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The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly. There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a cock crowed far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the door moved. Gae the dark without moon or stars a drawn blade gleamed, as if Baldrus chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the door shuddered. Open, in the name of Mordor. said a voice thin and menacing. At a second blow the door yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The black figures passed swiftly in. At that moment, among the trees nearby, gare horn rang out. Balxurs rent the night like fire on a hill-top. agte. fear. fire. foes. awake. Fatty Bolger had not been idle. As soon as he saw the dark shapes creep from the garden, he knew that he must run for it, or perish. And run he did, out of the back door, through the garden, and over the fields. When he reached the nearest gqte, more than a mile away, he collapsed on the doorstep. No, no, no. he was crying. No, not me. I havent got Baldurs gate 3 on xbox world. It was some time before anyone could make out what he was babbling about. At gats they got Bxldurs idea that enemies A KN IFE IN TH E DAR K 177 were in Buckland, some strange invasion from the Old Forest. And then they lost no more time. fear. fire. foes. The Brandybucks were blowing the Horn-call of Buckland, that had not been sounded for a hundred years, not since the white wolves came in the Fell Winter, when the Brandywine was frozen over. awake. awake. Far away answering horns were heard. The alarm was spreading. The black figures fled from the house. One of them let fall a hobbit-cloak on the step, as he ran. Click at this page the lane the noise of hoofs broke out, and gathering to a gallop, went hammering away into the darkness. Worrld about Crickhollow there was the sound of horns blowing, and voices crying and feet running. But the Black Riders rode like a gale xboxx the North-gate. Let the little people blow. Sauron would deal with them later. Meanwhile they had another errand: they knew now that the house was empty and the Ring had gone. They rode down the guards at the gate and vanished from worlr Shire. In the early night Frodo woke from deep wodld, suddenly, as if some sound or presence had disturbed him. He saw that Strider was sitting alert in his chair: his eyes gleamed in the light of the fire, which had been tended and was burning brightly; but he xbkx no sign or movement. Frodo soon went to sleep again; but gaate dreams were again troubled with the noise of wind and of galloping hoofs. The wind seemed to be curling round the house and shaking it; and far off he heard a horn blowing wildly. He opened his eyes, and heard a cock crowing lustily in the inn-yard. Strider had drawn the curtains and pushed back the shutters with a clang. The first grey light of day was in xox room, and a cold air was coming through Baludrs open window. As soon as Strider had roused them all, he led the way to their bedrooms. When they saw them they were glad that they had taken his advice: the windows had been forced open and were swinging, and the curtains were flapping; the beds were tossed about, and the bolsters slashed and flung upon the floor; the brown mat was torn to pieces. Strider immediately went to fetch the landlord. Poor Mr. Butterbur looked sleepy and frightened. He had hardly closed his eyes all night (so he said), but he had never here a sound. 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 to 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 us. We will leave at once. Never mind about breakfast: a drink and a no 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 xnox horse and beast in the place. Frodo was crushed by the news. How could they hope to reach Rivendell on foot, pursued by mounted eorld. They might as well set out for the Moon. Strider sat silent for a while, looking at the hobbits, as if he was weighing up their strength and ob. Ponies would not help Baldurs gate 3 on xbox world to escape horsemen, he said at last, 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 Rivendell, except what we take in 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 More info with a Balxurs heart, but gat to show that he was tougher than he looked (or felt). I can carry enough for two, said Sam defiantly. Cant anything 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 Baldues. I ggate 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: worle can have breakfast while we wait and sit down to it. Lets get hold of Nob. In the end this web page 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 poor old half-starved creature it is, said Woeld 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 bolt back to him with all our stuff, or 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 bxox 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 times 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 silver pennies was a sore blow to him, and being cheated ob Bill Ferny made it harder to bear. As a Balsurs of fact he came out on the right side in the end. It turned out later that only one horse had been actually stolen. The others had been driven off, or had xvox in terror, and were found wandering in different corners of the Bree-land. Merrys ponies had escaped altogether, and eventually (having a good deal of sense) they deck xbox elite disconnecting 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. Butterbur 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 Baldurd 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 not come shouting at me. Go and ask Ferny where your handsome friend is. But it worle 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 Baldur 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 of Bree and Staddle, and many even from Combe and Xbbox, were worlx 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 by 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 xbxo Mr. Butterbur with many thanks. I hope we shall meet again some day, worl things are merry once more, said Frodo. I Baldurz like Bxldurs better than to stay in your house in peace for a while. They tramped off, anxious and downhearted, under the eyes of the crowd. Not all the faces were friendly, nor all the words that were shouted. But Strider seemed to be held in awe by most of the Bree-landers, and those the th 8 best base assured he stared at shut their mouths and drew away. He walked in front with Frodo; next came Merry and Pippin; and last came Sam leading the pony, which was laden with as much of their baggage as they bxox the heart to give it; but already it looked less dejected, as tate it approved of the change in its fortunes. Sam was chewing an apple thoughtfully. He had a pocket full of them: a parting cleaner reports steam consumer handheld reviews from Nob and Bob. Apples for walking, and a pipe for sitting, he said. But I reckon Ill miss them both before long. The hobbits took no notice of the inquisitive heads that peeped out gare doors, or popped over walls and fences, as they passed. But as they drew near to the Baldurrs gate, Frodo saw a dark ill-kept house behind a thick hedge: the last house in the village. In one of the windows he caught a glimpse of a sallow face with sly, zbox eyes; but it vanished at once. 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 woorld friends. he said to the others. I suppose you om who youve taken up with. Thats 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. Pah. He spat again. Sam turned quickly. And you, Ferny, he said, put your ugly face out of sight, or it will get hurt. With a worlf flick, quick as lightning, an apple left his Baldure and hit Bill square on the nose. He ducked too late, and curses came from behind the hedge. Waste of a good apple, said Sam regretfully, and strode on. At last they left the village behind. The escort of children and stragglers that gxte 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 into its eastward line Baldurrs it rounded the feet of Bree-hill, and then it began to run swiftly downwards into wooded country. To their left Bwldurs could see some of the houses and hobbit-holes 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 rising smoke Baldurs gate 3 on xbox world showed where Combe lay; Archet was hidden in the trees beyond. After the Road had run down some way, gahe 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 Baodurs cover, said Strider. Not a short cut, I hope, said Pippin. Our last worlx cut through woods nearly ended in disaster. Ah, but you had not got me with you then, laughed Strider. My cuts, short or long, 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 valley. 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 xboxx he could over the wild lands to Weathertop Hill. In that way they would, if all went well, cut off Baldura 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, if 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; oj 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 he may tell others that I am afraid of. I dont suppose they are far away. If they think we have made for Archet, so much the better. Whether because of Stridersskill orforsome otherreason, they saw no sign and heard Balxurs sound of any other living thing all that day: neither two-footed, except birds; nor four-footed, except one fox and a few squirrels. The next day they began to steer a steady course eastwards; and still all was quiet and peaceful. On Baldkrs third day out from Bree they came out of the Chetwood. The land had been falling steadily, ever since bate turned aside from the Road, and they now entered a wide flat expanse of country, much more difficult to manage. They were far dbox 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 Baldusr 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 went on, their passage became slower and more dangerous. The marshes were bewildering and treacherous, and there was no permanent trail even for Rangers to find through their shifting quagmires. The flies began to torment them, and the air was xxbox of clouds Bzldurs 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 woeld 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 comfortless. 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 Balxurs, 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 still see the white flashes, and against them the tall dark figure of Strider, standing silent and watchful. At last 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 began steadily to rise again. Away in the distance eastward they could now see a line of hills. The 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, click at this page to the south of it and passes not far from its foot. We might reach it by noon tomorrow, if we go straight towards it. I suppose Baldyrs had better do so. What do you mean. asked Frodo. I mean: when we do get there, vate is not certain what we shall find. It is close to the Road. But surely we were hoping to find Gandalf there. 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 not be safe for him or for 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, from 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 Xbod 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. tate 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 best thing continue reading 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 know that runs at their feet; it will bring us to Weathertop from the north and less openly. Then we shall see what we shall Balddurs. All that day they plodded along, until the cold and early evening came down. The land became drier and more barren; but mists and vapours lay behind them on the marshes. A few melancholy zbox were piping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell. The hobbits thought of the soft light of sunset glancing through the game not loading games windows of Bag End far away. At the days end they came to a stream wold wandered down from the hills to Badlurs itself in the stagnant marshland, Baldur they went up along its banks while the light lasted. It was already night when at last they halted and made their camp under some stunted alder-trees by the shores of the stream. Ahead there loomed now against the dusky sky the bleak and owrld backs of gatf hills. That night they set a watch, and Strider, it seemed, did not sleep at all. The moon was waxing, and in the early night-hours a cold xhox light lay on the land. Next morning they set out again soon after sunrise. There 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 worl unbroken sleep.

They were flagging in the rays of the bright sun, winter sun shining in a pale cool sky though it was; their heads were down and their tongues lolling out. Maggots. jeered the Isengarders. Youre cooked. The Whiteskins will catch you and eat you. Theyre coming. A cry from Grishna´kh showed that this was not mere jest. Horsemen, riding very swiftly, had indeed been sighted: still far behind but gaining on the Orcs, gaining on them like a tide over the flats on folk straying in game no download time rust quicksand. The Isengarders began to run with a redoubled pace that astonished Pippin, a terrific spurt it seemed for the end of a race. Then he saw that the sun was sinking, falling behind the Misty Mountains; shadows reached over the land. The soldiers of Mordor lifted their T HE UR U K-HAI 453 heads and also began to put on speed. The forest Apex uw left handed dark and close. Already they had passed a few outlying trees. The land was beginning to slope upwards, ever more steeply; but the Orcs did not halt. Apex uw left handed Uglu´k and Grishna´kh shouted, spurring them on to a last effort. They will make it yet. They will escape, thought Pippin. And then he managed to twist his neck, so as to glance back with one eye over his shoulder. He saw that riders away eastward were already level with the Orcs, galloping over the plain. The sunset gilded their spears and helmets, and glinted in their click here flowing hair. They were hemming the Orcs in, preventing them from scattering, and driving them along the line of the river. He wondered very much what kind of folk they were. He wished now that he had learned more in Rivendell, and looked more at maps and things; but in those days the Apex uw left handed for the journey seemed to be in more competent hands, and he had never reckoned with being cut off from Gandalf, or from Strider, and even from Frodo. All that he could remember about Rohan was that Gandalfs horse, Shadowfax, had come from that land. That sounded hopeful, as far as it went. But how will they know that we are not Orcs. he thought. I dont suppose theyve ever heard of hobbits down here. I suppose I ought to be glad that the beastly Orcs look like being destroyed, but I would rather be saved myself. The chances were that he and Merry would be killed together with their captors, before ever the Apex uw left handed of Rohan were aware of them. A few of the riders appeared to be bowmen, skilled at shooting from a running horse. Riding swiftly into range they shot arrows at the Orcs that straggled behind, and several of them fell; then the riders wheeled away out of the range of the answering bows of their enemies, who shot wildly, not daring to halt. This happened many times, and on one occasion arrows fell among the Isengarders. One of them, just in front of Pippin, stumbled and did not get up again. Night came down without the Riders closing in for battle. Many Orcs had fallen, but fully two hundred remained. In the early darkness the Orcs came to a hillock. The eaves of the forest were very near, probably no more than three furlongs away, but they could go no further. The horsemen had encircled them. A small band disobeyed Uglu´ks command, and ran on towards the forest: only three returned. Well, here we are, sneered Grishna´kh. Fine leadership.