words. And the memory of Boromir, of the dreadful change that the lure of the Ring had worked in him, was very present to his mind, when he looked playres Faramir and listened to his voice: unlike they were, and yet also much akin. They walked on in silence for a while, passing like grey and green shadows under the old trees, their feet making no sound; above them many birds sang, and the sun glistened on the polished roof of dark leaves in the evergreen woods of Ithilien. Sam had taken no part in the conversation, though he had listened; and at the same time he had attended with his keen hobbit ears to all the soft woodland noises about them. One thing he had noted, that in all the talk the name of Gollum had not once come up. He was glad, though he felt that it was too much to hope that he would never hear it again. He soon became aware also that though they walked alone, there were many men close at hand: not only Damrod and Mablung flitting in and out of the shadows ahead, but others on either side, all making their swift secret way to some appointed place. Once, playets suddenly back, as if some prickle of the skin told him that he was watched from behind, he thought he caught a brief glimpse of a small dark shape slipping behind a tree-trunk. He opened his mouth to speak and shut it again. Im not sure of it, he said to himself, and why should I remind them of the old villain, if they playeds to forget him. I wish I could. T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 673 So they passed on, until the woodlands grew thinner and the land began to fall more steeply. Then they turned aside again, to the right, and came quickly to a small river in a narrow gorge: it was the same stream that trickled far above out of the round pool, now grown to a swift torrent, leaping down over many stones in a deep-cloven bed, overhung with ilex and dark box-woods. Looking west they could see, below them in a haze of light, lowlands and broad meads, and glinting far off in the westering sun the wide waters of the Anduin. Here, alas. I must do you a discourtesy, said Faramir. I hope you will pardon it to one who has so far made his orders give way to courtesy as not to slay you or to bind you. But it is a command that no stranger, not even one of Rohan that fights with us, shall see the path we now go with open eyes. I must blindfold you. As you will, said Frodo. Even the Elves do likewise at need, and blindfolded we crossed the borders of fair Lothlo´rien. Gimli the dwarf took it ill, but the hobbits endured it. It is to no place so fair that I shall lead you, said Faramir. But I am glad that you will take this willingly and not by force. He called softly and immediately Mablung and Damrod stepped out of the trees and came back to him. Blindfold these guests, said Faramir. Securely, but not so as to discomfort them. Do not tie their hands. They will give their word not to try and see. I could trust them to shut their eyes of their own accord, but eyes will blink, if the feet stumble. Lead them so that they do not falter. With green scarves the two guards now bound up the hobbits eyes, and drew their hoods down almost to their mouths; then quickly they took each one by the hand and went on their way. All that Frodo and Sam knew of this last mile of the road they learned from guessing in the dark. After a little they found that they were on a path descending steeply; soon it grew so narrow that they went in single file, brushing a stony wall on either side; their guards steered them from behind with hands laid firmly on their shoulders. Now and again they came to rough places and were lifted from their feet for a while, and then set down again. Always the noise of the running water was on their right hand, and it grew nearer and louder. At length they were halted. Quickly Mablung and Damrod turned them about, several times, and they lost all sense of direction. They climbed upwards a little: it seemed cold and the noise of the stream had become faint. Then they were picked up and carried down, down many steps, and round a corner. Suddenly they heard the water again, loud android 1.6 télécharger strike counter, rushing and splashing. All round them it seemed, and they felt a fine rain on their hands and cheeks. At last they were set Staem their feet once more. For a moment they stood so, half fearful, blindfold, not knowing where they were; and no one spoke. 674 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Then came the voice of Faramir close behind. Let them see. he said. The scarves were removed and their hoods drawn back, and they blinked and gasped. They stood on a wet floor of polished stone, the doorstep, as it were, of a rough-hewn gate of rock opening dark behind them. But in front a thin veil of water was hung, so near that Frodo could have put an outstretched arm into it. It faced westward. The level shafts Steam current players stats the setting sun behind beat upon it, and the red light was broken into many flickering beams of ever-changing colour. It was as if they stood at the window of some elven-tower, curtained with threaded jewels of silver and gold, and ruby, sapphire and amethyst, all kindled with an unconsuming fire. At least by good chance we came at the right hour to reward you for your patience, said Faramir. This is the Window of the Sunset, Henneth Annuˆn, fairest of all the falls of Ithilien, land of many fountains. Few strangers have ever seen it. But there is no kingly hall behind to match it. Enter now and see. Even as he spoke the sun sank, and the fire faded in the flowing water. They turned and passed under the low forbidding arch. At once they found themselves in a rock-chamber, wide and rough, with an uneven stooping roof. A few torches were kindled and cast a statz light on the glistening walls. Many men were already there. Others were still coming in by twos and threes through a dark narrow door on one side. As their eyes grew accustomed to the Steam current players stats the hobbits saw that the cave was larger than they had guessed and was filled with great store of arms and victuals. Well, here is our refuge, said Faramir. Not a place of great ease, but here you may pass the night in peace. It is dry at least, and there is food, though no fire. At one time the water flowed down through this cave and out of the arch, but its course was changed further up the gorge, by workmen of old, and the stream sent down in a fall of doubled height over the rocks Stdam above. All the ways into this grot were then sealed against the entry of water or aught else, all save one. There are now but two ways out: that passage yonder by which you entered blindfold, and through the Window-curtain into a deep bowl filled with knives of stone. Now rest a while, until cyrrent evening meal is set. The hobbits were taken to a corner and given a low bed to lie on, if they wished. Meanwhile men busied themselves about the cave, quietly and in orderly quickness. Light tables were taken from the walls and set up on trestles and laden with gear. This was plain and unadorned for the most part, but all well and fairly made: round T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 675 platters, bowls and dishes of glazed brown clay or turned box-wood, smooth and clean. Here and there was a cup or basin of polished bronze; and a goblet of plain silver was set by the Captains seat in the middle of the inmost table. Faramir went about among the men, questioning each as he came in, in a soft voice. Some came back from the pursuit of the Southrons; others, left behind as scouts near the road, came in latest. All the Southrons had been accounted for, save only the playsrs muˆmak: what happened to him none could say. Of the enemy no movement could be seen; not even an orc-spy stags abroad. You saw and heard nothing, Anborn. Faramir asked of the latest comer. Well, no, lord, said the man. No Orc at least. But I saw, or thought I saw, something a little strange. It curgent getting deep dusk, when the eyes make things greater than they should be. So perhaps it may have been no more than a squirrel. Sam pricked up his ears at this. Yet if so, it was a black squirrel, and I saw no tail. Twas like a shadow on the ground, and it whisked behind a tree-trunk when I drew nigh and went up aloft as swift as any squirrel could. You will not have us slay wild beasts for no purpose, and it seemed no more, so I tried no arrow. It was too dark Stsam sure shooting anyway, and the creature was gone into the gloom of the leaves in a twinkling. But I stayed for a while, for it seemed strange, and then I hastened back. I thought I heard the thing hiss at me from high above as I turned away. A large squirrel, maybe. Perhaps under the shadow of the Unnamed some of the beasts of Mirkwood are wandering hither to our woods. Sats have black squirrels there, tis said. Perhaps, said Faramir. Playegs that would be an ill omen, if it were so. Steam current players stats do not want the escapes of Mirkwood in Ithilien. Sam fancied that he gave a swift glance towards the hobbits as he spoke; but Sam said nothing. For a while he and Frodo lay back and watched the torchlight, and the men moving to and fro speaking in hushed voices. Then suddenly Frodo fell asleep. Sam struggled with himself, arguing this way and that. He may be all curent, he thought, and then he may not. Fair speech may hide a foul heart. He yawned. I could sleep for a week, and Id be better for it. And what can I do, if I do keep awake, me all alone, and all these great Men about. Nothing, Sam Gamgee; but youve got to keep awake all the same. And somehow he managed it. The light faded from the cave door, and the grey veil of falling water grew dim and was lost in gathering shadow. Always the sound of the water went on, never changing its note, morning or evening or night. It murmured and whispered of sleep. Sam stuck his knuckles in his eyes. 676 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Now more torches were being lit. A cask of wine was broached. Storage barrels were being opened. Men were fetching water from the fall. Some were laving their hands in basins. A wide copper bowl and a white cloth were brought to Current and he washed. Wake our guests, he said, and take them water. It is time to eat. Frodo sat up and yawned and stretched. Sam, not used to being waited on, looked with some surprise at the tall man who bowed, holding a basin of water before him. Put it on the article source, master, if you please. he said. Easier for pllayers and you. Then to the astonishment and amusement of the Men he plunged his head into the cold water and splashed his neck and ears. Is it the custom in your land to wash the head before supper. said the man who waited on the hobbits. No, before breakfast, said Sam. But if youre short of sleep cold water on the necks like rain on a wilted lettuce. There. Now I can keep awake long enough to eat a bit. They were led then to seats beside Faramir: barrels covered with pelts and high enough above the benches of the Men for their convenience. Before they ate, Faramir and all his men turned and faced west in a moment of silence. Faramir signed to Frodo stast Sam that they should do likewise. So we always do, he said, as they sat down: we look towards Nu´menor that was, and beyond to Elvenhome that is, and to that which is beyond Elvenhome and will ever be. Have you no such custom at meat. No, said Frodo, feeling strangely rustic and untutored. But if we are guests, we bow to our host, and after we have eaten stat rise and thank him. That we do also, said Faramir. After so long journeying and camping, and days spent in the lonely wild, the evening meal seemed a feast to the hobbits: to drink pale yellow wine, cool and fragrant, and eat vurrent and butter, and salted meats, and dried fruits, and good red cheese, with clean hands Stezm clean knives and plates. Neither Frodo nor Sam refused anything that was offered, nor a second, nor indeed a third helping. The wine coursed in their veins and tired limbs, and they felt glad and easy of heart as they had not done since they left the land of Lo´rien. When all was done Faramir led them to Steam current players stats recess at the back of the cave, partly screened by curtains; and a chair and two stools were brought there. A little earthenware lamp burned in a niche. Here may soon desire Stean sleep, he said, and especially good Samwise, who link not close his eyes before he ate whether for fear T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 677 of blunting the edge of a noble hunger, or for fear of me, I do not know. But it is not good to sleep too soon after meat, and that following a fast. Let us talk a while. On your journey from Rivendell there must have been many things to tell. And you, too, Stfam perhaps wish to learn something of us and the lands where you now are. Tell me of Boromir my brother, and of old Mithrandir, and of the fair people of Lothlo´rien. Frodo no longer felt sleepy and he was willing to talk. But though the food and wine had put him at his ease, he had not lost all his caution. Sam was beaming and humming to himself, but when Frodo spoke he was at first content to listen, only occasionally venturing to make an exclamation of agreement. Frodo told many tales, yet always he steered the matter away from the quest of the Company and from the Ring, enlarging rather on the valiant part Boromir had played in all their adventures, with the wolves of the wild, in the snows under Caradhras, and in the mines of Moria where Sstats fell. Faramir was most moved by the story of the fight on the bridge. It must have irked Boromir to run from Orcs, he said, or even from the fell thing you name, the Balrog even though he was the last to leave. He was the last, said Frodo, but Aragorn was Steak to lead us. He alone knew the way after Gandalfs fall. But had there not been us https://freestrategygames.cloud/fallout/fallout-4-fusion-core-infinite.php folk to care for, I do not think that either he or Boromir would have fled. Maybe, it would have been better had Boromir fallen there with Mithrandir, said Faramir, and not gone on to the fate that waited above the falls of Rauros. Maybe. But tell xtats now of your own fortunes, said Frodo, turning the matter aside once again. For I would learn more of Minas Ithil and Osgiliath, and Minas Tirith the long-enduring. What hope have you for that city in your long war. What hope have we. said Faramir. It is long since we had any hope.

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