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His plans are far from ripe, I think, but they are ripening. We shall be hard put 9 pc it. We should be very hard put to it, even if it were not for this dreadful chance. The Enemy still lacks one thing to give him strength and knowledge to beat Popular rts games all resistance, break the last defences, and cover all the lands in a second darkness. He lacks the One Ring. The Three, fairest of all, the Elf-lords hid from him, and his hand never touched them or sullied them. Seven the Dwarf-kings possessed, but three he has recovered, and the others the dragons have consumed. Nine he gave to Mortal Men, proud and great, and so ensnared them. Long ago they fell under the dominion of the One, and they became Ringwraiths, shadows under his great Shadow, his most terrible servants. Long ago. It is many a year since the Nine walked abroad. Yet who knows. As the Shadow grows once more, they too may walk again. But come. We will not speak of such things even in the morning of the Shire. So it is now: the Nine he has gathered to himself; the Seven also, or else they are destroyed. The Three are hidden still. But that no longer troubles him. He only needs the One; for he made that Ring himself, it is his, and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it, so that he could rule all the others. If he recovers it, then he 52 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS will command them all again, wherever they be, even the Three, and all that has been wrought with them will be continue reading bare, and he will be stronger than ever. And this is the dreadful chance, Frodo. He believed that the One had perished; that the Elves had destroyed it, download igi game should have been done. But he knows now that it has not perished, that it has been found. So he is seeking it, seeking it, and all his thought check this out bent on it. It is his great hope and our great fear. Why, why wasnt it destroyed. cried Frodo. And how did the Enemy ever come to lose it, if he was so strong, and it was so precious to him. He clutched the Ring in his hand, as if he saw already dark fingers stretching out to seize it. It was taken from him, said Gandalf. The continue reading of the Elves to resist him was greater long ago; and not all Men were estranged from them. The Men of Westernesse came to their aid. That is a chapter of ancient history which it might be good to recall; for there was sorrow then too, and gathering dark, but great valour, and great deeds that were not wholly vain. One day, perhaps, I will tell you all the tale, or you shall hear it told in full by one who knows it best. But for the moment, since most of all you need to know how this thing came to you, and that will be tale enough, this is all that I will say. It was Gil-galad, Elven-king and Elendil of Westernesse who overthrew Sauron, though they themselves perished in the deed; and Isildur Elendils son cut the Ring from Saurons hand and took it for his own. Then Sauron was vanquished and his spirit fled and was hidden for long years, until his shadow took shape again in Mirkwood. But the Ring was lost. It fell into the Great River, Anduin, and vanished. For Isildur was marching north along Popular rts games east banks of the River, and near the Gladden Fields he was waylaid by the Orcs of the Mountains, and almost all his folk were slain. He leaped into the waters, but the Ring slipped from his finger as he swam, and then the Orcs saw him and killed him with arrows. Gandalf paused. And there in the dark pools amid the Gladden Fields, he said, the Ring passed out of knowledge and legend; and even so much of its history is known now only to a few, and the Council of the Wise could discover no more. But at last I can carry on the story, I think. Long after, but still very long ago, there lived by the banks of the Great River on the edge of Wilderland a clever-handed and quietfooted little people. I guess they were of hobbit-kind; akin to the fathers of the fathers of the Stoors, for they loved the River, and often swam in it, or made little boats of reeds. There was among them a T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 53 family of high repute, for it was large and wealthier than most, and it was ruled by a grandmother of the folk, stern and wise in old lore, such as they had. The most inquisitive and curious-minded of that family was called Sme´agol. He was interested in roots and beginnings; he dived into deep pools; he burrowed under trees and growing plants; he tunnelled into green mounds; and he ceased to look up at the hill-tops, or the leaves on trees, or the flowers opening in the air: his head and his eyes were downward. He had a friend called De´agol, of similar sort, sharper-eyed but not so quick and strong. On a time they took a boat and went down to the Gladden Fields, where there were great beds of iris and flowering reeds. There Sme´agol got out and went nosing about the banks but De´agol sat in the boat and fished. Suddenly a great fish took his hook, and before he knew where he was, he was dragged out and down into the water, to the bottom. Then he let go of his line, for he thought he saw something shining in the river-bed; and holding his breath he grabbed at it. Then up he came spluttering, with weeds in his hair and a handful of mud; and he swam to the bank. And behold. when he washed the mud away, there in his hand lay a beautiful golden ring; and it shone and glittered in the sun, so that his heart was glad. But Sme´agol had been watching him from behind a tree, and as De´agol gloated over the ring, Sme´agol three kingdom softly up behind. Give us that, De´agol, my love, said Sme´agol, over his friends shoulder. Why. said De´agol. Because its my birthday, my love, and I wants it, said Sme´agol. I dont care, said De´agol. I have given you a present already, more than I could afford. I found this, and Im going to keep it. Oh, are you indeed, my love, said Sme´agol; and he caught De´agol by the throat and strangled him, because the gold looked so bright and beautiful. Then he put the ring on his finger. No one ever found out what had become of De´agol; he was murdered far from home, and his body was cunningly hidden. But Sme´agol returned alone; and he found that none of his family could see him, when he was wearing the ring. He was very pleased with his discovery and he concealed it; and he used it to find out secrets, and he put his knowledge to crooked and malicious uses. He became sharp-eyed and keen-eared for all that was hurtful. The ring had given him power according to his stature. It is not to be wondered at that he became very unpopular and was shunned (when visible) by all his relations. They kicked him, and he bit their feet. He took to thieving, and going about muttering to himself, and gurgling in his throat. So they called him Gollum, and cursed him, and told him 54 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to go far away; and his grandmother, desiring peace, expelled him from the family and turned him out of her hole. He wandered in loneliness, weeping a little for the hardness of the world, and he journeyed up the River, till he came to a stream that flowed down from the mountains, and he went that way. He caught fish in deep pools with invisible fingers and ate them raw. One day learn more here was very hot, and as he was bending over a pool, he felt a burning on the back of his head, and a dazzling light from the water pained his wet eyes. He wondered at it, for he had almost forgotten about the Sun. Then for the last time he looked up and shook his fist at her. But as he lowered his eyes, he saw far ahead the tops of the Misty Mountains, out of which the stream came. And he thought suddenly: It would be cool and shady under those mountains. The Sun could not watch me there. The roots of those mountains must be roots indeed; there must be great secrets buried there which have not been discovered since the beginning. So he journeyed by night up into the highlands, and he found a little cave out of which the dark stream ran; and he wormed his way like a maggot into the heart of the hills, and vanished out of all knowledge. The Ring went into the shadows with him, and even the maker, when his power had begun to grow again, could learn nothing of it. Gollum. cried Frodo. Gollum. Do you mean that this is the very Gollum-creature that Bilbo met. How loathsome. I think it is a sad story, said the wizard, and it might have happened to others, even to some hobbits that I have known. I cant believe that Gollum was connected with hobbits, however distantly, said Frodo with some heat. What an abominable notion. It is true all the same, replied Gandalf. About their origins, at any rate, I know more than hobbits do themselves. And even Bilbos story suggests the kinship. There was a great deal in the background of their minds and memories that was very similar. They understood one another remarkably well, very much better than a hobbit would understand, say, a Dwarf, or an Orc, or even an Elf. Think of the riddles they both knew, for one thing. Yes, said Frodo. Though other folks besides hobbits ask riddles, and of much the same sort. And continue reading dont cheat. Gollum meant to cheat all the time. He was just trying to put poor Bilbo off his guard. And I daresay it amused his wickedness to start a game which might end in providing him with an easy victim, but if he lost would not hurt him. Only too true, I fear, said Gandalf. But there was something T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 55 else in https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/steam/steam-monster-hunter-rise.php, I think, which you dont see yet. Even Gollum was not wholly ruined. He had proved tougher than even one of the Wise would have guessed as a hobbit might. There was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light came through it, as through a chink in the dark: light out of the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice again, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things. But that, of course, would only make the evil part of him angrier in the end unless it could be conquered. Unless it could be cured. Gandalf sighed. Alas. there is little hope of that for him. Yet not no hope. No, not though he possessed the Ring so long, almost as far back as he can remember. For it was long since he had worn it much: in the black darkness it was seldom needed. Certainly he had never faded. He is thin and tough still. But the thing was eating up his mind, of course, and the torment had become almost unbearable. All the great secrets under the mountains had turned out to be just empty night: there was nothing more to find out, nothing worth doing, only nasty furtive eating and resentful remembering. He was altogether wretched. He hated the dark, and he hated light more: he hated everything, and the Ring most of all. What do you mean. said Frodo. Surely the Ring was his Precious and the only thing he cared for. But if he hated it, why didnt he get rid of it, or go away and leave it. You ought to begin to understand, Frodo, after all you have heard, said Gandalf. He hated it and loved it, as he hated and loved himself. He could not get rid of it. Check this out had no will left in the matter. A Ring of Power looks after itself, Frodo. It may slip off treacherously, but its keeper never abandons it. At most he plays with the idea of handing it on to someone elses care and that only at an early stage, when it first begins to grip. But as far as I know Bilbo alone in history has ever gone beyond playing, and really done it. He needed all my help, too. And even so he would never have just forsaken it, or cast it aside. It was not Gollum, Frodo, but the Ring itself that decided things. The Ring left him. What, just in time to meet Bilbo. said Frodo. Wouldnt an Orc have suited it better. It is no laughing matter, said Gandalf. Not for you. It was the strangest event in the whole history go here the Ring so far: Bilbos arrival just at that time, more info putting his hand on it, blindly, in the dark. There was more than one power at work, Frodo. The Ring was trying to get back to its master. It had slipped from Isildurs hand and betrayed him; then when a chance came it caught poor De´agol, and he was murdered; and after that Gollum, and it had devoured him. It could make no further use of him: he was too small and 56 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS mean; and as long as it stayed with him he would never leave his deep pool again. So now, when its master was awake once more and sending out his dark thought from Mirkwood, it abandoned Gollum. Only to be picked up by the most unlikely person imaginable: Bilbo from the Shire. Behind that there was something else at work, beyond any design of the Ring-maker. I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought. It is not, said Frodo. Though I am not sure that I understand you. But how have you learned all this about the Ring, and about Gollum. Do you really know it all, or are you just guessing still. Gandalf looked at Frodo, and his eyes glinted. I knew much and I have learned much, he answered. But I am not going to give an account of all my doings to you. The history of Elendil and Isildur and the One Ring is known to all the Wise. Your ring is shown to be that One Ring by the fire-writing alone, apart from any other evidence. And when did you discover that. asked Frodo, interrupting. Just now in this room, of course, answered the wizard sharply. But I expected to find it. I have come back from dark journeys and long search to make that final test. It is the last proof, and all is now only too clear. Making out Gollums part, and fitting it into the gap in the history, required some thought. I may have started with guesses about Gollum, but I am not guessing now. I know. I have seen him. You have seen Gollum. exclaimed Frodo in amazement. Yes. The obvious thing to do, of course, if one could. I tried long ago; but I have managed it at last. Then what happened after Bilbo escaped from him. Do you know that. Not so clearly. What I have told you is what Gollum was willing to tell though not, of course, in the way I have reported it. Gollum is a Popular rts games, and you have to sift his words. For instance, he called the Ring his birthday-present, and he stuck to that. He said it came from his grandmother, who had lots of beautiful things of that kind. A ridiculous story. I have no doubt that Sme´agols grandmother was a matriarch, a great person in her way, but to talk of her possessing many Elven-rings was absurd, and as for giving them away, it was a lie. But a lie with a grain of truth. The murder of De´agol haunted Gollum, and he had made up a defence, repeating it to his Precious over and over again, as he gnawed bones in the dark, until he almost believed it. It was his birthday. De´agol ought to have given the ring to him. It had obviously T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 57 turned up just so as to be a present. It was his birthday-present, and so on, and on. I endured him as long as I could, but the truth was desperately important, and in the end I had to be harsh. I put the fear of fire on him, and wrung the true story out of him, bit by bit, together with much snivelling and snarling. He thought he was misunderstood and ill-used. But when he had at last told me his history, as far as the end of the Riddle-game and Bilbos escape, he would not say any more, except in dark hints. Some other fear was on him greater than mine. He muttered that he was going to get his own back. People would see if he would stand being kicked, and driven into a hole and then robbed. Gollum had good friends now, good friends and very strong. They would help him. Baggins would pay for it. That was his chief thought. He hated Bilbo and cursed his name. What is more, he knew where he came from. But how did he find that out. asked Frodo. Well, as for the name, Bilbo very foolishly told Gollum himself; and after that it would not be difficult to discover his country, once Gollum came out. Oh yes, he came out. His longing for the Ring proved stronger than his fear of the Orcs, or even of the light. After a year or two he left the mountains. You see, though still bound by desire of it, the Ring was no longer devouring him; he began to revive a little. He felt old, terribly old, yet less timid, and he was mortally hungry. Light, light of Sun and Moon, he still feared and hated, and he always will, I think; but he was cunning. He found he could hide from daylight and moonshine, and make his way swiftly and softly by dead of night with his pale cold eyes, and catch small frightened or Popular rts games things. He grew stronger and bolder with new food and new air. He found his way into Mirkwood, as one would expect. Is that where you found him. asked Here. I saw him there, answered Gandalf, but before that he had wandered far, following Bilbos trail. It was difficult to learn anything from him for certain, for his talk was constantly interrupted by curses and threats. What had it got in its pocketses. he said. It wouldnt say, no precious. Little cheat. Not a fair question. It cheated first, it did. It broke the rules. We ought to have squeezed it, yes precious. And we will, precious. That is a sample of his talk. I dont suppose you want any more. I had weary days of it. But from hints dropped among the snarls I gathered that his padding feet had taken him at last to Esgaroth, and even to the streets of Dale, listening secretly and peering. Well, the news of the great events went far and wide in Wilderland, and many had heard Bilbos name and knew where he came from. We 58 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS had made no secret of our return journey to his home in the West. Gollums sharp ears would soon learn what he wanted. Then why didnt he track Bilbo further. asked Frodo. Why didnt he come to the Shire. Ah, said Gandalf, now we come to it. I think Gollum tried to.
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