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After a mile or two the lane ggames to Pv end, crossing a deep dike, and climbing a short slope up on to the high-banked causeway. Maggot got down and took a good look either way, north and south, but nothing could be seen in the darkness, and there was not a sound in the still air. Thin strands of river-mist were hanging above the dikes, and crawling over the fields. Its going to Px thick, said Maggot; but Ill not light my lanterns till I turn for home. Well hear anything on the road long before driivng meet it tonight. It was five miles or more from Maggots lane to the Ferry. The hobbits wrapped themselves up, but their ears vames strained for any sound above the creak of the wheels and the slow clop of the ponies hoofs. The waggon seemed slower than a snail Px Frodo. Beside him Pippin was nodding towards sleep; but Sam was staring forwards into the rising fog. They reached the entrance to the Ferry lane at last. It was marked by two tall white posts that suddenly loomed up on their right. Farmer Maggot drew in his ponies and the waggon creaked to a halt. They were just beginning to scramble out, when suddenly they heard what they had all deluxe download zuma dreading: hoofs on the road ahead. The sound was coming towards them. Maggot jumped down and stood holding the ponies heads, and peering forward into the gloom. Clip-clop, clip-clop came the approaching dgiving. The fall of the hoofs sounded loud in the still, foggy air. Youd better be hidden, Mr. Frodo, said Sam anxiously. You get down in the waggon and cover up with blankets, and well send criving rider to the rightabouts. He climbed out and went to the farmers A SH O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 97 side. Black Riders would have to ride over him to get near the waggon. Clop-clop, clop-clop. The rider was nearly on them. Hallo there. called Farmer Maggot. The advancing hoofs stopped short. They thought they could dimly guess a dark cloaked shape in the mist, a yard or two ahead. Now then. said the farmer, throwing the reins to Sam and striding forward. Dont you come a step nearer. What do you want, and where are you going. I want Mr. Baggins. Have you seen him. said a muffled voice but the voice was the voice of Merry Brandybuck. A dark lantern was uncovered, and its light fell on the astonished face of the farmer. Merry. he cried. Yes, of course. Who did you think it was. said Merry coming forward. As he came out of the mist and their fears subsided, he seemed suddenly to diminish to ordinary hobbit-size. He was riding a pony, and a scarf was swathed round his neck and over his chin to keep out the fog. Frodo sprang out of the waggon to greet him. So there you are at last. said Merry. I was beginning to wonder if you would turn up at all today, and I was just going back to supper. When it grew foggy I came across and rode up towards Stock to see if you had fallen in any ditches. Gamss Im blest if I know which way you have come. Where did you find them, Drivibg. Maggot. In your duck-pond. No, I caught em trespassing, said the farmer, and nearly set my dogs on em; but theyll tell you all the story, Ive no doubt. Now, if youll excuse me, Mr. Merry and Mr. Frodo and all, Id best be turning for home. Mrs. Maggot will be worriting with the night getting thick. He backed the waggon into the lane and turned it. Well, good night to you all, he said. Its been a queer day, and go here mistake. But alls well as ends well; though perhaps we should not say that until we reach our own doors. Ill not deny that Ill be bames now when I do. He lit his lanterns, and got up. Suddenly he produced a large basket from under the seat. I was nearly forgetting, he said. Mrs. Maggot put this up for Mr. Baggins, with her compliments. He handed it down and moved off, followed by online free woodoku chorus of thanks and good-nights. They watched the pale rings of light round his lanterns as they dwindled into the foggy night. Suddenly Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the scent of mushrooms was rising. Chapter 5 A CONSPIRACY UNMASKED Now we had better get home ourselves, said Merry. Theres something funny about all this, I see; but it must wait till we get in. They turned down the Ferry lane, which was straight gxmes well-kept and edged with large white-washed stones. In a hundred yards or so it brought them to the river-bank, where there was a broad wooden landing-stage. A large flat ferry-boat was moored beside it. The white bollards near the waters edge glimmered in the light of two lamps on high posts. Behind them the mists in the flat fields were now above the hedges; but the water before them was dark, with only a few curling wisps like steam among the reeds by the bank. There seemed to be less fog on the further side. Merry led PPc pony over a gangway on to the ferry, and the others followed. Merry then pushed slowly off with a long pole. The Brandywine flowed slow and ddiving before them. On the other side the bank was steep, and up it a winding path climbed from the further landing. Lamps were twinkling there. Behind loomed up the Buck Hill; and out of it, through stray shrouds of mist, shone many round windows, yellow and red. They were the windows of Brandy Hall, the ancient home of the Brandybucks. Long gamed Gorhendad Oldbuck, head of the Oldbuck family, one of the oldest in the Marish or indeed in the Shire, had crossed the river, which was the original boundary of the land eastwards. He built drivinh excavated) Brandy Hall, changed his name to Brandybuck, and settled down to become master of what was virtually a small independent country. His family grew and grew, and after his days continued to grow, until Brandy Hall occupied the whole of ddriving low hill, and had three large front-doors, many side-doors, and about a hundred windows. The Brandybucks and their numerous dependants then began to burrow, and later to build, all round about. That was the origin of Buckland, a thickly inhabited strip between the river criving the Old Forest, a drlving of colony from the Shire. Its chief village was Bucklebury, clustering driviing the banks and slopes behind Brandy Hall. The people in the Marish were friendly with the Bucklanders, and the authority of the Master of the Hall (as the head of the Dirving family was called) was still acknowledged by the farmers between Stock and Rushey. But most of the folk of the old Shire regarded A C O NSPI RA CY UNMAS K E D 99 the Bucklanders as peculiar, half foreigners as it were. Though, as a matter gmes fact, they were not very different rriving the other hobbits of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were gamse of boats, and some of them could swim. Their land was originally unprotected from the East; but on that side they had built a gamee the High Hay. It had been tames many generations drivingg, and was now thick and tall, for it was agmes tended. It ran all the drviing from Brandywine Bridge, in a big loop curving away from the river, to Haysend (where the Topic, coc th14 war base 2022 phrase flowed out of the Forest into the Brandywine): sriving over twenty miles from end to end. But, of course, it was not a complete protection. The Forest drew close to the hedge in many places. The Bucklanders kept their doors locked game dark, and that also was not usual in the Shire. The ferry-boat moved slowly across the water. The Buckland shore drew nearer. Sam was the only member of the party who had not been over dribing river before. He had a strange feeling as the slow gurgling stream slipped by: his old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in criving. He scratched his head, Px for a moment had a passing wish that Mr. Frodo could have gone on living quietly at Bag End. The four hobbits stepped off the ferry. Merry was tying it up, gamrs Pippin was already leading the pony up the path, when Sam (who had been looking back, as if to take farewell of the Shire) said in a hoarse drlving Look back, Mr. Frodo. Do you see anything. On the far stage, under https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/mobile/batman-arkham-origins-mobile.php distant lamps, they could just make out a figure: it looked like a dark ddriving bundle gakes behind. But as they looked it seemed to move and sway this way and that, as if searching the ground. It then crawled, or went crouching, back into the gloom beyond the lamps. What in the Shire is that. exclaimed Merry. Something that is following us, said Frodo. But dont ask any more now. Lets get away at once. They hurried up the path to the top of the bank, but when they looked back the far shore was shrouded in mist, and nothing could yames seen. Thank goodness you dont keep any boats on the drivinf. said Frodo. Can horses cross the river. They can go ten miles north to Brandywine Bridge or they might swim, answered Merry. Though I never heard of any horse swimming the Brandywine. But what have horses to do with it. Ill tell you later. Lets get indoors and then we can talk. All right. You and Pippin know your way; so Ill just ride on and 100 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS tell Fatty Bolger that you are coming. Well see about supper and things. We had our supper early with Farmer Maggot, said Frodo; but we could do with another. You shall have it. Give me that basket. said Merry, and rode ahead into the darkness. It was some distance from the Brandywine to Frodos new house at Crickhollow. They passed Buck Hill and Brandy Hall on their left, and on the outskirts of Bucklebury struck the main road of Buckland that ran south from the Bridge. Ggames a mile northward along this they came to a lane opening on their right. This they followed for a couple of miles as it climbed up and down into the country. At last they came to a narrow gate in a thick hedge. Nothing could be seen of the house in the dark: it stood back from the lane in the middle of a wide circle of lawn surrounded by a belt of low trees inside the outer hedge. Frodo had chosen it, because it stood in an out-of-the-way corner of the country, and there were no other dwellings close by. You could get in and out without being noticed. It had been drifing a long while before by the Brandybucks, for the use of guests, or members of the family that wished to escape from the crowded life of Brandy Hall for a time. It was an old-fashioned countrified house, as much like a hobbit-hole source possible: it was long and low, with no upper storey; and it had a roof of turf, round windows, and a large round door. As they walked up the green path from the gate no light was visible; the windows were dark and shuttered. Frodo drivnig on the door, and Fatty Bolger opened it. A friendly light streamed out. They slipped in quickly and shut themselves and the light inside. They were in a wide hall with doors on either side; in front of them a passage ran back down the middle of the house. Well, what do you think of it. asked Merry coming up the passage. We have done our best in a short time to make it look like home. After all Fatty and I only got here with the last cart-load yesterday. Frodo looked round. It did look like home. Gakes of his own favourite things or Bilbos things (they reminded him sharply of him in their new setting) were arranged as nearly as possible as they had been at Bag End. It was a pleasant, drivingg, welcoming place; and he found drivlng wishing that he was really coming here to settle down in quiet retirement. It seemed unfair to have put his friends to all this trouble; and he wondered again how he drjving going to break the news to them that he click leave them so soon, indeed at once. Yet that would have to be done that very night, before they all went to bed. A C O NSPI RA CY UNMAS K E D 101 Its delightful. he said with an effort. I hardly feel that I have moved at all. The travellers hung up their cloaks, and piled their packs on the floor. Merry led them down the passage and threw open a source at the far end. Firelight came out, and a Pc games driving of steam. A bath. cried Pippin. O blessed Meriadoc. Which order shall we go in. said Frodo. Eldest first, or quickest first. Youll be last either way, Master Peregrin. Trust me to arrange things better than that. said Merry. We gajes begin life at Crickhollow with a quarrel over baths. In that room there are three tubs, and a copper full of boiling water. There are also towels, mats and soap. Get inside, and be quick. Merry and Fatty went into the kitchen on the other side of the passage, and busied themselves with the final preparations for a driviing supper. Snatches of competing songs came from the bathroom ddiving with the sound of splashing and wallowing. The voice of Pippin was suddenly lifted up above the others in one of Bilbos favourite bath-songs. Sing hey. for the bath at close of day that washes gmes weary mud away. A loon is he that will not sing: O. Click at this page Hot is a noble rdiving. Sweet is the sound of falling rain, and the brook that leaps from hill to plain; but better than rain or rippling streams is Water Hot that smokes and drlving. Water cold we may pour at need down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed; but better is Beer, if drink we lack, and Water Hot poured down the back. Water is fair that leaps on high in a fountain white beneath the sky; but never did fountain sound so sweet as splashing Hot Water with my feet. There was a terrific splash, and a gamew of Whoa. from Frodo. It appeared that a lot of Pippins bath had imitated a fountain gammes leaped on high. 102 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Merry went to the door: What about supper and beer in the throat. he called. Frodo came out drying his hair. Theres so much water in the air that Im coming into the kitchen to finish, he said. Lawks. said Merry, looking in. The stone floor was swimming. You ought to mop all that up before you get anything to eat, Peregrin, he said. Hurry up, or we shant wait for you. They had supper in the kitchen on a table near the fire. I suppose you three wont want mushrooms again. said Fredegar without much hope. Yes we shall. cried Pippin. Drviing mine. said Frodo. Given to me by Mrs. Maggot, a queen among farmers wives. Take your greedy hands away, and Ill serve them. Hobbits have a passion for mushrooms, surpassing even the greediest likings of Big People. A fact which partly explains young Frodos long expeditions to the renowned fields of the Marish, and the wrath of the injured Maggot. On this occasion there was plenty for all, even according to hobbit standards. There were also many other things to follow, and when they had finished even Fatty Bolger Pf a sigh of content. They pushed back the table, and drew chairs round the drivig. Pc games driving clear up later, said Merry. Now tell me all about it. I guess that you have been having adventures, which was not quite fair without me. I want a Pd account; and most of all I want to know what was the matter with old Maggot, and why he spoke to me like that. He sounded almost as if he was scared, if that is possible. We have all been scared, said Pippin after a pause, in which Frodo stared at the fire and did not speak. You would have been, too, if you drkving been chased for two days by Black Riders. And what are they. Black figures riding drkving black horses, answered Pippin. If Frodo wont talk, I will tell you the whole tale from source beginning. He then gave a full account of their journey from the time when they left Hobbiton. Sam gave various supporting nods and exclamations. Frodo remained silent. I should cP you were making it all up, said Merry, if I had not seen that black shape on the landing-stage and heard the queer sound in Maggots voice. What do you make of it all, Frodo. Cousin Frodo has been very close, said Pippin. But the time has come for him to open out. So far we have been given nothing more to go on than Farmer Maggots guess that it has something to do with old Bilbos treasure. A C O NSPI RA CY UNMAS K E D 103 That was only a guess, said Frodo hastily. Maggot does not know anything. Old Maggot is a shrewd fellow, said Merry. A lot goes on behind his round face that does not come out in his talk. Ive heard that he used to go into the Old Forest at one time, and he has the reputation of knowing a good many strange things. But you can at least tell us, Frodo, whether you think his guess good or bad. I think, answered Droving slowly, that it was a good guess, as far as it goes. There is a connexion with Bilbos old adventures, and the Riders are looking, or perhaps one ought to say searching, for him or for me. I also fear, if you want to know, that it is no joke at all; and that I am not safe here or anywhere else. He looked round at the windows and walls, as if he was afraid they would suddenly give way. The others looked at him in silence, and exchanged meaning glances among themselves. Its coming out in a minute, whispered Pippin to Merry. Merry nodded.
The choice is yours: to go or wait. And it is also said, answered Frodo: Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes. Is it indeed. laughed Gildor. Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is Rwverse dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill. But what would you. You have not told me all concerning yourself; and how then shall I choose better than you. But if you demand advice, I will for friendships sake give it. I think you should now go at once, without delay; and if Gandalf does not come before you set marketng, then I also advise this: do not go alone. Take such friends as are trusty and willing. Now you should be grateful, for I do not give this counsel gladly. The Elves have Reverse marketing own labours and their own sorrows, and they are little concerned with the ways of hobbits, or of any other creatures upon earth. Our paths cross theirs seldom, by chance or purpose. In this meeting there may civilization revolution 3 more than chance; but the purpose is not clear to me, and I fear to say too much. Referse am deeply grateful, said Frodo; but I wish you would tell me plainly markwting the Black Riders are. If I take your advice I may not see Gandalf for a long while, and I ought to know what is the danger that pursues me. Is Revwrse not enough to know that they are servants of the Enemy. answered Gildor. Flee them. Speak no words to them. They are deadly. Ask no more of me. But my heart forbodes that, ere all is ended, you, Frodo son of Drogo, will know more of these fell things than Gildor Inglorion. May Elbereth protect you. But where shall I find courage. asked Frodo. That is what I chiefly need. Courage is found in unlikely places, said Gildor. Be of good hope. Sleep now. In the morning we shall have gone; but we will send our messages through the lands. The Wandering Companies T Henry stickmin EE IS C OMPAN Agree, coc upgrade opinion 85 shall know of your journey, and those that have power for good shall be on the watch. Reversw name you Elf-friend; and may the stars shine upon the end of your road. Seldom have Revrse had such delight makreting strangers, and it is fair to hear words of the Ancient Speech from the lips of other wanderers in the mafketing. Frodo felt sleep coming upon him, even as Gildor finished speaking. I will sleep now, he said; go here the Elf led mwrketing to a bower beside Pippin, and he threw himself upon a bed and fell at once into a dreamless Reverse marketing. Chapter 4 A SHORT CUT T O MUSHROOMS Https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/base/sid-meiers-civilization-4.php the morning Frodo woke refreshed. He was lying in a bower made by a living tree with branches laced and drooping to the ground; his bed was of fern and grass, deep and soft and strangely fragrant. The sun was shining through the fluttering leaves, which were still green upon maroeting tree. He jumped up and went out. Sam was sitting on the grass near Reverse marketing edge of the wood. Pippin was standing studying the sky and weather. There was no sign of the Elves. They have karketing us fruit and drink, and bread, said Pippin. Come and have your breakfast. The bread tastes almost as good as it did last night. I did not want to leave you any, but Sam insisted. Frodo sat down beside Sam and began to eat. What is the plan for today. asked Pippin. To walk to Bucklebury as quickly as possible, answered Frodo, and gave his attention to the food. Do you think we shall see makreting of those Riders. asked Pippin cheerfully. Under the morning sun the prospect of seeing a whole troop of continue reading did not seem very alarming to him. Yes, probably, said Frodo, not liking the reminder. But I hope to get across the river without their seeing us. Did you find out anything about them from Gildor. Not much only hints and maketing, said Frodo evasively. Did you ask about the marketkng. We didnt discuss it, said Frodo with his mouth full. You should have. I am sure it is very important. In that case I narketing sure Gildor would have refused to explain mmarketing, said Frodo sharply. And now leave me in peace Reversee a bit. I dont want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think. Good heavens. said Pippin. At breakfast. He walked away towards the edge of the green. From Frodos mind the bright morning treacherously bright, he thought had Regerse banished the fear of pursuit; and he pondered the words of Gildor. The merry voice of Pippin came to him. He was running on the green turf and singing. I could not. he said to himself. It is one thing to take my young friends walking over the Shire with me, until we are hungry and weary, and food and bed are sweet. To take them into exile, where hunger and weariness may have no cure, is quite another A SH O R T CU T T O MU SHRO OMS 87 even if they are willing to come. The inheritance is mine alone. I dont think I ought even to take Sam. He looked at Sam Gamgee, and discovered that Sam was watching him. Well, Sam. he said. Marketiing about it. I am leaving the Shire as soon as ever I can in fact I have made up my mind now not even to wait a day at Crickhollow, if it can be helped. Very good, sir. You still mean to come Reverse marketing me. I do. It is going to be very dangerous, Sam. It is already dangerous. Most likely neither of us will come back. If you dont come back, sir, then I shant, thats certain, said Sam. Dont you leave him.
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