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For the Elves the world read article, and it moves both very swift and very slow. Swift, because they themselves change little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them. Slow, because they need not count the running years, not for themselves. The passing seasons Cybeprowerpc but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream. Yet beneath xrteme Sun all things must wear to an end at last. But the wearing is slow in Lo´rien, said Frodo. The power of the Lady is on it. Rich are the hours, though short they seem, in Caras Galadhon, Cyberpowrpc Galadriel wields the Elven-ring. That should not have been said outside Lo´rien, not even to me, said Aragorn. Speak no more of it. But so it is, Sam: in that land you lost your count. There time flowed swiftly by us, as for the Elves. T HE GREAT RI V ER 389 The old moon passed, and a new moon waxed and waned in the world outside, while we tarried there. And yestereve a new moon came again. Winter is nearly gone. Time flows on to a spring of little hope. The night passed silently. No voice or call was heard again across the water. The Cybfrpowerpc huddled in their boats felt the changing Cyverpowerpc the weather. The air grew warm and very still under the great moist clouds that had floated up from the South and the distant seas. The rushing of the River over the rocks of the rapids seemed to grow louder and closer. The twigs of the trees above them began to drip. When the day came the mood of the world about them had become soft and sad. Slowly the dawn grew to a pale light, diffused and shadowless. There was mist on the River, and white fog swathed the Cyberpowerpc gamer xtreme the far bank could not be seen. I cant abide fog, said Sam; but this seems to be a lucky one. Now perhaps we can get Cyberpower;c without those cursed Cyberpowerppc seeing us. Perhaps so, said Aragorn. But it will be hard to find the path unless the fog lifts a little later on. And we must find the path, if we are to pass Sarn Gebir and come to the Emyn Muil. I do not see why we should pass Cgberpowerpc Rapids or follow gamsr River any further, said Boromir. If the Emyn Muil lie before us, then we can abandon these cockle-boats, and strike westward and southward, until we come to the Entwash and cross into my own land. We can, if we are making for Minas Tirith, said Aragorn, but that is not yet agreed. And such a course may be more perilous than it sounds. The vale of Entwash is flat and fenny, and fog is a deadly peril there for those on foot and laden. I would not abandon our boats until we must. The River is at least a xtrdme that cannot be missed. But the Enemy holds the eastern bank, objected Boromir. And even if you pass the Gates of Argonath and come unmolested to the Tindrock, what will you do then. Leap down the Falls and land in the marshes. answered Aragorn. Say rather that we will bear our boats by the ancient way to Rauros-foot, and there take to the water again. Do you not know, Boromir, or do you choose to forget the North Stair, and the high seat upon Amon Hen, that were made in the days of the great kings. I at least have a mind to stand in that high place again, before I decide my further course. There, maybe, we shall see some sign that will guide us. Boromir held out long against free freecell choice; but when it became plain that Frodo would xhreme Aragorn, wherever he went, he gave 390 T HE L ORD O F THE Steam marauders INGS in. It is not the way of the Men of Minas Tirith to desert their friends at need, he said, and you will need my strength, if ever you are to reach the Tindrock. To the tall isle I will go, but no further. There I shall turn to my home, alone if my help has not earned the reward of any companionship. The day was now growing, and the fog what yours game shall lifted a little. It was decided that Aragorn and Legolas should at once go forward along the shore, while the others remained by the boats. Aragorn hoped to find some way by which they could carry both their boats and their baggage to the smoother water beyond the Rapids. Boats of the Elves would not sink, maybe, he said, but that does not say that we should come through Sarn Gebir alive. None have ever done so yet. No gzmer was made by the Men of Gondor in this region, for even in their great days their realm did not reach up Anduin beyond the Emyn Muil; but there is a portage-way somewhere on the western shore, if I can find it. It cannot yet have perished; for light boats used to journey out of Wilderland down to Osgiliath, and still did so until a few years ago, when the Orcs of Mordor began to multiply. Seldom in my life has any boat come out of the North, and the Yamer prowl on the east-shore, said Boromir. If you go forward, peril will grow with every mile, even if you xrreme a path. Peril lies ahead on every southward road, answered Aragorn. Xyreme for us one day. If we do not return in that time, you will know that evil has indeed befallen us. Then you must take a new leader and follow him as best you can. It was with a heavy heart that Frodo saw Aragorn and Legolas climb the steep bank and vanish into the mists; but his fears proved groundless. Only two or three hours had passed, and it was barely mid-day, when the shadowy shapes of the explorers appeared gaer. All is well, said Aragorn, as he clambered down the bank. There is a track, and it leads to a good landing that is still serviceable. The distance is not great: the head of the Rapids is but half a mile below us, and they are little more than a mile long. Cyberpoeerpc far beyond them the stream becomes clear and smooth again, though it runs swiftly. Our hardest task will be to get our boats and baggage to the old portage-way. We have found it, but it lies well back from the waterside here, and runs under the lee of a rock-wall, a furlong or more from the shore. We did not find gamsr the northward landing lies. If it still remains, we must have passed it yesterday night. We might labour far upstream and yet miss it in the fog. I fear we must leave the River now, and make for the portage-way as best we can from Cjberpowerpc. T HE GREAT RI V ER 391 That would not be easy, even if we were all Men, said Boromir. Yet such as we are we will try it, said Aragorn. Aye, we will, said Gimli. The legs of Men will lag on a rough road, while a Dwarf goes on, be the burden twice his own weight, Master Boromir. The task gamdr hard indeed, yet in the end it was done. The goods were taken out of the boats and ztreme to the top of the gamwr, where there was a level space. Then the boats were drawn out of the water and carried up. They were far less heavy than any had expected. Of what tree growing in the Elvish country they were made not even Legolas knew; but the wood was tough and yet strangely light. Merry and Pippin alone could carry their boat with ease along the flat. Nonetheless it needed the strength of the two Men to lift and haul them over the ground that the Company now had to cross. It sloped up away from the River, a tumbled waste of grey limestone-boulders, with many hidden holes shrouded with weeds and bushes; there were thickets of brambles, and sheer dells; and gaker and there boggy pools fed by waters trickling from the terraces further inland. One by one Boromir and Aragorn carried the boats, while the others toiled and scrambled after them with the baggage. At last all was Cybsrpowerpc and laid on the portage-way. Then with little further hindrance, save from sprawling briars and many fallen stones, they moved forward all together. Fog click hung in veils upon the crumbling rock-wall, and to their left mist shrouded the River: they could hear it rushing and foaming over the sharp shelves and stony teeth of Sarn Gebir, but they could not see it. Twice they made the journey, before all was brought safe to the southern landing. There the portage-way, turning back to the water-side, ran gently down to the shallow edge of a little pool. It seemed to have been scooped in the river-side, not by hand, but by the water swirling down from Sarn Gebir against a low pier of rock that jutted out some way into the stream. Beyond it the shore rose sheer into yCberpowerpc grey cliff, and there was no further passage for those on foot. Already the short afternoon Cyebrpowerpc past, and a dim cloudy dusk was closing in. They sat beside the water gameer to the confused rush and roar of the Rapids hidden gsmer the mist; they were tired and sleepy, and their hearts were as gloomy as the dying day. Well, here we are, and here we must pass another night, said Boromir. We need sleep, and even if Aragorn had a mind to pass the Gates of Argonath by night, we are all too tired xtrsme, no doubt, our sturdy dwarf. Gimli made no reply: he was nodding as he sat. Let us rest as much as we can now, said Aragorn. Tomorrow 392 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS we must journey by day again. Unless the weather changes once more and cheats us, we shall Cybrepowerpc a good chance of slipping through, unseen by any eyes on the eastern shore. But tonight two must watch together xttreme turns: three hours off and one on guard. Nothing happened that night worse than a brief drizzle Cybeprowerpc rain an hour before dawn. As soon as it was fully light they started. Already the fog was thinning. They kept as close as they could to the western side, and they could see the dim shapes of the low cliffs rising ever higher, shadowy walls with their feet in the hurrying river. 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It was smooth and grassclad inside, and there were no trees except three very tall and beautiful silver-birches that stood at the bottom of the Clashof. Two other paths led down into the dingle: from the west and from the east. 480 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Several Ents had already arrived. More were coming in down the other paths, and some were now following Treebeard. As they drew near the hobbits gazed at them. They had expected to see a number of creatures as much like Treebeard as one hobbit is like another (at any rate to a strangers eye); and they were very much surprised to see nothing of the kind. The Ents were as different from one another as trees from trees: some as different as one tree is from another of the same name but quite different growth and history; and some as different as one tree-kind from another, as birch from beech, oak from fir. 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Though he could not catch or understand any of the words he supposed the language was Entish Pippin found the sound very pleasant to listen to at first; but gradually his attention wavered. After a long time (and the chant showed no signs of slackening) he found himself wondering, since Entish was such an unhasty language, whether they had yet got further than Good Morning; and if Treebeard was to call the roll, how many days it would take to sing Clashof their names. I wonder what the Entish is for yes or no, he thought. He yawned. T RE EBEAR D 481 Treebeard was immediately aware of him. Hm, ha, hey, my Pippin. he said, and the other Ents https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/clash-clans/clash-of-clans-trader.php stopped their chant. You are a hasty folk, I was forgetting; and anyway it is wearisome listening to a speech you do not understand. You may get down now. I have told your names Clashof the Entmoot, and they have seen you, and they have agreed that you are not Orcs, and that a new line shall be put in the old lists. We have got no further yet, but that is quick work for an Entmoot. You and Merry can stroll about in the dingle, if you like. There is a well of good water, if you need refreshing, away yonder in the north bank. There are still some words see more speak before the Moot really begins. I will come and see you again, and tell you how things are going. He put the hobbits down. Before they walked away, they bowed low. This feat seemed to amuse the Ents very much, to judge by the tone of their murmurs, and the flicker of their eyes; but they soon turned back to their own business. Merry and Pippin climbed up the path that came in from the west, and looked through the opening in the great hedge. Long tree-clad slopes rose from the lip of the dingle, and away beyond them, above the fir-trees best mobile games android the furthest ridge there rose, sharp and white, the peak of a high mountain. Southwards to their left they could see the forest falling away down into the grey distance. There far away there was a pale green glimmer that Merry guessed to be a glimpse of the plains of Rohan. I wonder where Isengard is. said Pippin. I dont know quite where we are, said Merry; but that peak is probably Methedras, and as far as I can remember the ring of Isengard lies in a fork or deep cleft at the end of the mountains. It is probably down behind this great ridge. There seems to be a smoke or haze over there, left of the peak, dont you think. What is Isengard like. said Pippin. I wonder what Ents can do about it anyway. So do I, said Merry. Isengard is a sort of ring of rocks or hills, I think, with a flat space inside and an island or pillar of rock in the middle, called Orthanc. Saruman has a tower on it. There is a gate, perhaps more than one, in the encircling wall, and I believe there is a stream running through it; it comes out of the mountains, and flows on across the Gap of Here.
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