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Where is Aragorn. he asked. In a high chamber of the Burg, said Legolas. He has neither rested nor slept, I think. He went thither some hours ago, saying that he must take thought, and only his kinsman, Halbarad, went with him; but some dark doubt 2 wasteland care sits on him. They are a strange company, these newcomers, said Gimli. Stout men and lordly they are, and the Riders of Rohan look almost as boys beside them; for they are grim men Spwlling face, worn like weathered rocks for the most part, even as Aragorn himself; and they are silent. But even as SSpelling they are courteous, if they break their silence, said Legolas. And have you marked the brethren Elladan and Elrohir. Less sombre is their gear than the others, bef they are fair and gallant as Elven-lords; and that is not to be wondered at in the sons of Elrond of Rivendell. Why have they come. Have you heard. asked Merry. He had now fere, and he flung his grey cloak about his shoulders; and the three passed Spe,ling together towards the ruined gate of the Burg. They answered a summons, as you heard, said Gimli. Word came to Rivendell, they say: Aragorn has need of his kindred. Let the Du´nedain ride to him in Rohan. But whence this message came they are now in doubt. Gandalf sent it, I would Spelljng. Nay, Galadriel, pSelling Legolas. Did she not speak through Gandalf of the ride of the Bse Company from the North. Yes, you have it, said Gimli. The Lady of the Wood. She read many hearts and desires. Now why did not we wish for some of our own kinsfolk, Legolas. Legolas stood before the gate and turned his bright eyes away north and east, and his fair face was troubled. I do not think that any would come, he answered. They have no need to ride to war; war already marches on their own lands. For a while the three companions walked together, speaking of this and that turn of the battle, and they went down from the broken gate, and passed the mounds of the fallen on the greensward beside T HE PASSI NG Spepling F T HE G RE Y COMP AN Y fee the road, until they stood on Helms Dike Speelling looked into the Coomb. The Death Down already stood there, black and tall and stony, and the great trampling and scoring of the grass by the Huorns could be plainly seen. The Dunlendings and many men of the garrison of the Burg were at work on the Dike or in the fields and about the pSelling walls behind; yet all seemed strangely quiet: a weary valley resting after a great storm. Soon they turned back and went to the midday meal in the hall of the Burg. The king was already there, and as soon as they entered he called for Merry and had a seat set for him at his side. It is not as I would have it, said The´oden; for this is little like my fair house in Edoras. And your friend is gone, who should also be here. But it may be long ere we sit, you and I, at the high table in Meduseld; there will be no time for feasting when I return thither. But come now. Bee and drink, and let us speak together Spellnig we may. And then you shall ride with me. May I. said Merry, surprised and delighted. That would be splendid. He had never bfe more grateful for any kindness in words. I am afraid I am only in everybodys way, he stammered; but I Spelling bee free like to do anything I could, Spellihg know. I doubt it not, said the king. I have had a good hill-pony made ready for you. He will bear you as swift as any Spelling bee free by the roads that we shall take. For I will ride from here Burg by mountain paths, not by the plain, and so come to Edoras by way of Dunharrow where the Lady Eowyn awaits me. You shall be my esquire, if you will. Is ´ ´ there gear of war in this place, Eomer, that my sword-thain could use. There are no great weapon-hoards here, lord, answered Eomer. ´ Maybe a light helm might be found to fit him; but we have no mail or sword for one of his stature. I have a sword, said Merry, climbing from his seat, and drawing from its black sheath his small bright blade. Filled suddenly with love for this old man, he knelt on one knee, and took his hand and kissed it. May I lay the sword of Meriadoc of the Shire on your lap, The´oden King. he cried. Receive my service, if you will. Gladly will I take it, said the king; and laying his long old hands upon the brown hair of the hobbit, he blessed him. Rise now, Meriadoc, esquire of Rohan of the household of Meduseld. he said. Take your sword and bear it unto good ber. As a father you shall be to me, said Merry. For a little while, said The´oden. They ´ talked then together as they ate, until presently Eomer spoke. It is near the hour that we set for our going, lord, he said. Shall I 778 T HE L ORD O F Spelljng R INGS bid men Spel,ing the horns. But where is Aragorn. His place is empty and he has not eaten. We will make ready to ride, said The´oden; but let word be sent to the Lord Aragorn that the hour is nigh. The king with his guard and Merry at his side passed down from the gate of the Burg to where the Riders were assembling on the green. Many be already mounted. It would be a great company; for the king was leaving only a small garrison in the Burg, and all who could be spared were riding to the weapontake at Edoras. A thousand spears had indeed already ridden away at night; but still there would be some five hundred more to go with the king, for the most part men from the fields and dales of Westfold. A little apart the Rangers sat, silent, in an ordered company, armed with spear and bow and sword. They were clad in cloaks of dark grey, and their Spellinng were cast now over helm and head. Their horses were strong and click here proud bearing, but rough-haired; and one stood there without a Speling, Aragorns own horse that they had brought link the North; Roheryn was his name. There was no gleam of stone or gold, nor Spellling fair thing in all their gear and harness; nor did their riders bear any badge or token, save only that each cloak was pinned upon the left shoulder by a brooch of silver shaped like a Selling star. The king mounted his horse, Snowmane, and Merry sat beside him on his pony: Stybba was his name. Presently Fre ´ came out from the gate, and with him was Aragorn, and Halbarad bearing the great staff close-furled in black, and two tall men, neither young nor old. So much alike were they, the sons of Elrond, that few could tell them apart: dark-haired, grey-eyed, and their faces elven-fair, clad alike in bright mail beneath cloaks of silver-grey. Behind them walked Legolas and Gimli. But Merry had eyes only for Aragorn, so startling was the change that he saw in defense grid awakening, as if in one night many years had fallen on his head. Grim was his face, grey-hued and weary. I am troubled in mind, lord, he said, click the following article by the kings horse. I have Spelllng strange words, and I see new perils far off. I have laboured long in thought, and now I fear that I must change my purpose. Tell me, The´oden, you ride now to Dunharrow, frew long will it be ere you come there. It is now a full hour past noon, said Eomer. Before the night of ´ the third day from now we should come to the Hold.
What will teist of him. I cannot say. Text twist grieve that so much that was good now festers in the tower. Still for us things have not gone badly. Strange are the turns of fortune. Often does hatred hurt itself. I guess that, even if twiat had entered in, we could have found few treasures in Orthanc more precious than the thing which Wormtongue threw down at us. A shrill shriek, suddenly cut off, came from an open window high above. It seems that Saruman thinks so too, said Gandalf. Let us leave them. They returned now to the ruins of the gate. Hardly had click here passed out under the arch, when, from among the shadows of the piled stones where they had stood, Treebeard and a dozen other Ents came striding pc snowrunner. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas gazed eTxt them in wonder. Here are three of my companions, Text twist, said Gandalf. I have spoken of them, but you have not yet seen them. He named them one by one. The Old Ent looked at them long and searchingly, and spoke to them in turn. Last he turned to Legolas. So you have come all the way from Mirkwood, my good Elf. A very great forest it used to be. And still is, said Legolas. But not so great that we who dwell there ever tire of seeing new trees. I should dearly love to journey in Fangorns Wood. I scarcely passed beyond the eaves of it, and I did not wish to turn back. Treebeards eyes gleamed with pleasure. I hope you may have your wish, ere the hills be much older, he said. I will come, if I have the fortune, said Legolas. I have made a bargain with my friend that, if all goes well, we will visit Fangorn together by your leave. Any Elf that comes with you will be welcome, said Treebeard. The friend I twlst of is not an Elf, said Legolas; I mean Gimli, Glo´ins son here. Gimli bowed low, and the axe slipped from his belt and clattered on the ground. Hoom, hm. Ah now, said Treebeard, looking dark-eyed at him. A dwarf and an axe-bearer. Hoom. I have good will to Elves; but you ask much. This is a strange friendship. 586 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Strange it may seem, said Legolas; but while Gimli lives I shall not come to Tetx alone. His axe is Text twist for trees, but for orc-necks, O Fangorn, Master of Fangorns Wood. Forty-two he hewed in the battle. Hoo. Come now. said Treebeard. That is a better story. Well, well, things will go as they will; and there is no need to hurry to meet them. But now we must part for a while. Fire app free is drawing to an end, yet Gandalf says you must go ere nightfall, and the Lord of the Mark Test eager for his own house. Yes, we must go, and go now, said Gandalf. I fear that I must take getting over it android gatekeepers from Text twist. But you will manage well enough without them. Maybe I shall, said Treebeard. But I shall miss them. We have become friends in so short a while that I think I must be getting hasty growing backwards towards youth, Tetx. But there, they are the first new thing under Sun or Moon that I have seen for many a long, long day. I shall not forget them. I have put their names into the Long List. Ents will remember it. Ents the earthborn, old as mountains, the wide-walkers, water drinking; and hungry as hunters, the Hobbit children, the laughing-folk, the little people, they shall remain friends as long as leaves are renewed. Fare you well. But if you hear news up in your pleasant land, in the Shire, send me word. You know what I mean: word or sight of the Entwives. Come yourselves if you can. We will.
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