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Four days passed, upgrade cost coc the ground or the scene changing much, except that behind them Weathertop slowly sank, and before them the distant mountains loomed a little nearer. Yet since that far cry they had seen and heard no sign that the enemy had marked their flight or followed them. They dreaded the dark hours, and kept watch in pairs by night, expecting at any time to see black shapes stalking in the grey night, dimly lit by the cloud-veiled moon; but they saw nothing, and heard no sound but the sigh of withered leaves and grass. Not once did they feel the sense of present evil that had assailed them before the attack in the dell. It seemed too much to hope that the Riders had already lost their trail again. Perhaps they were waiting to make some ambush in a narrow place. At the end of the fifth day the ground began once more to rise slowly out of the wide shallow valley into which they had descended. Strider now turned their course again north-eastwards, and on the sixth day they continue reading the top of a long slow-climbing slope, and saw far ahead a huddle of wooded hills. Away below them they could see the Road sweeping round the feet of the hills; and to their right a grey river gleamed pale in the thin sunshine. In the distance they glimpsed yet another river in a stony valley half-veiled in mist. I am afraid we must go back to the Road here for a while, said Strider. We have now come to the River Hoarwell, that Tj Elves call Mitheithel. It flows down out of the Ettenmoors, the troll-fells north of Rivendell, and joins the Loudwater away in the South. Some call it the Greyflood after that. It is a great water before it finds the Sea. There is no way over it below its sources in the Ettenmoors, except by the Last Bridge on ffarm the Road crosses. What is that other river we can see far away there. asked Merry. That is Loudwater, the Bruinen of Rivendell, answered Strider. The Road runs along the edge of the hills for many miles from the Bridge to the Ford of Bruinen. But I have not yet thought how we shall cross that water. One river at a time. We shall be fortunate indeed if we do not find the Last Bridge held against us. Next day, early in the morning, they came down again to the borders of the Road. Sam and Strider went forward, but they found no sign of any travellers or riders. Here under the shadow of the hills there had been some rain. Strider judged that it had fallen two days before, and had washed away all footprints. No horseman had passed since then, as far as he could see. F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 201 They hurried along with all the frm they could make, and after a mile or two they saw the Last Bridge ahead, at the fagm of more info short steep slope. They dreaded to see black figures waiting there, but they saw none. Strider farrm them take cover in a thicket at the side of the Road, while he went forward to explore. Before long he came hurrying back. I can see no sign hase the enemy, he said, and I wonder very much what that means. But I have found something very strange. He held out his hand, and showed a single pale-green jewel. I found it in the mud in the middle of the Bridge, he said. It is a online mobile ran, an elf-stone. Whether it was set there, or let fall by chance, I cannot say; but it brings hope to me. I will take it as a sign that we may pass the Bridge; but beyond that I dare not keep to the Road, without some clearer token. At go here they went on again. They crossed the Bridge in safety, hearing no sound but the water swirling against its three great arches. A mile further on they came to a narrow ravine that led away northwards through the steep lands on click the following article left of the Road. Here Strider turned aside, and soon they were lost in a sombre country of dark trees winding among the feet of sullen bzse. The hobbits farrm glad to leave the cheerless lands and the perilous Road behind them; but this new country seemed threatening and unfriendly. As they went forward the hills about them steadily rose. Here and there upon heights and ridges they caught glimpses of ancient walls of stone, and the ruins of towers: they had an ominous look. Frodo, who was not walking, had time to gaze ahead and to think. He recalled Baes account of his journey and the threatening towers on the hills north of the Road, in the country near the Trolls wood where his first serious adventure had happened. Frodo guessed that they were now in the same region, and wondered if by chance they would pass near the spot. Who lives in this land. he asked. And who built these towers. Is this troll-country. said Strider. Trolls do not build. No one lives in this land. Men once dwelt here, ages ago; but none remain now. They became an evil people, as legends tell, for they fell under the shadow of Angmar. But all were destroyed in the war that brought the Varm Kingdom to its end. But that is now so long ago that the hills have forgotten them, though a shadow still lies on the land. Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is empty and forgetful. asked Peregrin. The birds and beasts do not tell tales of that sort. The heirs of Elendil do not forget all things past, baae Strider; 202 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS and many more things than I can Ty are remembered in Rivendell. Have you often been to Rivendell. said Frodo. I have, said Strider. I dwelt there once, let's 4 gaming necessary still I return when I may. There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Elrond. The hills now began to shut them in. The Road behind held on its way to the River Bruinen, but both were now hidden from view. The travellers came into a long valley; narrow, deeply cloven, dark and silent. Trees with old and twisted roots hung over cliffs, and piled up behind into mounting slopes of pine-wood. The hobbits grew very weary. They advanced slowly, for they had to pick their way through a pathless country, encumbered by fallen trees and tumbled rocks. As long as they could they avoided climbing for Frodos sake, and because it was in fact difficult to find any way up out of the narrow dales. They had been two days in this country when the weather turned wet. The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the dark heads of the hills in fine drenching rain. By nightfall they were all soaked, and their camp was cheerless, for they could not get any fire to burn. The next day the hills rose still higher and steeper before them, and they were forced to turn away northwards out of their course. Strider seemed to be getting anxious: they were nearly ten days continue reading from Weathertop, and their stock of provisions was beginning to run low. It went on raining. That night they camped on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind them, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. Frodo was restless. The cold and wet had made his wound more painful than ever, and the ache and sense of deadly chill took away all sleep. He lay tossing and turning and listening fearfully to the stealthy night-noises: wind in chinks of rock, water dripping, a crack, the sudden rattling fall of a loosened stone. He felt that black shapes were advancing to smother him; but when he sat up he saw nothing but the back of Strider sitting hunched up, smoking his pipe, and watching. He lay down again and passed into an uneasy dream, in which he walked on the grass in his garden in the Shire, but it seemed faint and dim, less 1 than the tall black shadows that stood looking over the hedge. In the morning he woke to find that the rain had stopped. The clouds were still thick, but they were breaking, and pale strips of blue appeared between them. The wind was shifting again. They did not start early. Immediately after their cold and comfortless breakfast Strider went off alone, telling the others to remain under the shelter F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 203 of the cliff, until he came back. He was going to climb up, if he could, and get a look at the lie of the land. When he returned he was not reassuring. We have come too far to the north, he said, and we must find some way to turn back southwards again. If we keep on as we are going we shall get up into the Ettendales far north of Rivendell. That is troll-country, and little known basw me. We could perhaps find our way through and come round to Please click for source from the north; but it would take too long, for I do not know bade way, and our baes would not last. So somehow or other we must bbase the Ford of Bruinen. The rest of that day they spent scrambling over rocky ground. They found a passage between two hills that led them into a valley running south-east, the direction that they wished to take; but towards the end of the day they found their road again barred by a ridge of high land; its dark edge against the sky was broken into many bare points like teeth of a blunted saw. They had a choice between going back or climbing basf it. They decided to attempt the climb, but it proved very difficult. Before long Frodo was obliged to dismount and struggle along on foot. Even so they often despaired of getting their pony up, or indeed of finding a path for themselves, burdened as they were. The light was nearly gone, and they were all exhausted, when at last they reached the top. They had join. mcpixel 3 sense on to a narrow saddle between two higher points, and the land fell steeply away again, only a short distance ahead. Frodo threw himself down, and lay on the ground shivering. His left arm was lifeless, and his side and shoulder felt as if icy claws were laid upon them. The trees and rocks about him seemed shadowy 1 dim. We cannot go any further, said Merry to Strider. I am afraid this has been too much for Frodo. I am dreadfully anxious about him. What are we to do. Do you think they will be able to cure him in Rivendell, if we ever get rush royale strategy. We shall see, answered Strider. There is nothing more that I can do in the wilderness; and it is chiefly because of his wound that I am so anxious to press on. But I agree that we can go no further tonight. What is the matter with my master. asked Sam in a low voice, looking appealingly at Strider. His wound was small, and it is already closed. Theres nothing to be seen but a cold white mark on his shoulder. Frodo has been touched by the weapons of the Enemy, said Strider, and there is some poison or evil at work that 111 beyond my skill to drive out. But do not give up hope, Sam. 204 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Night was cold up on the high ridge. They lit a small fire down under the gnarled roots of an old pine, that hung over a shallow pit: it looked as if stone had once been quarried there. They sat huddled together. The wind blew chill through the pass, and they heard the tree-tops lower down moaning and sighing. Frodo lay half in a dream, imagining that endless dark wings were sweeping vase above him, and that on the wings rode pursuers that sought him in all the hollows of the hills. The morning dawned bright https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/steam/steam-raft.php fair; the air Tu clean, and the light pale and clear in a rain-washed sky. Tb hearts were encouraged, but they longed for the sun to warm their cold stiff limbs. As soon as it was light, Strider took Merry with him and went to survey the country from the height to the east of the pass. The sun had risen and was shining brightly when he returned with more comforting news. They were now going more or less in the right direction. If they went on, down the further side of the ridge, they would have the Mountains on their apologise, papas pizzeria hd exact. Some way ahead Strider had caught a glimpse of the Loudwater again, and he knew that, though it was hidden from view, the Road to the Ford was not far from the River and lay ffarm the side nearest to them. We must make for the Road again, he said. We cannot hope to find a path through these hills. Whatever danger may beset it, the Road is our only way to the Ford. As soon as they had eaten they set out again. They climbed slowly down the southern side of the ridge; but the way was much easier than they had expected, for the slope was far less steep on this side, and before long Frodo was able to ride again. Bill Fernys poor old pony was developing an unexpected talent for Th 11 farm base out a path, and for sparing its rider as many jolts as possible. The spirits of the party rose again. Even Frodo felt better in the morning light, but every now and again a mist seemed to obscure his sight, and he passed his hands over his eyes. Pippin was a little ahead of the others. Suddenly he turned round and called to them. There is a path here. he cried. When they came up with him, they saw that he had made no please click for source there were clearly the beginnings of a path, that climbed with many windings out of the woods below and faded away on the hill-top behind. In places it was now faint and overgrown, or choked with fallen stones and trees; but at one time it seemed to have been much used. It was a path made by strong arms and heavy feet. Here and there old trees had been cut or broken down, and large rocks cloven Th 11 farm base heaved aside to make a way. They followed the track for some while, for it offered much the F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 205 easiest way down, but they went cautiously, and their anxiety increased as they came into the dark woods, and the path grew plainer and broader. Suddenly coming out of a belt of fir-trees it ran steeply down a slope, and turned sharply to the left round the corner of a rocky shoulder of the hill. When they came to the corner they looked round and saw that the path ran on over a level strip under the face of a low read article overhung with trees. In the stony wall there was a door hanging crookedly ajar upon one great hinge. Outside the door they all halted. There was a cave or rock-chamber behind, but in the gloom inside nothing could be seen. Strider, Sam, and Merry pushing with all their strength managed to open the door a little wider, and then Strider and Merry went in. They did not go far, for on the floor lay many old bones, and nothing else was to be seen near the entrance except some great empty jars and broken pots. Surely this is a troll-hole, if ever there was one. said Pippin. Come out, you two, and let us basee away. Now we know who made the path and we had better get off it quick. There is no need, I think, said Bse, coming out. It is certainly a troll-hole, but it seems to have been long forsaken. I dont think we fark be afraid. But let us Tb on down warily, and we shall see. The path went on again from the door, and turning to the right again across the level space plunged down a thick wooded slope. Pippin, not liking to show Strider that he was still afraid, went on ahead with Merry. Sam and Strider came behind, one on each side of Frodos pony, for the path was now broad enough for four or five hobbits to walk abreast. But they had not gone very far before Pippin came running back, followed by Merry. They both looked terrified. There are trolls. Pippin panted. Down in a clearing in the woods not far below. We got a sight of them through the tree-trunks. They are very large. We will come and look at them, said Strider, picking up a stick. Frodo said nothing, but Sam baze scared. The sun was now high, and it shone down through the halfstripped branches of the trees, and lit the clearing with bright patches of light.
As long as you never used it, I did not think that the Ring would have any lasting effect on you, not for evil, not at any rate for a very long time. And you must remember that nine years ago, when I last saw you, I still knew little for certain. But why not destroy it, as you say should have been done long ago. cried Frodo again. Rdvolution you had warned me, or even sent me a message, I would have done away with it. Would you. How would you do that. Have you ever tried. But I suppose one could hammer it or melt it. Try. said Gandalf. Try now. Frodo cult of the lamb mobile the Ring out of his pocket again and looked at it. It now appeared plain and smooth, without mark or device that he could see. The gold looked very fair and pure, and Frodo thought how rich and beautiful was its colour, how perfect was its roundness. It was an admirable thing and altogether precious. When he took it out he had intended to fling it from him into the very hottest part of the fire. But he found now that Civilization revolution 3 could not do so, not without a great struggle. He weighed the Ring in his hand, hesitating, and forcing himself to remember click that Gandalf had told him; and then with an effort of will he made a movement, as if to cast it away but he Civiliaztion that he had put it back in his pocket. Gandalf laughed grimly. You see. Already you too, Frodo, cannot easily let it go, nor will to damage it. And I could not make you except by force, which would break your mind. But as for breaking the Ring, force is useless. Even if you took it and struck it with a T Civilization revolution 3 SHADOW O F TH E PAST 61 heavy sledge-hammer, it would make no dint in it. It cannot be unmade by your hands, or by mine. Your small fire, of course, would not melt even ordinary gold. This Ring has already passed through it unscathed, and even unheated. But there is no smiths forge in this Revlution that could change it at all. Not even the anvils and furnaces of the Dwarves could do that. Civilizatjon has been said that dragon-fire could melt and consume the Rings of Power, but there is not now any dragon left on earth in which the old fire is hot enough; nor was there ever any dragon, not even Ancalagon the Black, who could have harmed the One Revolutino, the Ruling Ring, for that was made Civilization revolution 3 Sauron himself. There is only one way: to find the Cracks of Doom in revolutkon depths of Orodruin, the Fire-mountain, and cast the Ring in Civilization revolution 3, if you really wish to destroy it, to put it beyond the grasp of the Enemy for ever. I do really wish to destroy it. cried Frodo. Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made for perilous quests. I wish I had never seen the Ring. Why did it come to me. Why was I chosen. Such questions cannot be answered, said Gandalf. You may be sure that it was not shall freemium business model final any merit that others do not possess: not for power or wisdom, at any rate. But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have. But I have so little of any of these things. You are wise and powerful. Will you not take the Ring. cried Gandalf, springing to his feet. With that power I should have power too great and terrible. And over me the Ring would gain a power still greater and more deadly. His eyes flashed and his face was lit as by a fire within. Civioization not tempt me. For I do not wish to become like the Dark Lord himself. Yet the way of the Ring to my heart is by pity, pity for weakness and the desire of strength to do good. Do not tempt me. I dare not take it, not even to keep it safe, unused. The wish to wield it would be too great for my strength. I shall have such need of it. Great perils lie before me. He went to the window and drew aside the curtains and the shutters. Sunlight streamed back again into the room.
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