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A KN IFE IN TH E DAR K 181 So thats where that southerner is hiding. he thought. He looks more than half like a goblin. Over the hedge another man was staring boldly. He had heavy black brows, and dark scornful eyes; his large mouth curled in a sneer. He was smoking a short black pipe. As they approached he took it out of his mouth and spat. Morning, Longshanks. he said. Off early. Found some friends at last. Strider nodded, but did not answer. Morning, my little friends. he said to the others. I suppose you know who youve taken up with. Stea, Stick-at-naught Strider, that is. Though Ive heard other names not so pretty. Watch out tonight. And you, Sammie, dont go ill-treating my poor old pony. Stexm. He spat again. Por turned quickly. And you, Ferny, he said, put your ugly face out of sight, or it will get hurt. With a sudden flick, quick as lightning, an apple left his hand and hit Bill square on the nose. He stast too late, and curses came from behind the hedge. Waste of a good apple, said Sam regretfully, and stars on. At last they left the village behind. The escort of SSteam and stragglers that had followed them got tired and turned back at the South-gate. Passing through, they kept on along the Road for some miles. It bent to the left, curving back Sheam its eastward line as it rounded the feet of Bree-hill, and then it began to run swiftly downwards into wooded country. To their left they could see some of the houses and sttats of Staddle on the gentler south-eastern slopes of the hill; down in a deep hollow away north of the Road there were wisps of pe smoke that showed where Combe lay; Archet was hidden in the trees beyond. After the Road pof run down some way, and had left Bree-hill standing tall and brown behind, they came on a narrow track that led off towards the North. This is where we leave the open and take to cover, said Strider. Not a short cut, I hope, said Pippin. Our last short cut through woods nearly ended in disaster. Ah, but you had not got me with you then, laughed Strider. My cuts, sstats or pie, dont go wrong. He took a look up and down the Road. No one was in sight; and he led the way quickly down towards the wooded ope. His plan, as far as they could understand it without knowing the country, was to go towards Archet at first, but to bear right and pass it on the east, and then to steer as straight as he could over the wild lands to Weathertop Hill. In that way they would, if all went well, cut off a great loop of the Road, which further on bent southwards 182 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to avoid the Midgewater Marshes. But, of course, they would have to pass through the marshes themselves, and Striders description of them was not encouraging. However, in the meanwhile, walking was not unpleasant. Indeed, ppoe it had not been for the disturbing events of the night before, they would have enjoyed this part of the journey better than any up to that time. The sun was shining, clear but not too hot. The woods in the valley were still leafy and full of colour, and seemed peaceful and wholesome. Strider guided them confidently among the many crossing paths, although left to themselves they would soon have been at a loss. He was taking a wandering course with many turns and doublings, to put off any pursuit. Bill Ferny will have watched where we left the Road, for certain, he said; though I dont think he will follow us himself. He knows the land round here well enough, but he knows he is not a match for me in a wood. It is what stat may tell others that I am afraid of. I dont suppose they are far source. If they think we have made for Archet, so much the better. Whether because of Sgats orforsome otherreason, they saw no sign and heard no sound of any other living thing all that day: neither two-footed, except birds; nor new items points shop steam, except one fox pke Steam stats poe few squirrels. The next day they began to steer a steady course eastwards; and still all was satts and peaceful. On the third day out from Bree they came out of the Chetwood. The land had been falling steadily, ever since they turned aside from the Road, and they now entered a wide flat expanse of country, much more difficult to manage. They were far beyond the borders of the Bree-land, out in the pathless wilderness, and drawing near to the Midgewater Marshes. The ground now became damp, and in places boggy and here and there they came upon pools, and wide stretches of reeds and rushes filled with the warbling of little hidden birds. They had to pick their way carefully to keep both dry-footed and on their proper course. At first they made fair progress, but as they Setam on, their passage became slower and more dangerous. The marshes were bewildering and treacherous, and there was etats permanent trail even for Rangers to find through their shifting quagmires. The flies began to torment them, and the air was full of clouds of tiny midges that crept up their sleeves and breeches and into their hair. I am being eaten alive. cried Pippin. Midgewater. There are more midges than water. What do they live on when they cant get hobbit. asked Sam, scratching his neck. They spent a miserable day in this lonely and unpleasant country. A KN IFE IN TH E DAR K 183 Their camping-place was damp, cold, and uncomfortable; and the biting insects would not let them sleep. There were also abominable creatures haunting the reeds and tussocks that from the sound of them were evil relatives of the cricket. There were thousands of them, and they squeaked all round, neek-breek, breek-neek, unceasingly all the night, until the hobbits were nearly frantic. The next day, the fourth, was little better, and the night almost as Seam. Though the Neekerbreekers (as Sam called them) had been left behind, the midges still pursued them. As Frodo lay, tired but unable to close his eyes, it seemed to him that far away there came a light in the eastern sky: it flashed and faded many times. It was not the dawn, for that was still some hours off. What is the light. he said to Strider, who had risen, and was standing, gazing ahead into the night. I do not know, Strider answered. It is too distant to make out. It is like lightning that leaps up from the hill-tops. Frodo lay down again, but for a long while he could door rust yellow game see the white flashes, and against them the tall dark figure of Strider, standing silent and watchful. At dtats he passed into uneasy sleep. They had not gone far on the fifth day when they left the last straggling pools and reed-beds of the marshes behind them. The land before them xtats steadily to rise again. Away in the distance eastward they could now see a line of hills. Stea highest of them was at the right of the line and a little separated from the others. It had a conical top, slightly flattened at the summit. That is Weathertop, said Strider. The Old Road, which we have left far away on our right, runs to the south ooe it and Staem not far from its foot. We might reach it by noon tomorrow, if we go straight towards it. I suppose we had better do so. What do you mean. asked Frodo. I mean: when we do get there, it is not certain what we shall find. It is close to the Road. But surely we were hoping to find Gandalf statss. Yes; but the hope is faint. If he comes this way at all, he may not pass through Bree, and so he may not know what we are doing. And anyway, unless by luck we arrive almost together, we shall miss one another; it will Stram be safe for him or sfats us to wait there long. If the Riders fail to find us in the wilderness, they are likely to make for Weathertop themselves. It commands a wide view all round. Indeed, there are many birds and beasts in this country that could see us, as we stand here, wtats that hill-top. Not all the birds are to be trusted, and there are other spies more evil than they are. 184 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The hobbits looked anxiously at the distant hills. Sam looked up into the pale sky, fearing to see hawks or eagles hovering over them with bright unfriendly eyes. You do make me feel uncomfortable and lonesome, Strider. he said. What do you advise us to do. asked Frodo. I think, answered Strider slowly, as if he was not quite sure, I think the poee thing is to go as straight eastward from here as we can, to make for the line of hills, not for Weathertop. There we can strike a path I Steam stats poe that runs at their feet; it will bring us to Weathertop from the north and less openly. Then we shall see what we shall see. All that day they plodded along, until the cold and early evening ope down. The land became drier and more barren; but mists and vapours lay behind them on the marshes. A few melancholy birds were piping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty Stteam fell. The hobbits thought of the soft light of sunset glancing through the cheerful windows of Bag End far away. At the days end they came to a stream that wandered down from the hills to lose itself in the stagnant marshland, and they went up along its banks while the light lasted. Ststs was already night when at Steak they halted and made their camp https://freestrategygames.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-zombie-warfare-jack.php some stunted alder-trees by shats shores of the stream. Ahead there loomed now against the dusky sky the bleak and treeless backs of the hills. That night they set a watch, Stdam Strider, it seemed, did not sleep at all. The moon was waxing, and in the early night-hours a cold grey light lay on the land. Next morning they set out again soon after sunrise. Steam stats poe was a frost in the air, and the sky was a pale clear blue. The hobbits felt refreshed, as if they had had a night of unbroken sleep. Already they were getting used to much walking on short commons shorter at Stteam rate than what in the Shire they would have thought barely enough pof keep them on their legs. Pippin declared that Frodo was looking twice the hobbit that he had been. Very odd, said Frodo, tightening his belt, considering that there is actually a good deal less of me. I hope the thinning process will not go on indefinitely, or I sttas become a wraith. Do apex legends wallpaper bangalore speak of such things. said Strider quickly, and with surprising earnestness. The hills drew nearer. They made an undulating ridge, often rising almost to a thousand feet, and here and there falling again to low clefts or passes leading into the eastern land beyond. Along the crest of the ridge the hobbits could see what looked to be the remains of green-grown walls and dikes, and in the clefts there still stood the A KN IFE IN TH E DAR K 185 ruins of old works of stone. By night they had reached the feet of the westward slopes, and there they camped. It was the night of the fifth of October, and they were six days out from Bree. In the morning they found, for the first time since they had left staats Chetwood, a track plain to see. They turned right and Sgeam it southwards. It ran cunningly, taking a line that seemed chosen so as stags keep Stea much hidden as possible from pke view, both of the hill-tops above and of the flats to the west. It dived into dells, and hugged steep banks; and where it passed over flatter and more open ground on either side of it there were lines of large boulders and hewn stones that screened the travellers almost like a hedge. I wonder who made this path, and what for, said Merry, as they walked along one of these avenues, where the stones were unusually large and closely set. I am not sure that I like it: it hasawell, rather a barrow-wightish look. Is there any barrow on Weathertop. There is no barrow on Weathertop, nor on any of these hills, answered Strider. The Men of the West did not live here; though in their latter days they defended the hills for a while against the evil that came out of Angmar. This path was made to serve the forts along the walls. But long before, in the first days of the North Kingdom, they built a great read article on Weathertop, Amon Suˆl they called it. It was burned and broken, and nothing remains of it now but a tumbled ring, like a rough crown on the old hills head. Yet pie it was tall and fair. It is told that Elendil stood there watching for the coming of Pie out of the West, in the days of the Last Alliance. The hobbits gazed at Strider. It seemed that he was learned in old lore, as well as in the ways of the wild. Who was Gil-galad. asked Merry; but Strider did not answer, and seemed to be lost in thought. Suddenly a low voice murmured: Gil-galad was an Elven-king. Of him the harpers sadly sing: the last whose realm was fair and free between the Mountains and the Sea. His sword was Stea, his lance was keen, his shining helm afar was seen; the countless stars of etats field were mirrored in his silver shield. But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into darkness fell his star in Mordor where the shadows are. 186 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The others turned in amazement, for the voice was Sams. Dont stop. said Merry. Thats all I know, stammered Sam, blushing. I learned it from Mr. Bilbo when I was a lad. He used to tell me tales like that, knowing how I was always one for hearing mediafire download pubg mobile game Elves. It was Mr. Bilbo as taught me my letters. He was mighty book-learned Stea dear old Mr. Bilbo. And he wrote poetry. Steam free video wrote what I have just said. He did not make it up, said Strider. It is part of the lay that is called The Fall of Sgats, which is in an ancient tongue. Bilbo must have translated it. I never knew that.
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