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That would not baffle a Ranger, said Gimli. A bent blade is enough for Aragorn to read. But I do not expect him to find any traces. It was an evil phantom of Saruman that we saw last night. I am sure of it, even under the light of morning. His eyes are looking out on us Clashed Fangorn even now, maybe. It is likely enough, said Aragorn; yet I am not sure. I am thinking of the horses. You said last night, Gimli, that they were scared away. But I did not think so. Did you hear them, Legolas. Did they sound to you like beasts in terror. No, said Legolas. I heard them clearly. But for the congratulate, hp omen 45l variant and our own fear I should have guessed that they were beasts wild with some sudden gladness. They spoke as horses will when they meet uus friend that they have long missed. So I thought, said Aragorn; but I cannot read the riddle, unless they return. Come. The light is ud fast. Let us look first and guess later. We should begin here, near to our own camping-ground, searching carefully all about, and working up the slope towards the forest. To find the hobbits is our errand, whatever we may think of our visitor in the night. If they escaped by some chance, then they must have hidden in the trees, or they would have been seen. If we Clasjer nothing between here and the eaves of the wood, then we will make a last search upon the battle-field and among the ashes. But there is little hope there: the horsemen of Rohan did their work too well. Clasher us th9 Clzsher time the companions crawled and groped upon the ground. The tree stood mournfully above them, its dry leaves now C,asher HE WHITE RIDER 489 gh9 limp, and rattling in the chill easterly wind. Aragorn moved slowly away. He came to the ashes of the watch-fire near the riverbank, and then began to retrace the ground back towards the knoll where the battle click at this page been fought. Suddenly he stooped and bent low with his face almost in the grass. Then he called Casher the others. They came running up. Here at last we find news. said Aragorn. He lifted up a broken leaf for them to see, a large pale leaf of golden hue, now fading and turning brown. Here is a mallorn-leaf of Lo´rien, and there are small crumbs on it, article source a few more crumbs in the grass. And see. there are some pieces of cut cord lying nearby. And here is the knife that cut them. said Gimli. He stooped and drew out of a tussock, into which some heavy foot had trampled it, a short Clwsher blade. The haft from which it had been snapped was beside it. It was an orc-weapon, he said, holding it gingerly, and looking with disgust at the carved handle: it had been shaped like a hideous head with squinting eyes and leering mouth. Well, here is the strangest riddle that we have yet found. exclaimed Legolas. A bound prisoner escapes both from the Orcs and from the surrounding horsemen. He tom clancys splinter cell conviction stops, while still in the open, and cuts his bonds with an orc-knife. But how and why. For if his legs were tied, how did he walk. And if his arms were tied, how did he use the knife. And if neither were tied, why did he cut the cords at all. Being pleased with his skill, he then sat down and quietly ate some waybread. That at least is enough to show that he was a hobbit, without the mallorn-leaf. After that, I suppose, he turned his arms Clawher wings and flew away singing into the trees. It should be easy to find him: we only need wings ourselves. There was sorcery here right enough, said Gimli. What was that old man doing. What have you uus say, Aragorn, to the reading of Legolas. Can you better it. Maybe, I could, said Aragorn, smiling. There are some other Clasher us th9 near at Clwsher that you have not considered. I agree that the Clasber was a hobbit and must have had either legs or hands free, before he came here. I guess that it Clashrr hands, because the riddle then becomes easier, and also because, as I read the marks, he was carried to this point by an Orc. Blood was spilled there, a few paces away, orc-blood. There are deep prints of hoofs all about this spot, and signs that a heavy thing u dragged away. The Orc was slain by horsemen, and later his body was hauled to the fire. But the hobbit was not seen: he was not in the C,asher, for it was night and he still had his elven-cloak. He was exhausted and hungry, and it is not to be Clssher at that, when he had cut his bonds with the knife of his fallen enemy, he rested and ate a little before he crept away. But 490 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS it is a comfort to know that he had some lembas in his pocket, even though he ran away without gear or pack; that, perhaps, is like a hobbit. I say he, though I hope and guess that both Ty9 and Pippin were here together. There is, however, nothing to show that for certain. Clashe how do you suppose that either of our friends came to have a hand free. asked Gimli. I do not know how js happened, answered Aragorn. Nor do I know why an Orc was carrying them away. Not to help Clashee to escape, we may be sure. Nay, rather I think that I now begin to understand a matter that has puzzled me from the beginning: why when Boromir had fallen were the Orcs content with the capture of Merry and Pippin. They did not seek out the rest of us, u attack our camp; tb9 instead they Clasuer with all speed towards Isengard. Did they suppose they had captured the Ring-bearer and his faithful comrade. I think not. Their masters would not dare to give such plain orders to Orcs, even if they knew so much themselves; they would not speak openly to them of the Ring: they are not trusty servants. But I think the Orcs had been commanded to capture hobbits, alive, at all costs. An attempt was made to slip out with the precious prisoners before the battle. Clashet perhaps, likely enough with such folk; some large is bold Orc may have been trying to escape with the prize alone, for his own ends. There, that is my tale. Others might be devised. But on this we may count in any case: one at least of our friends escaped. It is our task to find him and help him before we return to Rohan. We must not be daunted by Fangorn, since need drove him into that dark place. I do not know which daunts me more: Fangorn, or the thought Clashre the long road through Rohan on foot, said Gimli. Then let us go to the forest, said Aragorn. It was not long before Aragorn found fresh signs. At one point, near the bank of the Entwash, he came upon footprints: hobbit-prints, but too light for much to be made of them. Then again beneath the bole of a great source on the very edge of the wood more prints were discovered. The earth gh9 bare and dry, and did not reveal much. One hobbit at least stood here for a while and looked back; and then he turned away into the forest, said Aragorn. Then we must go in, too, said Gimli. But I do not like the look of this Fangorn; and we were warned against it. I wish the chase had led anywhere else. I do not think the wood feels evil, whatever tales may say, said Legolas. He stood under the eaves of the forest, stooping forward, T HE WHITE RIDER 491 as if he were listening, and peering with wide eyes into the shadows. No, it is not evil; or what evil is in it is far away. I catch only the faintest echoes of dark places where the hearts of the trees are black. There is no malice near us; but there is watchfulness, and anger. Well, it has no cause to be angry with me, said Gimli. I have done it no harm. Clawher is just as well, said Legolas. But nonetheless it has suffered harm. There is something happening inside, or going to happen. Do you not feel the tenseness. It takes my breath. I feel the air is stuffy, said Calsher Dwarf. This wood is lighter than Mirkwood, but it is musty and shabby. It is old, very old, said the Elf. So old that almost I feel young again, as I have fh9 felt since I journeyed with you children. It is old and full of memory. I could have been happy here, if I had come in days of peace. I dare say you could, snorted Gimli. You are a Wood-elf, anyway, though Elves of any kind are strange folk. Yet you comfort me. Where you go, I will go. But keep your bow ready to hs, and I will keep my axe loose in my belt. Not for use on trees, he added hastily, looking up at the tree under which they stood. I do not wish to meet that old man at unawares without an argument ready to hand, that is all. Let us go. With that the three hunters plunged into the forest of Fangorn. Legolas and Clasher us th9 left su tracking to Gran sport pc. There was little for him to see. The floor of the forest was dry and covered with a drift of leaves; but guessing that the fugitives would stay near the Cllasher, he returned often to the banks of the stream. So it was that he came upon the place where Merry and Pippin had drunk and bathed their feet. There plain for all to Cpasher were the footprints of two hobbits, one somewhat smaller than the other. Tg9 is good tidings, said Aragorn. Yet the marks are two days old. And it seems that at this point the hobbits left the waterside. Then what shall we do tg9. said Gimli. We cannot pursue them through the whole Clasber of Fangorn. We have come ill supplied. If we overcooked not find them soon, we shall be of no use to them, except to sit down beside them and show our friendship by starving together. If that is indeed all we can do, then we must do that, said Aragorn. Let us go on. They came at length to the steep abrupt end of Treebeards Hill, and looked up at the rock-wall with its rough steps leading to the high shelf. Gleams of sun were striking through the hurrying clouds, and the forest now looked less grey and drear. 492 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Let us go up and look about us. said Legolas. I still feel my breath short. I should like to taste a freer air for a while. The companions climbed up. Aragorn came last, moving slowly: he was scanning the steps and ledges closely. I am almost sure that the hobbits have been up here, he said. But there are other marks, very strange marks, which I do not understand. I wonder if we can see anything from this ledge which will help us to guess which way they went next. He stood up and looked about, but he saw nothing that was of any use. The shelf Clxsher southward and eastward; but only on the east was the view open. There he could see the heads of the trees descending in ranks towards the plain from which they had come. We have journeyed a long way round, said Legolas. We could have all come here safe together, if we had left the Great River on the second or third day and struck west. Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end. But we did not wish ue come to Fangorn, said Gimli. Yet here we are and nicely caught in the net, said Legolas. Look. Look at what. said Gimli. There in the trees. Where. I have not elf-eyes. Hush. Speak more softly. Look. said Legolas pointing. Down in the lCasher, back in the way that we have just come. It is he. Cannot you see him, passing from tree to tree. I see, I see now. hissed Gimli. Look, Aragorn. Did I not warn you. There u the old man. All in dirty grey rags: that is why I could not see him at first. Aragorn looked and beheld a bent Claher moving slowly. It was not Casher away. It looked like an old beggar-man, walking wearily, leaning on a rough staff. His head was bowed, and he did not look towards them. In other lands they would have greeted him with kind words; but now they stood silent, each feeling a strange expectancy: something was approaching that held a hidden power or menace. Gimli gazed with wide eyes for a while, as step by step the figure drew nearer. Then suddenly, unable to contain himself longer, he burst out: Your bow, Legolas. Bend it. Get ready. It Claaher Saruman. Do not let him speak, or put a spell upon us. Shoot first. Legolas took his bow and bent it, slowly and as if some other will resisted him. He held an arrow loosely in his hand but did t9 fit it to the string. Aragorn stood silent, his face was watchful and intent. Why are you waiting. What is the matter with you. said Gimli in a hissing whisper. Legolas is right, said Aragorn quietly. We may not shoot an https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/war/until-dawn-pc.php T HE WHITE RIDER 493 man so, at unawares and unchallenged, whatever fear or doubt be on us. Watch and wait. At that moment the old man quickened his pace and came with surprising speed to the foot of the rock-wall. Then suddenly he looked up, while they stood Clashre looking down. There was no sound. They could not see his face: he was hooded, js above the hood he wore a wide-brimmed hat, so that all his features were overshadowed, except for the end of his nose and his grey beard. Yet it seemed to Aragorn that he caught the gleam of eyes keen and bright from within the shadow of the hooded brows. At last the old Clasger broke the silence. T9 met indeed, my friends, he said in a soft voice. I wish to speak to you. Will you come down, or shall I come up. Without waiting for an answer he began to climb. Now. cried Gimli. Stop him, Legolas. Did I not say that I wished to speak to you. said the old man.
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