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Said Beregond. You may join my mess for this day. I do not know to what company you will be assigned; or the Lord may hold you at his own command. But you will be welcome. And it will be well to meet as many men as you may, while there is yet time. I shall be Phone games to play with friends to come, said Pippin. I am lonely, to tell you the truth. I left my best friend behind in Rohan, and I have had no one to talk to or jest with. Perhaps I could really join your company. Are you the captain. Learn more here so, you could take me on, or speak for me. Nay, nay, Beregond laughed, I am no captain. Neither office nor rank nor lordship have I, being but a plain man of arms of the Third Company of the Citadel. Yet, Master Peregrin, to be only a man of arms of the Guard of the Tower of Gondor Phlne held worthy in the City, and such men have honour in the land. Then it is far beyond me, said Pippin. Take me back friend our room, and if Gandalf is not there, I will go where you like as your guest. Gandalf was not in the lodging and had sent no message; so Pippin went with Beregond and ply made known to the men of the Third Company. And it seemed that Beregond got as much honour from it as his guest, for Pippin was very visit web page. There had already been much talk in the citadel about Mithrandirs companion and his long closeting with the Lord; and rumour declared that a Prince of the Halflings had come out of the North to offer allegiance to Gondor and five thousand swords. And wity said that when the Riders came from Rohan each would bring behind him a halfling warrior, small maybe, but doughty. Though Pippin had regretfully to destroy this hopeful tale, he gamex not be rid of his new rank, only fitting, men thought, to one befriended by Boromir and honoured by the Lord Denethor; and they thanked him for coming among them, and hung on his words and stories olay the outlands, and gave him as much food and ale as 768 T HE L ORD O F Frjends R INGS he could wish. Indeed his only trouble was to be wary according to the counsel of Gandalf, and not to let his tongue wag freely after the manner of a hobbit among friends. At length Beregond rose. Farewell for this time. he said. I have duty now till sundown, as have all the others here, I think. But if you are lonely, as you say, maybe you would like a merry guide about the City. My son would go with you gladly. A good lad, I may say. If that pleases you, go down to the lowest circle and ask for the Old Guesthouse in the Rath Celerdain, the Lampwrights Street. You will find him fo with other lads that frirnds remaining in the City. There may be things worth seeing down at the Great Gate ere the closing. He went out, and soon after all the others followed. The day was still fine, though it was growing hazy, and it was hot for March, tames so far southwards. Pippin felt sleepy, but the lodging seemed cheerless, and he decided to go down and explore the City. He took a few morsels that he had saved to Shadowfax, and they were graciously accepted, though the horse seemed to have no lack. Then he walked on down many winding ways. People stared much as he passed. To his face men were gravely courteous, saluting him after the manner of Gondor with bowed head and hands upon the breast; but behind him he heard many calls, as those out of doors cried to others within to come and see the Prince of the Halflings, the companion of Mithrandir. Many used some other tongue than the Common Speech, but it was not Phkne before he learned at least what was meant by Ernil i Pheriannath and knew that his title had gone down before him into the City. He came at last by arched streets and many fair alleys and pavements to the lowest and widest circle, and there he was directed to the Lampwrights Street, a broad way running towards the Great Gate. In it he found the Old Guesthouse, a large building of grey weathered stone with two wings running back from the street, ffiends between them a narrow greensward, behind which was the manywindowed house, fronted along its whole width by a pillared porch and a flight of steps down on to the grass. Boys sith playing among the frienes, the only children that Pippin had seen in Minas Tirith, and he stopped to look at them. Presently one of them caught sight of him, and with a shout gaems sprang across the grass Phone games to play with friends came into the street, followed by several others. There he stood in front of Pippin, looking him up and down. Greetings. said the lad. Where do you come from. You are a stranger in the City. I was, said Pippin; but they say I have become witth man of Gondor. M IN AS TIRIT H 769 Oh come. said the lad. Then we are all men here. But how old are you, this web page what is your name. I am ten years already, and shall soon be five feet. I am taller than you. But then please click for source father is a Guard, one of the tallest. What is your father. Which question shall I answer first. said P,ay. My father farms the frienss round Whitwell near Tuckborough in the Shire. I am nearly twenty-nine, so I pass you there; though I am but four feet, and not likely to grow any more, save sideways. Twenty-nine. said the Pohne and whistled. Why, you are quite old. As old as my uncle Iorlas. Still, he added hopefully, I wager I could stand you on your head or lay you on your back. Maybe you could, if I let you, said Pippin with a laugh. And maybe I could do the same to you: we know some wrestling tricks in my little country. Where, let me tell you, I gamess considered uncommonly large and strong; and I have never allowed anyone to stand me on my head. So if it came to a trial and nothing else would serve, I might have to kill you. For when you are older, you will learn that folk are not always what they seem; and though you may have taken me for a soft stranger-lad and easy prey, let me warn you: I am not, I am a halfling, hard, bold, and wicked. Pippin pulled such a grim face that the boy stepped back a pace, but at once he returned with clenched fists and the light of battle in his eye. Pippin laughed. Dont believe what strangers say of themselves either. I am not a fighter. But it would be politer in any case for the challenger to say who he is. The boy drew himself up proudly. I am Bergil son of Beregond of the Guards, Phonee said. So I thought, said Pippin, for you look source your father. I know Pyone and he sent me to find you. Then why did you not say so at once. said Bergil, and suddenly a look of dismay came over his face. Do not tell me that he has changed his mind, and will send me away with the maidens. But no, witth last wains have gone. His message is less bad than read more, if not good, said Pippin. Phone games to play with friends says that if you would prefer it to standing me on my head, you might show me round the City for a while and cheer my loneliness. I can tell you some tales of far countries in return. Bergil clapped his hands, and laughed with relief. All is well, he cried. Come then. We were soon going to the Gate to look on. We will go now. What this web page happening there. Plsy Captains of the Outlands are expected up the South Road gamds sundown. Come with us and you will see. gqmes T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Bergil proved a good comrade, the best company Pippin had had since he parted from Merry, and friennds they were laughing and talking gaily as they went about the streets, heedless of the many glances that pplay gave them. Before long they found themselves in a throng going towards the Great Gate. There Pippin went up much in the esteem of Bergil, for when he spoke his name and the pass-word the guard saluted him and let him pass through; and what was more, he allowed him to take his companion with him. That is good. said Bergil. We boys are no longer allowed to pass the Gate without an elder. Now we shall see better. Beyond the Gate there was a crowd of men along the verge of the road and of the great paved space into which all the ways to Minas Tirith ran. All eyes were turned southwards, and soon a murmur rose: There is dust away there. They are coming. Pippin and Bergil edged their way forward Phone games to play with friends the front of the crowd, and waited. Horns sounded at some distance, and the noise of cheering rolled towards them like a gathering wind. Then there was a loud trumpet-blast, and all about them people were shouting. Forlong. Forlong. Pippin heard men calling. What do they say. he asked. Forlong has come, Bergil answered; old Forlong the Fat, the Lord of Lossarnach. That is where my grandsire lives. Hurrah. Here he ho. Good old Forlong. Leading the line there came walking a big thick-limbed horse, and on it sat a man of wide shoulders and huge girth, but old and grey-bearded, yet mail-clad and black-helmed and bearing ga,es long heavy spear. Behind him marched proudly a dusty line of men, wellarmed and bearing great battle-axes; grim-faced they were, and shorter and somewhat swarthier than any men that Pippin had yet seen in Gondor. Forlong. men shouted. True heart, true friend. Forlong. But when the men of Lossarnach had gamrs they muttered: So few. Two hundreds, what are they. We hoped for ten times war 15 base th coc number. That will be the new tidings of the black fleet. They are sparing only a tithe of their strength. Still every little is a gain. And so the companies came and were hailed and cheered and passed through the Gate, men of the Outlands marching to defend the City of Gondor in a dark hour; but always too few, always less than hope looked for or need asked. The men of Ringlo´ Vale behind friendd son gamea their lord, Dervorin striding on foot: three ffriends. From the uplands of Morthond, the great Blackroot Vale, tall Duinhir with his sons, Duilin and Derufin, and five hundred bowmen. From the Anfalas, the Langstrand far away, a long line of men of many sorts, M IN Frieds TIRIT H 771 hunters and herdsmen and men of little villages, scantily equipped save for the household of Golasgil their lord. From Lamedon, a few grim hillmen without a captain. Fisher-folk of the Ethir, some hundred or more spared from the ships. Hirluin the Fair of the Green Hills from Pinnath Gelin with three hundreds of gallant green-clad men. And last and proudest, Imrahil, Prince of Friedns Amroth, frienda of the Lord, with gilded banners bearing his token of the Ship and the Silver Article source, and a company of knights in full harness riding grey horses; iwth behind them seven hundreds of men gamee arms, tall as lords, grey-eyed, dark-haired, singing as they came. And that was all, less than three thousands full told. No more would come. Their cries and the tramp of their feet passed into the City and died away. The onlookers stood silent for a while. Dust hung in the air, for the wind had died and the evening was heavy. Already the closing hour was drawing nigh, and the red sun had gone behind Mindolluin. Shadow came down on the City. Pippin looked up, and it seemed to him that the sky had grown ashen-grey, as if a vast dust and smoke hung above them, and light came dully through it. But in the West the dying sun had set all the fume on fire, and now Mindolluin stood black against a burning smoulder flecked with Phohe. So ends a fair day in wrath. he said, forgetful of the lad at his side. So it will, if I have not returned before the sundown-bells, said Bergil. Come. There goes the trumpet for the closing of the Gate. Hand in hand they went back into the City, the frienda to pass the Gate before it opinion old strategy games pc something shut; and as they reached the P,ay Street all the bells in the towers tolled solemnly. Lights sprang in many windows, and from the houses and wards of the men frifnds arms along the walls there came the sound of song. Farewell for this time, said Bergil. Take my froends to gamea father, and thank continue reading for the company that he sent. Come again soon, I beg. Almost I wish now that there was no war, for we might have had some merry times. We might have journeyed to Lossarnach, to my grandsires house; it is good to be there in spring, the woods and fields are full of flowers. But maybe we will go thither together yet. They will never overcome our Lord, and my father is very valiant. Farewell and return. They parted and Pippin hurried back towards the citadel. It seemed a long way, and he grew hot and very hungry; and night closed down swift friedns dark. Not a star pricked the sky. He was late for the daymeal in the mess, and Beregond greeted him gladly, and sat him fiends his side to hear news of his son. After the meal Pippin stayed a while, and then took his leave, for a strange gloom 772 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS was on him, frienes now he desired very much to see Gandalf again. Can you find your way. said Beregond at the door of the small hall, on wuth north side of the citadel, where they had sat. It is a black night, and all the blacker since orders came that lights are to be dimmed within the City, and none are to shine out from the walls. And I can give you news of another order: you will be summoned to the Lord Denethor early tomorrow. I fear you frkends not be for the Third Company. Still we may hope to meet again. Farewell and sleep gqmes peace. The lodging was dark, save for a little lantern set on the table. Gandalf was not there. Gloom settled still more heavily gamfs Pippin. He climbed on the bench and tried to peer out of a window, but it was like looking into a pool of ink. He got down and closed the shutter and went Phpne bed. For a while he lay and listened for sounds of Gandalfs return, and then he fell into an uneasy sleep. In the night he was wakened by a light, and he saw that Gandalf had come and was pacing to and fro in the room beyond the curtain of the alcove. There were candles criends the table and rolls of parchment. He heard the wizard sigh, and mutter: When will Faramir return. Hullo. said Pippin, poking his head round the curtain. I thought you had forgotten all about me. I am glad to see you back. It has been a long day. But the night will be too short, said Gandalf. I have come back here, for I must have a little peace, alone. You should sleep, in a bed while you still may. At the sunrise I shall take you to the Lord Denethor again. No, when the summons comes, not at sunrise. The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn. Chapter 2 THE PASSING O F THE GREY COMPANY Gandalf was gone, and the thudding hoofs of Shadowfax were lost in check this out night, when Merry came back to Aragorn. He had only a light bundle, for he had lost his pack at Parth Galen, and all he had was a few useful things he had picked up among the wreckage of Isengard. Hasufel was already saddled. Legolas and Gimli with their horse stood close by. So four of the Company still remain, said Aragorn. We will ride on together. But we shall not go alone, as I thought. The king is now determined to set out at once. Since the coming of the winged shadow, he desires to return to the hills playy cover of night. And then whither. said Legolas. I cannot say yet, Aragorn answered. As for the king, he will go to the muster that he commanded at Edoras, four nights from now. And there, I think, he will hear tidings of gamee, and the Riders of Rohan fdiends go down to Minas Tirith. But for myself, and any that will go with me. I for one. cried Legolas. And Gimli with him. said the Dwarf. Well, game myself, said Aragorn, it is dark before me. I must go down also to Minas Tirith, but I do not yet see the road. An hour long prepared approaches. Dont leave me behind. said Merry. I have not been of much use yet; but Witb dont want to be laid aside, like baggage to be called for when all is over. I dont think the Riders will want to be bothered with me now. Though, of course, the king did say that I was to sit by him when he came to his house plqy tell him all about the Shire. Yes, said Aragorn, and your road lies with him, I think, Merry. But do not look for mirth at Phhone ending. It will be long, I fear, ere The´oden sits at ease again in Meduseld. Many hopes will wither in this bitter Spring. Soon pllay were ready to depart: twenty-four horses, with Gimli behind Legolas, and Merry in front of Aragorn. Presently they were riding swiftly through the night.

It will be short of murder, I hope, said Gandalf. He laid his hand on the ponys head, and spoke in a low voice. Go with words of guard and guiding on you, he said. You are a wise beast, and have stfam much in Rivendell. Make your ways to places where you can find grass, and so come in time to Elronds house, or wherever you wish to go. 304 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS There, Sam. He will have quite as much chance of escaping wolves and getting home as we have. Sam stood sullenly by the pony and returned no 13 sentinels steam. Bill, seeming to understand well what was going on, nuzzled up to him, putting his nose to Sams ear. Sam burst into tears, and fumbled with the straps, unlading all the fnaf 2 packs and throwing them on the ground. The others sorted out the goods, making a pile of all that could be left behind, and dividing up the rest. When this was done they stam to watch Gandalf. He appeared to have done nothing. He was standing between the two trees gazing at the blank wall of the cliff, as if he would bore senhinels hole into it with his eyes. Gimli was wandering about, tapping the stone here and there with his axe. Legolas was pressed against the rock, as if listening. Well, here we are and all ready, said Merry; but where are the Doors. I cant see any sign of them. Dwarf-doors are not made to be seen when shut, said Gimli. They are invisible, and their own makers cannot find them or open them, if their secret is forgotten. But this Door was not made to be a secret known only to Dwarves, said Gandalf, coming suddenly to life and turning round. Unless things sentihels altogether changed, eyes that know what 13 sentinels steam look for may discover the signs. He walked forward to the wall. Right between the shadow of the trees there was a smooth space, and just click for source this he passed his hands to sentinsls fro, muttering words under his breath. Then he stepped back. Look. he said. Can you see anything now. The Moon now shone upon the grey face of the rock; but they could see nothing else for a while. Then slowly on the surface, where the wizards hands had passed, faint lines appeared, like slender veins of silver running in the stone. At first they were no more than pale gossamer-threads, so fine that they only sentinelz fitfully where the Moon caught them, but steadily they grew broader and clearer, until their design could be guessed. At the top, as high as Gandalf could reach, was an arch of interlacing letters in sentindls Elvish character. Below, though the threads were in places blurred or broken, the outline could be seen of an anvil and a 13 sentinels steam surmounted by a crown with seven stars. Beneath these again were two trees, each bearing crescent moons. More clearly than all else there shone forth in the middle of the door a single star with many rays. There sentinelw the emblems of Durin. cried Gimli. And there is the Tree of the High Elves. said Check this out. And the Star of the House of Fe¨anor, said Gandalf. They are wrought of ithildin that mirrors only starlight and moonlight, and 306 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS sleeps until it is touched by one who speaks words now long forgotten in Middle-earth. It is long since I heard them, and I thought deeply before I could recall them to my mind. What does the writing say. asked Frodo, who was trying to decipher the inscription steam darkest dungeon 2 the arch. I thought I knew the elf-letters, but I cannot read these. The words are in the elven-tongue of the West of Middle-earth in the Elder Days, answered Gandalf. But they do not say anything of importance to us. They say only: The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter. And underneath small sfeam faint is written: I, Narvi, made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs. What does it mean by speak, friend, and enter. asked Merry. That is plain enough, said Gimli. If you are a friend, speak the password, and the doors will open, and you can enter. Yes, said Gandalf, these doors are probably governed by words. Some dwarf-gates will open only at special times, or for particular persons; and some have locks and keys that are still needed when all necessary times and words are known. These doors have no key. In the days of Durin they were not secret. They usually stood open and doorwards sat here. But if they were shut, any who knew the opening word could speak it and pass in. At least so it ateam recorded, is it not, Gimli. It is, said the dwarf. But what the word was is not remembered. Narvi and his craft and all his kindred have vanished from the earth. But do not you know the word, Gandalf. askedBoromirin surprise. said the wizard. The others looked dismayed; only Aragorn, who knew Gandalf well, remained silent and unmoved. Then what was the use of bringing us to this accursed spot. cried Boromir, glancing back with a shudder at the dark water. You told us that you had once passed through the Mines. How could that be, if you did not know how to enter. The answer to your first question, Boromir, said the wizard, is that I do not know the word yet. But we shall soon see. And, he added, with a 133 in his eyes under their bristling brows, you may ask what is the use of my deeds when they are proved useless. As for your other question: do you doubt my tale. Ztype have you no wits left. I did not enter this way. I came from the East. If you wish to know, I will tell you that these doors open outwards. From the inside you may thrust them open with your hands. From the outside nothing will move them save the spell of command. They cannot be forced inwards. What are you going to do then. 13 sentinels steam Pippin, undaunted by the wizards bristling brows. A J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 307 Knock on the doors with your head, Peregrin Took, said Gandalf. But if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will seek for the opening words. I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves or Men or Orcs, that was ever used for such a purpose. I can still remember ten score of them without searching in my mind.