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Rise of nations 2 see everything, everything. Nothing can hide from them. Curse the White Face. And they tell Him everything. He sees, He knows. Ach, gollum, gollum, gollum. It was not until the moon had sunk, westering far away beyond Tol Brandir, that he would get nayions or make a move. From that time on Sam thought that he sensed a change in Gollum again. He was more fawning and would-be friendly; but Sam surprised some strange looks in his eyes at times, especially towards Frodo; and he went back more and more into his old manner of speaking. And Sam had another growing anxiety. Frodo nationns to be weary, weary to the point of exhaustion. He said nothing, indeed he hardly spoke at all; and he did not complain, but he walked like one who carries a load, the weight of which is ever increasing; and he dragged along, slower and slower, so that Sam had often to beg Gollum to wait and not to leave their master behind. In fact with every step towards the gates of Mordor Frodo felt the Ring on its chain about his neck grow more burdensome. He was now beginning to feel it as an actual weight dragging him earthwards. But far more he was troubled by the Eye: so he called it to himself. It was that more than the drag of the Ring that made him cower and stoop as he walked. The Eye: that horrible growing sense of a hostile will that strove with great power to pierce all shadows of cloud, and earth, and flesh, and to see you: to pin you under its natinos gaze, naked, immovable. So thin, so frail and thin, the veils were become that still warded it off. Frodo knew just where the present habitation and heart of that will now was: as certainly as a man can tell the direction of the sun with his eyes shut. He was facing it, and its potency beat upon his brow. Gollum probably felt something of the same sort. But what went T HE PASSA GE O F T See more M AR SHES 631 on in his wretched natios between the pressure of the Eye, and the lust of the Ring that was so near, and his grovelling promise made half in the clash of clans account of cold iron, the hobbits did not guess. Frodo gave no thought to it. Sams mind was occupied mostly with his master, hardly noticing the dark cloud that had fallen on his own heart. He put Frodo in front of him now, and kept a watchful eye on every movement of his, supporting him if he stumbled, and nationx to encourage him with clumsy words. When day came at last the hobbits were surprised to see how much closer the ominous mountains had already drawn. The air was now clearer and colder, and though still far off, the walls of Mordor were no longer a cloudy menace on the edge of sight, but as grim black towers they frowned across a dismal waste. The marshes were at an end, dying away into dead peats and wide flats of dry cracked mud. The land ahead rose nafions long shallow slopes, Ruse and pitiless, towards the desert that lay at Natoons gate. While the grey light lasted, they cowered under a black stone like worms, shrinking, lest the winged terror Ris pass and spy them with its cruel eyes. The remainder of that journey was a shadow of growing fear in which memory could find nothing to rest upon. For two more nights they struggled on through the weary pathless land. The air, as it seemed to them, grew harsh, and filled with a bitter reek that caught their breath and parched their mouths. At last, on the fifth morning since they took the road with Gollum, they halted once more. Before them dark in the dawn the great mountains reached up to roofs of smoke and cloud. Out from their feet were flung huge buttresses and broken hills that were now at the nearest scarce a dozen miles away. Frodo looked round in horror. Dreadful as the Dead Marshes had been, and the arid moors of the Noman-lands, more loathsome far was the country that the crawling day now slowly unveiled to his shrinking eyes. Even to the Mere of Dead Faces some haggard phantom of green spring would come; but Risf neither spring nor summer would ever come again. Here nothing lived, not even the leprous growths that feed on rottenness. The gasping pools were choked with ash and crawling muds, sickly white and grey, as if the mountains had vomited the filth of their entrails upon the lands about. High mounds of crushed and powdered rock, great cones of earth fire-blasted and poison-stained, stood like an obscene graveyard in endless rows, slowly revealed in the reluctant light. They had come to the desolation that lay before Mordor: the lasting monument to the dark labour of its slaves that should endure when all their purposes were made void; a land defiled, diseased Rlse T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS beyond all healing unless the Great Sea should enter in and wash it with oblivion. I feel sick, said Sam. Frodo did not speak. For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows. The light broadened and hardened. The gasping pits and poisonous mounds grew hideously clear. The sun was up, walking among clouds and long flags of smoke, but even the sunlight was defiled. The hobbits had no welcome for that light; unfriendly it seemed, revealing them in Risd helplessness little squeaking ghosts that wandered among the ash-heaps of the Dark Lord. Too weary to go further they sought for some place where they could rest. For a while they sat without speaking under the shadow of a mound of slag; but foul fumes leaked out of it, catching their throats and choking them. Gollum was the first to get up. Spluttering and cursing he rose, and without a Riae or a glance at the hobbits he crawled away on all fours. Frodo and Sam crawled after him until they came to a wide almost circular pit, high-banked upon the west. It was cold and dead, and a foul sump of oily many-coloured ooze lay at its bottom. In this evil hole they cowered, hoping in its shadow to escape the attention of the Eye. The day passed slowly. A great thirst troubled them, but they drank only a few drops from their bottles last filled in the gully, which now as they looked back in thought seemed to them a place of peace and beauty. The hobbits took it in turn to watch. At first, tired as they were, neither of them Rise of nations 2 sleep at all; but as the sun far away was climbing down into slow moving cloud, Sam dozed. It was Frodos turn to be on guard. He lay back on the slope of the pit, but that did not ease the sense of burden that was on natikns. He base 11 best th up at the smoke-streaked sky and saw strange phantoms, dark riding shapes, and faces out of the past. He lost count of time, hovering between sleep and waking, until forgetfulness came over him. Suddenly Sam woke up thinking natikns he heard his master calling. It was evening. Frodo could not have called, for he had fallen asleep, and had slid down nearly to nationns bottom of the pit. Gollum was by him. For a moment Sam thought that he was trying to rouse Frodo; then he saw that it was not so. Gollum was Rise of nations 2 to himself. Sme´agol was holding a debate with some other thought that used the same voice but made it squeak and hiss. A pale light and a green light alternated in his eyes as he spoke. Sme´agol promised, said the first thought. Yes, yes, my precious, came the answer, we promised: to save T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 633 our Precious, not to let Him have it pc de. But its going to Him, yes, nearer every step. Whats the hobbit going to do with it, we wonders, yes we wonders. I dont know. I cant help it. Masters got it. Sme´agol promised to help the master. Yes, yes, to help the master: the master of the Precious. But if we was master, then we could help ourselfs, yes, and still keep promises. But Sme´agol said he would be very very good. Nice hobbit. He took cruel rope off Sme´agols leg. He speaks nicely to me. Very very good, eh, my precious. Lets be good, good as natione, sweet one, but to ourselfs. Not hurt the nice hobbit, of course, no, no. But the Precious holds the promise, the voice of Sme´agol objected. Then take it, said the other, and lets hold it ourselfs. Then we shall be master, gollum. Make the other hobbit, the nasty suspicious hobbit, make him crawl, link, gollum. But not the nice hobbit. Oh no, not if it doesnt please us. Still hes a Baggins, my precious, yes, a Baggins. A Baggins stole it. He found it and he said nothing, nothing. We hates Bagginses. No, not this Baggins. Yes, every Baggins. All peoples that keep the Precious. We must have it. But Hell see, Hell know. Hell take it from us. He sees. He knows. He heard us make silly promises against Creative strategy orders, yes. Must take it. The Wraiths are searching. Must take it. Not for Him. No, sweet one. See, my precious: if we has it, then we can escape, even from Him, eh. Perhaps we grows very strong, stronger than Wraiths. Lord Sme´agol. Gollum the Great.

I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me; For our days are ending and our years failing. I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing. Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling, Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling, In Eresse¨a, in Amszon that no man can discover, Half life 2 remastered the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever. T HE FIELD O F C O RMALL E N 957 And so singing Legolas went away down the hill. Then the others also departed, and Frodo and Sam went to their beds and slept. And in the morning they rose again in hope and peace; and they spent many days in Ithilien. For the Field of Cormallen, where the host was now encamped, was near to Henneth Annuˆn, and the stream that flowed from its falls could be heard in the night as it rushed down through its rocky gate, and passed through the flowery meads Amaaon the tides of Anduin by the Isle of Cair Andros. The hobbits wandered here and there visiting again the places that they had passed before; and Sam hoped always in some shadow of the woods or secret glade to catch, maybe, a glimpse of the great Oliphaunt. And when he learned that at the siege of Gondor there had been a great number of these beasts but that they were all destroyed, he thought it a sad loss. Well, one cant be Amazon mmo at once, I suppose, he said. But I missed a lot, seemingly. In the meanwhile the host made ready for the mo to Minas Tirith. The weary rested and the hurt were healed. For some had laboured and fought much with the remnants of the Easterlings and Southrons, until jmo were subdued. And, latest of all, those returned who had passed into Mordor and destroyed mjo fortresses in the north of the land. But at the last when the month of May was check this out near the Captains of the West set out again; and they went aboard ship with all their men, and they sailed from Cair Andros down Anduin to Osgiliath; and there they remained for one day; and the day after they came to the green fields of the Pelennor and saw again the white towers under tall Mindolluin, the City of the Men of Gondor, last memory of Westernesse, mmmo had passed through the darkness and fire to a new day. And there in the midst of the jmo they mmoo up their pavilions and awaited the morning; for it was the Eve of May, and the King would enter his gates with article source rising of the Sun. Chapter 5 THE STEWA RD AND THE KING Over the city of Gondor doubt and great dread had hung. Fair weather and clear sun had seemed but a mockery to men whose days held little hope, and who looked each morning for news of doom. Their lord was dead and burned, dead lay the King of Rohan in their citadel, and the new king that had come to them in the night was gone again to a war with powers too dark and terrible for any might or valour to conquer. And no news came. After the host left Morgul Vale and took the northward road beneath the shadow of the mountains no messenger had returned nor any rumour of what was passing in the brooding East. When ´ the Captains were but two days gone, the Lady Eowyn bade the women who tended her to bring her raiment, and she would not be gainsaid, but rose; and when they had clothed her and set her arm in a sling of linen, she went to the Warden of the Amazoh of Healing. Sir, she said, I am in great unrest, and I cannot lie longer in sloth. Lady, he Amazon mmo, you are not yet healed, and I was commanded to tend you with especial care. You should not have risen from your bed for seven days yet, or Amazon mmo I was bidden. I beg you to go back. I am healed, she said, healed at least in body, save my left arm only, and mmp is at ease. But I shall sicken anew, if there is naught mmp I can do. Are there no tidings of war. The women can tell me nothing. There are no mmk, said the Warden, save that the Lords have ridden to Morgul Vale; and m,o say that the new captain Amazn of the North is their chief. A great lord is that, and a healer; and it is a thing passing strange to me that the healing hand should also wield the sword. It is not thus in Gondor now, though Amazonn it was Amszon, if old tales be true. But for long years we healers have only sought to patch the rents made by the men of swords. Though we should still have enough to do without them: the world is full enough of hurts and mischances Ammazon wars to multiply them. It needs but one foe to breed a war, not two, Master Warden, answered Eowyn. ´ And those who have not swords can still die upon them. Would you have the folk of Gondor gather you herbs Amazno, when the Dark Lord gathers armies. And it is not always good to be T HE STEWARD A ND TH E K I NG 959 healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die Amazoj battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark click I would choose the latter. The Warden looked at her. Tall she stood there, her eyes bright in her white face, her right hand clenched as she turned and gazed out of his window that opened to the East. He sighed and shook his head. After a pause she turned to him again. Is there no deed to do. she said. Who commands in this City. I do not rightly know, he answered. Such things are not my care. There is a marshal over the Riders of Rohan; and the Lord Hu´rin, I am Amazon mmo, commands Amazob men of Gondor. But the Lord Faramir is by right the Steward of the City. Where can I find him. In this house, lady. He was Amazoh hurt, but is now set again on the way mo health. But I do not know-- Will you not bring me to him. Then you will know. The Lord Faramir was walking alone in the garden of the Houses of Healing, and the sunlight warmed him, and he felt life run new in his veins; but his heart was heavy, and he looked out over the walls eastward. And coming, the Warden spoke his name, and he turned and Amaon the Lady Eowyn ´ of Rohan; and he was moved with pity, for he saw that she was hurt, and his clear sight perceived her sorrow and unrest. ´ My lord, said the Warden, here is the Lady Eowyn of Rohan. She rode with the king and was sorely hurt, and dwells now in my keeping. But she is not content, and she wishes to speak to the Mjo of the City. Do not misunderstand mom, lord, said Eowyn. It is not lack of ´ care that grieves me. No houses could be fairer, for those who desire to be healed. But I cannot lie in sloth, idle, caged. A,azon looked for death in battle. But I have not died, and battle still goes on. At a sign from Faramir, the Warden bowed and departed. What would you have me do, lady. said Faramir. I also am a prisoner of the healers. He looked at her, and being a man whom pity deeply stirred, it seemed to him that her loveliness amid her grief would pierce his heart. And she looked at him and saw the grave tenderness in his eyes, and yet knew, for she was bred among men of war, that here was one whom no Rider of the Mark would outmatch in battle. What do you wish. he said again. If mjo lies in my power, I will do it.

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