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All might be dead in the Tower of Cirith Ungol, but it was steeped in fear and evil still. At length they came to the door upon the outer court, and they halted. Even from where they stood they felt the malice of the T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L Bst Watchers beating on them, black silent shapes on either side of the gate through which the glare of Mordor dimly showed. As they threaded tu5 way learn more here the hideous bodies of the orcs each step became more difficult. Before they even reached the archway they were brought to a stand. To move an inch further was a pain and weariness to will and limb. Frodo had no strength for such a battle. He sank to the ground. I cant go on, Sam, he murmured. Im going to faint. I dont know whats come over baee. I do, Mr. Frodo. Hold up now. Its the gate. Theres some devilry there. But I got through, and Im going to get out. It basee be more dangerous than before. Now for it. Sam drew out the elven-glass of Galadriel again. As if to do honour to his hardihood, and to grace with splendour his faithful brown hobbit-hand that had done such deeds, the phial blazed forth suddenly, so that all the shadowy court was lit with a dazzling radiance like lightning; but it remained steady and did not pass. Gilthoniel, A Elbereth. Sam cried. For, why he basee not know, his thought coc version back suddenly to the EBst in the Shire, and the song that drove away the Black Rider in the trees. Aiya elenion ancalima. cried Frodo once again behind him. The will of the Watchers was broken with a suddenness like the snapping of a cord, and Frodo and Sam stumbled forward. Then they ran. Through the gate and past the great seated figures with their glittering eyes. There was a crack. Gase keystone of the arch crashed almost on their heels, and the wall above crumbled, and fell in ruin. Only by a hair did they escape. A bell clanged; and from the Watchers there went up a high and dreadful wail. Far up above in the darkness it was answered. Out of the black sky there came dropping like a bolt a winged shape, rending how clan castle your clouds with a ghastly shriek. Chapter 2 THE LAND O F SHADOW Sam had just wits enough left to Bet the phial back into his breast. Run, Mr. Frodo. he cried. No, not that way. Theres a sheer drop over the wall. Follow me. Down the road from the gate they fled. In fifty paces, with a swift bend round a jutting bastion of the cliff, it took them out of sight from the Tower. They had escaped for the moment. Cowering back against the rock they drew breath, and then they clutched at their hearts. Perching now on the wall beside the ruined gate the Nazguˆl sent out its deadly cries. All the cliffs echoed. In terror they stumbled on. Soon the road bent sharply eastward again and exposed them for a dreadful moment to view from the Tower. As they flitted across they basd back and saw the great black shape upon the battlement; then they plunged down between high rock-walls in a cutting that fell steeply to join the Morgul-road. They came to the way-meeting. There was bsae no sign of orcs, nor of an answer to the cry of the Nazguˆl; but they knew that the silence would not last long. At any moment now the hunt would begin. This wont do, Sam, said Frodo. If we were real orcs, we ought to be dashing back to the Tower, not running away. The th55 enemy we meet will know us. We must get off this Beet somehow. But we cant, said Sam, not without wings. The eastern faces of the Ephel Du´ ath were sheer, falling in cliff and precipice to the black trough that lay between them and the inner ridge. A short way beyond the way-meeting, after anothersteep incline, a flying bridge of stone leapt over the chasm and bore the road across into the tumbled slopes and glens of the Morgai. With a desperate spurt Frodo and Sam dashed along the bridge; but they had hardly reached its further end when they heard the hue and cry begin. Away fh5 them, nowhigh above on the baae theTower of Cirith Ungol, its stones glowing dully. Suddenly its harsh bell clanged again, and then broke into a shattering peal. Horns sounded. And now from beyond the bridge-end came answering rh5. Down in the dark trough, cut off from the dying glare of Orodruin, Frodo and Sam could notsee ahead, but already they heard the tramp of ironshod feet, and upon the road there rang the swift clatter of abse. Quick, Sam. Over we go. cried Frodo. They scrambled on to the low parapet of the bridge. Fortunately there was no longer any dread- T HE LAND O F SHAD OW 917 ful drop into the gulf, for the slopes of the Morgai had already risen almost to the level of the road; but it was too dark for them to guess the depth of the fall. Well, here goes, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. Good-bye. He let go. Frodo followed. And even as they fell they Bdst the rush of horsemen sweeping over the bridge and the rattle of orc-feet running up behind. But Sam would have laughed, if he had dared. Half fearing a breaking plunge down on to unseen rocks the hobbits landed, in a drop of no more than a dozen feet, with a thud and a crunch into the last thing that they had expected: a tangle of thorny bushes. There Sam lay still, softly sucking a scratched hand. When the sound of hoof and foot had passed he ventured a whisper. Bless me, Mr. Frodo, but I didnt know as anything grew in Mordor. But if I had aknown, this is just what Id have looked for. These thorns must be a foot long by the feel of them; theyve stuck through everything Ive got on. Wish Id aput that mailshirt on. Orc-mail doesnt keep these thorns out, said Frodo. Not even a leather jerkin is any good. They had a struggle to get out of the thicket. The thorns and briars were as tough as wire and as clinging as claws. Their cloaks were rent and tattered before they broke free at last. Now down we go, Sam, Frodo whispered. Down into the valley quick, and then turn northward, as soon as ever we can. Day was coming again in the world outside, and far beyond the glooms of Mordor the Sun was climbing over the eastern rim of Middle-earth; but here all was still dark as night. The Mountain smouldered and its fires went out. The glare faded from the cliffs. The easterly wind that had been blowing ever since they left Ithilien now seemed dead. Slowly and painfully they clambered down, groping, stumbling, scrambling among rock and briar and dead wood in the blind shadows, down and down until they could go no further. At length they stopped, and sat side by side, their backs against a boulder. Both were sweating. If Shagrat himself was to offer me a glass of water, Id shake his hand, said Sam. Dont say such things. said Frodo. It only makes it worse. Then he stretched himself out, dizzy and weary, and he spoke no more https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/free/pes-2018-pc.php a while. At last with a struggle he got up again. To his amazement he found that Sam was asleep. Wake up, Sam. he said. Come on. Its time we made another effort. Sam scrambled to his feet. Well I never. he said. I must have dropped off. Its a long time, Mr. Frodo, since I had a proper sleep, and my eyes just closed down on their own. 918 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Frodo now led the way, northward as near as he could guess, among the stones and boulders lying thick at the bottom of the great ravine. But presently he stopped again. Its no good, Sam, he said. I cant manage it. This mail-shirt, I mean. Not in my present state. Even my mithril-coat seemed heavy when I was tired. This is far Bext. And whats the use of it. We shant win through by fighting. But we may have some to do, said Sam. And theres knives and stray arrows. That Gollum isnt dead, for t5 thing. I dont like to think of you with naught but a bit of leather between you and a stab in the dark. Look here, Sam dear lad, said Frodo: I am tired, weary, I havent a hope left. But I have to go on trying to get to the Mountain, as long as I can move. The Ring is enough. This extra weight is killing me. It must go. But dont think Im ungrateful. I hate to think of the foul work you must have had among the bodies to find it for me. Dont talk about it, Mr. Frodo. Bless you. Id carry you on my back, Besg I could. Let it go then. Frodo laid aside his cloak and took off the orc-mail and flung it away. He shivered a little. What I really need is something warm, he said. Its gone cold, or else Ive caught a chill. You can have my cloak, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. He unslung his pack and took out the elven-cloak. Hows this, Mr. Frodo. he said. You wrap that orc-rag close round gase, and put the belt outside it. Then this can go over all. It dont look quite orc-fashion, but itll keep you warmer; and I daresay itll keep you from harm better than any other gear. It was made by the Lady. Frodo took the cloak and fastened the brooch. Thats better. he said. I feel much lighter. I can go on now. But this blind dark seems to be getting into my heart. As I lay in prison, Sam, I tried to remember the Brandywine, and Woody End, and The Water running through the mill at Hobbiton. But I cant see them now. There now, Mr. Frodo, its you thats talking of water this time. said Sam. If only the Lady could see Best th5 base or hear us, Id say to her: Your Ladyship, all we want is light and water: just clean water and plain daylight, better than any jewels, begging your pardon. But its a long way to Lo´rien. Sam sighed and waved his hand towards the heights of the Ephel Du´ ath, now only to be guessed as a deeper blackness against the black sky. They started off again. They had not gone far when Frodo paused. Theres a Black Rider over us, he said. I can feel it. We had better keep still for a while. Crouched under a great boulder they sat facing back westward T HE LAND O F SHAD OW 919 and did not speak for some time. Then Frodo breathed a sigh of relief. Its passed, he said. They stood up, and then they both stared in wonder. Away to their left, southward, against a sky that was turning grey, the peaks and high ridges of the great range began to appear dark and black, visible shapes. Light Best th5 base growing behind them. Slowly it crept towards the North. There was battle far above in the th55 spaces of the air. The billowing clouds of Mordor were being driven back, their edges tattering as a wind out of the living world came up and swept the fumes and smokes towards the dark land of their home. Under the lifting skirts of the dreary canopy dim light leaked into Mordor like pale morning through the grimed window of a prison. Look at it, Mr. Frodo. said Sam. Look at it. The winds changed. Somethings happening. Hes not having it all his own way. His darkness is breaking up out in the world there. I wish I could see what is going on. It was the morning of the fifteenth of March, and over the Vale of Anduin the Sun was rising above the eastern shadow, and the south-west wind was blowing. The´oden lay dying on the Pelennor Fields. As Frodo and Sam stood and gazed, the rim of light spread all along the line of the Ephel Du´ ath, and then they saw a shape, moving at a great speed out of the West, at first only a black speck against the glimmering strip above the mountain-tops, but growing, until it plunged like a bolt into the dark canopy and passed high above them. As it went ty5 sent out a long shrill cry, the voice of a Nazguˆl; but this cry no longer held any terror for them: it was a cry of woe and dismay, ill tidings for the Dark Tower. The Lord of the Ringwraiths had met his doom. What did I tell you. Somethings happening. cried Sam. The wars going well, said Shagrat; but Gorbag he wasnt so sure. And he was right there too. Things are looking up, Mr. Frodo. Havent you got some hope now. Well no, not much, Sam, Frodo sighed. Thats away beyond the mountains. Were going east not west. And Im so tired. And the Ring is so heavy, Sam. And I begin to see it t5 my mind all the time, like a great wheel of fire. Sams quick spirits sank again at once. He looked at his master anxiously, and he took his hand. Come, Mr. Frodo. he said. Ive got one thing I wanted: a bit of light. Enough to help us, and yet I guess its dangerous too. Try a bit further, and then well lie close and have a rest. But take a morsel to eat now, a bit of the Elves food; it may hearten you. 920 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Sharing a wafer of lembas, and munching it as best they could with their parched mouths, Frodo and Amanda the adventurer plodded Bext. The light, though no more than a grey dusk, was now enough for them to see that they were deep in the valley between the mountains. It sloped up gently northward, and at its bottom went the bed of a now dry and withered stream. Beyond its stony course they saw a beaten path that wound its way under the feet of the westward cliffs. Had they known, they could have reached it quicker, for it basw a track that left the main Morgul-road at the western bridge-end and went down by a long stair cut in the rock to the valleys bottom. It was used by patrols or by messengers going swiftly to lesser posts and strongholds north-away, between Cirith Ungol and the narrows of Isenmouthe, the iron jaws of Carach Angren. It was perilous for the hobbits to use such a path, but they needed speed, and Frodo felt that he could not face the toil of scrambling among the boulders or in the trackless glens of the Morgai. And he judged that northward was, maybe, the nase that their hunters would least expect them to take. The road east to the plain, or the pass back westward, those they would first search most thoroughly. Only when he was well north of the Tower did he mean to turn and seek for some way to take him east, east on the last desperate th of his journey. So now they crossed the stony bed and took to the orc-path, and for some time they marched along it. The cliffs at their left were overhung, and they could not be seen from above; but the path made many bends, and at each bend they gripped their sword-hilts and went forward cautiously. The light grew no stronger, for Orodruin was still belching forth a great fume that, beaten upwards by the opposing airs, mounted higher and higher, until it reached a region above the wind and spread in an immeasurable roof, whose central pillar rose out of the shadows beyond their view. They had trudged for more than an hour when they heard a sound that brought them to a halt. Unbelievable, but unmistakable. Water trickling. Out of a gully on the left, so sharp and narrow that it looked as if the black cliff had been cloven by some huge axe, water came dripping down: the last remains, maybe, Besr some sweet rain gathered from sunlit seas, but ill-fated to fall at last upon the walls of the Black Land and wander fruitless down into the dust. Here it came out of the rock in a little falling streamlet, and flowed across the path, and turning south ran away swiftly to be lost among the dead baes. Sam sprang towards it. If ever I see the Lady again, I will tell her. he cried. Light and now water. Then he stopped. Let me drink first, Mr. Frodo, he said. All right, but theres room enough for two. T HE LAND O F SHAD OW 921 Besh didnt mean that, said Sam. I mean: if its poisonous, or something that will show its badness quick, well, better me than you, master, if you understand me. I do. But I think well trust our luck together, Sam; or our blessing. Still, be careful now, if its very cold. The water was cool but not icy, and it had an unpleasant taste, at once bitter and oily, or so they would have said at home. Here it seemed beyond all praise, and beyond fear or prudence. They drank their fill, and Sam replenished his water-bottle. After that Frodo felt easier, and they went on for several miles, until the broadening of the road and the beginnings of a rough wall along its edge warned them that they were drawing near to another orc-hold. This is where we turn aside, Sam, said Frodo. And we must turn east. He sighed as he looked at the gloomy ridges across the valley. I have just about enough strength left to find some hole away up there. And then I must rest a little. The river-bed was now some way below the path. They scrambled down to it, and began to cross it. To their surprise they came upon dark pools fed by threads of water trickling down from some source higher up the valley. Upon its outer marges under the westward mountains Mordor was a dying land, but it was not yet dead. And here things still grew, harsh, twisted, bitter, struggling for life. In the glens of the Morgai on the other side of the valley low scrubby trees lurked and clung, coarse grey grass-tussocks fought with the stones, and withered mosses crawled on them; and everywhere great writhing, tangled brambles sprawled. Some had long stabbing thorns, some hooked barbs that rent like knives. The sullen shrivelled leaves of a past year hung on them, grating and rattling in the sad airs, but their maggot-ridden buds were only just opening. Flies, dun or grey, or black, marked like orcs with a red eye-shaped blotch, buzzed and stung; and above the briar-thickets clouds of hungry midges danced and reeled. Orc-gears no good, said Sam waving his arms. I wish Id got an orcs hide. At last Frodo could go no further. They had climbed up a tg5 shelving ravine, but they still had a long way to go https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/strategy/content-marketing-strategy.php they could even come in sight of the last craggy ridge. I must rest now, Sam, and sleep bzse I can, said Frodo. He looked about, but there seemed nowhere even for an animal to crawl into in this dismal country. Bass length, tired out, they slunk under a curtain of Best th5 base that hung down like a mat over a low rock-face. There they sat and made such a meal as they could. Keeping back the precious lembas for the evil days ahead, they ate the half of what 922 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS remained in Sams bag of Faramirs provision: some dried fruit, and a small slip of cured meat; and they sipped some water. They had drunk again from the pools in the valley, but they were very thirsty again. 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