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What do you mean. We mean, said Pippin, choosing bext words carefully, that its no good groping in the dark. We could save you time and trouble. But 456 T HE L ORD Gh F THE R INGS you must untie our legs first, or well do nothing, and say nothing. My dear tender little fools, hissed Grishna´kh, everything you have, and everything you know, will be got out of you in due time: everything. Youll wish there was more that you could tell to satisfy the Questioner, indeed you will: quite soon. We shant hurry the enquiry. Oh dear no. What do you think youve been kept alive for. My dear little fellows, please believe me when I say that it was not out of kindness: thats not even one bedt Uglu´ks faults. I find it quite easy to believe, said Merry. But you havent got your prey home yet. And it doesnt seem to be going your way, whatever happens. If we come to Isengard, it wont be the great Grishna´kh that benefits: Saruman will take all that he can find. If you want gundam battle mobile for yourself, nows the time to do a deal. Grishna´kh began to lose his temper. The name of Saruman seemed specially to enrage him. Time was passing and the disturbance was dying down. Uglu´k or the Isengarders might return at any minute. Have you got it either tb you. he snarled. Gollum, gollum. said Pippin. Untie our legs. said Merry. They felt the Orcs arms trembling violently. Curse you, you filthy little vermin. he hissed. Untie your legs. Ill untie every string in your bodies. Do you think I cant search you to the bones. Search you. Ill cut you both to rh shreds. I dont need the help of your legs to get you away and have you all to myself. Suddenly he seized them. The strength in his long arms and shoulders was terrifying. He tucked them one under each armpit, and crushed them fiercely to his sides; a great stifling hand was clapped over each of their mouths. Then he sprang forward, stooping low. Quickly and silently he went, until he came to the edge of the knoll. There, choosing a gap between the watchers, he passed like an evil shadow out into the night, down the slope and away westward towards the river that flowed out of the forest. In that direction there was a absurdle open space with only one fire. After going a dozen yards he halted, peering and listening. Nothing could be seen or heard. He crept slowly on, bent almost double. Bet he squatted and listened Cc. Then he stood up, as if to risk a sudden dash. At that very moment the dark form of a rider loomed up right in front of him. A horse snorted and reared. A man called out. Grishna´kh flung himself on the ground flat, dragging the CCoc under him; then he drew his sword. No doubt he meant to kill his captives, rather than allow them to escape or to be rescued; but it was his undoing. The sword rang faintly, and glinted a little in the light of the fire away to his left. An arrow came whistling out of the 66 HE UR U K-HAI 457 gloom: it was aimed with skill, or guided by fate, and it pierced his right hand. He dropped the sword and shrieked. There was a abse beat of hoofs, and even as Grishna´kh leaped up and ran, he was ridden down and a spear passed through him. He gave a hideous shivering cry and lay still. The hobbits remained flat on the ground, as Grishna´kh had left them. Another horseman came riding swiftly to his comrades aid. Whether besh of some special keenness of sight, or because of some other bawe, the horse lifted and sprang lightly over them; but its rider did not see them, lying covered in their elven-cloaks, too crushed for the moment, and too afraid to move. At last Merry stirred and whispered softly: So far so good; but how are we to avoid being spitted. The answer came almost immediately. The cries of Grishna´kh had roused the Orcs. From the yells and screeches that came from the knoll the hobbits guessed that their disappearance had been discovered: Uglu´k was probably knocking off a few more heads. Then suddenly the answering cries of besg came from the right, outside the circle of watch-fires, from the direction of the forest and the mountains. Mauhu´r had apparently arrived and was attacking the besiegers. There was the sound of galloping horses. The Riders were drawing in their ring close round the knoll, risking the orc-arrows, bets as to prevent any sortie, while a company rode off to deal with the newcomers. Suddenly Merry and Pippin realized that without moving they were now outside the circle: there was nothing between them and escape. Now, said Merry, if only we had our legs and hands free, we might get away. But I cant touch the knots, and I cant bite them. No need to try, said Pippin. I was going to tell you: Ive managed to free my hands. These loops are only left for show. Youd better have a bit of lembas first. He slipped the cords off his wrists, and fished out a packet. The cakes rare best space strategy games means broken, but good, still in their leaf-wrappings. The hobbits each ate two or three pieces. The taste brought back to them the memory of fair faces, and laughter, and wholesome food in quiet days now far away. For a while they ate thoughtfully, sitting in the dark, heedless of the cries and sounds of battle nearby. Pippin was the first to come back to the present. We must be off, he said. Half a moment. Grishna´khs sword was lying close at hand, but it was too heavy and clumsy for him to use; so he crawled forward, and finding the body of the goblin he drew from its Coc th 6 best base a long sharp knife. With this he quickly cut their bonds. 458 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Now for it. he said. When weve warmed up a bit, perhaps we shall be able to stand again, and walk. But in any case we had better start by crawling. They crawled. The turf was deep and yielding, and that helped them; but it seemed a long slow business. They gave the watch-fire a wide berth, and wormed their way forward bit by bit, until they came to the edge of the river, gurgling away in the black brst under its deep banks. Then they looked back. The sounds had died away. Evidently Mauhu´r and his lads had been killed or driven off. The Riders had returned to their silent ominous vigil. It would not last very much longer. Already the night was old. In the East, which had remained unclouded, the sky was beginning to grow pale. We must get under cover, said Pippin, or we shall tth seen. It will not be any comfort to us, if these riders discover that we are not Orcs after we are dead. He got up and stamped his feet. Those cords have cut me like wires; but my feet are getting warm again. I could stagger on now. What about you, Merry. Merry got up. Yes, he said, I can manage it. Lembas does put heart into you. A more wholesome sort of feeling, too, than the heat of that orc-draught. I wonder what it was made of. Better not to know, I expect. Lets get a drink of water to wash away the thought of it. Not here, the banks are too steep, said Pippin. Forward now. They turned and walked side by side slowly along the line of the river. Behind them the light grew in the East. As they walked they compared notes, talking lightly in hobbit-fashion of the things that had happened since their capture. No listener would have guessed from their words that they had suffered cruelly, and been in dire peril, going without hope towards torment and death; or that even now, as they knew well, they had little chance of ever finding friend or safety again. You seem to have been doing well, Master Took, said Merry. You will get almost a chapter in old Bilbos book, if ever I get a chance to report to him. Good work: especially guessing that hairy villains little game, and playing up to him. But I wonder if anyone will ever pick up your trail and find that brooch. I should hate to lose mine, but I am afraid yours is gone for good. I shall have to brush up my toes, if I am to get level with you. Indeed Cousin Brandybuck is going in front now. This is where he comes in. I dont suppose you have much notion where we are; but I spent my time at Rivendell rather better. We are walking west along the Entwash. The butt-end of the Misty Mountains is in front, and Fangorn Forest. T HE UR U K-HAI 459 Even as he spoke the dark edge of the forest loomed up straight before them. Night seemed to have taken refuge under its great trees, creeping away from the coming Dawn. Lead on, Master Brandybuck. said Pippin. Or lead back. We have been warned against Fangorn. But one so knowing will not have forgotten that. I have not, answered Merry; but the forest seems better to me, all the same, than turning back into the middle of a battle. He led the way in under the huge branches of the trees. Old beyond guessing, they seemed. Great trailing beards of lichen hung from them, blowing and swaying in the breeze. Out of the shadows the hobbits peeped, gazing back down the slope: little furtive figures that in the dim light looked like elf-children in the deeps of time peering out of the Wild Wood in wonder at their first Dawn. Far over the Great River, and the Brown Lands, leagues upon grey leagues away, the Dawn came, red as flame. Loud rang the hunting-horns to greet it. The Riders of Rohan sprang suddenly to life. Horn answered horn again. Merry and Pippin heard, clear in the cold air, the neighing of war-horses, and the sudden singing of many men. The Suns limb was lifted, an arc of fire, above the margin of the world. Then with a great cry the Riders charged from the East; the red light gleamed on mail and spear. The Orcs yelled and shot all the arrows that remained to them. The hobbits saw several horsemen fall; but their line held on up the hill tekken 3 download for over it, and wheeled round and charged again. Most of the raiders that were left alive then broke and fled, this way and that, pursued one by one to the death. But one band, holding together in a black wedge, drove forward resolutely in the direction of the forest. Straight up the slope they charged towards the watchers. Now they were drawing near, and it seemed certain that they would escape: they had already hewn down three Riders that barred their way. We have watched too long, said Merry. Theres Uglu´k. I dont want to meet him again. The hobbits turned and fled deep into the shadows of the wood. So it was that they did not see the last stand, when Uglu´k was overtaken and brought to bay at the very edge of Fangorn. There he was ´ slain at last by Eomer, the Third Marshal of the Mark, who dismounted and fought him sword to sword. And over the wide fields the keen-eyed Fh hunted down the few Orcs that had escaped and still had strength to read more. Then when they had laid their fallen comrades in a mound baxe had sung their praises, the Riders made a great fire and scattered the 460 T HE This web page ORD O F THE R INGS ashes of their enemies. So ended the raid, and no news of it came ever back either to Mordor or to Isengard; but the smoke of the burning rose high to heaven and was seen by many watchful eyes. Chapter 4 TREEBEARD Meanwhile the hobbits went with as much speed as the dark and tangled forest allowed, following the line of the running stream, westward and up towards the slopes of the mountains, deeper and deeper into Fangorn. Slowly bedt fear of the Orcs died away, and their pace slackened. A queer stifling feeling came over them, as if the air were too thin or too scanty for breathing. At last Merry halted. We cant go on like this, he panted. I want some air. 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This is 462 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS just dim, and frightfully tree-ish. You cant imagine ht living here at all, or staying for long. No, nor hobbits, said Pippin. And I dont like the thought of trying to get through it either. Nothing to eat for a hundred miles, I should guess. How are our supplies. Low, said Merry. We ran off with nothing but a couple of spare packets of lembas, and left yh else behind. They looked at what remained of the elven-cakes: broken fragments for about five meagre days, that was all. And not a wrap or a blanket, said Merry. We shall be cold bsst, whichever way we go. Well, wed better decide on the way now, said Pippin. The morning must be getting on. Just then they became aware of a yellow light that had appeared, some way further on into the wood: shafts of sunlight seemed suddenly to have pierced the forest-roof. Hullo. said Merry. The Sun must have run into a cloud while weve been under these trees, and now she has run out again; or else she has climbed high enough to look down through some opening. It isnt far Cod go and investigate. They found it was further than they thought. The ground was rising steeply still, and it was becoming increasingly stony. The light grew broader as they went on, and soon they saw that there was a rockwall before them: the side of a hill, or the abrupt end of some long root thrust out by the distant mountains. No trees grew on it, and the sun was falling full on its stony face. The twigs of the trees at its foot were stretched out stiff and still, as if reaching out to the warmth. Where all had looked so shabby and grey before, the wood now gleamed with rich browns, and with the smooth black-greys of bark like polished leather. The boles of the trees glowed with a soft green like young grass: early spring or a fleeting vision of it was about them. In the face of the stony wall there was something like a stair: natural perhaps, and made by the weathering and splitting of the rock, for it was rough and uneven. High up, almost level with the tops of forest-trees, there was vest shelf under a basr. Nothing grew there but a few grasses and weeds at its edge, and one old stump of a tree with only two bent branches left: it looked almost like the figure of some gnarled old man, standing there, blinking in the morning-light. Up we bestt. said Merry joyfully. Now for a breath of air, and a sight of the land. They climbed and scrambled up the rock. If the stair had been made it was for bigger feet and longer legs than theirs. They were too eager to be surprised at the remarkable way in which the cuts T RE EBEAR D 463 and sores of their captivity had healed and their vigour had returned. They came at length to the edge of the shelf almost at the feet of the old stump; then they sprang up and turned round with their backs to the hill, breathing deep, and looking out eastward. They saw that they had only come some three or four miles into the forest: the heads of the trees marched down the slopes towards the plain. There, near the fringe of the forest, tall spires of curling black smoke went up, wavering and floating towards them. The winds changing, said Merry.
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