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He cried. Did I not say to you: if you pass the doors of Moria, beware. Alas that I spoke true. What hope have we without you. He turned to the Company. We must do without hope, he said. At least we may yet be avenged. Let us gird ourselves and weep no more. Come. We have a long road, and much to do. They rose and looked about them. Northward the dale ran up into a glen of shadows between two great arms of the mountains, above which three white peaks were shining: Celebdil, Fanuidhol, Caradhras, the Mountains of Moria. At the head of the glen a torrent flowed like a white lace over an endless ladder of short falls, and a mist of foam hung in the air about the mountains feet. Yonder is the Dimrill Stair, said Aragorn, pointing to the falls. Down the deep-cloven way that climbs beside the torrent we should have come, if fortune had been kinder. Or Caradhras less cruel, said Gimli. There he stands smiling in the sun. He shook his fist at the furthest of the snow-capped peaks and turned away. To the east the outflung arm of the mountains marched to a sudden end, and far lands could be descried beyond them, wide and vague. To the south the Misty Mountains receded endlessly as far as sight could reach. Less than a mile away, and a little below them, for they still stood high up on the west side of the dale, there lay a mere. It was long and oval, shaped like a great spear-head thrust deep into the northern glen; but its southern end was beyond the shadows under the sunlit sky. Yet its waters were dark: a deep blue like clear evening sky seen from a lamp-lit room. Its face was still and unruffled. About it lay a smooth sward, shelving down on all sides to its bare unbroken rim. There lies the Mirrormere, deep Kheled-zaˆram. said Gimli sadly. I remember that he said: May you have joy of the sight. But we cannot linger there. Now long shall I journey ere I have joy again. It is I that must hasten away, and he that must remain. The Company now went down the road from the Gates. It was rough and broken, fading to a winding track between heather and whin that thrust amid the cracking stones. But still it could be seen 334 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS that once long ago a great paved way had wound upwards from the lowlands to the Dwarf-kingdom. In places there were ruined works of stone beside the path, and mounds of green topped with slender birches, or fir-trees sighing in the wind. An eastward bend led them hard by the sward of Mirrormere, and there not far from the roadside stood a single column broken at the top. That is Durins Stone. cried Gimli. I cannot pass without turning aside for a moment to look at the wonder of the dale. Be swift then. said Aragorn, looking back towards the Gates. The Sun sinks early. The Orcs will not, maybe, come out till after dusk, but we must be far away before nightfall. The Moon is almost spent, and it will be dark tonight. Come with me, Frodo. cried the dwarf, springing from the road. I would not have you go without seeing Kheled-zaˆram. He ran down the long green slope. Frodo followed slowly, drawn by the still blue water in spite of hurt and weariness; Sam came up behind. Beside the standing stone Gimli halted and looked up. It was cracked and weather-worn, and the faint runes upon its side could not be read. This pillar marks the spot where Durin first looked in the Mirrormere, said the dwarf. Let us look ourselves once, ere we go. They stooped over the dark water. At first they could see nothing. Then slowly they saw the forms of the encircling mountains mirrored in a profound blue, and the peaks were like plumes of white flame above them; beyond there was a space of sky. There like jewels sunk in the deep shone glinting stars, though sunlight was in the sky above. Of their own stooping forms no shadow could be seen. O Kheled-zaˆram fair and wonderful. said Gimli. There lies the Crown of Durin till he wakes. Farewell. He bowed, and turned away, and hastened back up the greensward to the road again. What did you see. said Pippin to Sam, but Sam was too deep in thought to answer. The road now turned south and went quickly downwards, running out from between the arms of the Apex legends mobile pc. Some way below the mere they came on a deep well of water, clear as crystal, from which a freshet fell over a stone lip and ran glistening and gurgling down a steep rocky channel. Here is the spring from which the Silverlode rises, said Gimli. Do not drink of it. It is icy cold. Soon it becomes a swift river, and it gathers water from many other mountain-streams, said Aragorn. Our road leads beside it for many miles. For I shall take you by the road that Gandalf chose, and Apex legends mobile pc I hope to come to the woods where the Silverlode flows into the L O T HL O´ R IEN 335 Great River out yonder. They looked as he pointed, and before them they could see the stream leaping down to the trough of the valley, and then running on and away into the lower lands, until it was lost in a golden haze. There lie the woods of Lothlo´rien. said Legolas. That is the fairest of all the dwellings of my people. There are no trees like the trees of that land. For in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. Not till the spring comes and the new green opens do they fall, and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood is golden, and golden is the roof, and its pillars are of silver, for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey. So still our songs in Mirkwood say. My heart would be glad if I were beneath the eaves of that wood, and it were springtime. My heart will be glad, even in the winter, said Aragorn. But it lies many miles away. Let us hasten. For some time Frodo and Sam managed to keep up with the others; but Aragorn was leading them at a great pace, and after a while they lagged behind. They had eaten nothing since the early morning. Sams cut was burning like fire, and his head felt light. In spite of the shining sun the wind seemed chill after the warm darkness of Moria. He shivered. Frodo felt every step more painful and he gasped here breath. At last Legolas turned, and seeing them now far behind, he spoke to Aragorn. The others halted, and Aragorn ran back, calling to Boromir to come with him. I am sorry, Frodo. he cried, full of concern. So much has happened this day and we have such need of haste, that I have forgotten that you were hurt; and Sam too. You should have spoken. We have done nothing to ease you, as we ought, though all the orcs of Moria were after us. Come now. A little further on there is a place where we can rest for a little. There I will do what I can for you. Come, Boromir. We will carry them. Soon afterwards they came upon another stream that ran down from the west, and joined its bubbling water with the hurrying Silverlode. Together they plunged over a fall read article green-hued stone, and foamed down into a dell. About it stood fir-trees, short and bent, and its sides were steep and clothed with harts-tongue and shrubs of whortle-berry. At the bottom there was a level space through which the stream flowed noisily over shining pebbles. Here they rested. It was now nearly three hours after noon, and they had come only a few miles from the Gates. Already the sun was westering. While Gimli and the two younger hobbits kindled a fire of brushand fir-wood, and drew water, Aragorn tended Sam and Frodo. Sams 336 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS wound was not deep, but it looked ugly, and Aragorns face was grave as he examined it. After a moment he looked up with relief. Good luck, Sam. he said. Many have received worse than this in payment for the slaying of their first orc. The cut is not poisoned, as the wounds of orc-blades too often are. It should heal well when I have tended it. Bathe it when Gimli has heated water. He opened his pouch and drew out some withered leaves. They are dry, and some of their virtue has gone, he said, but here I have still some of the leaves of athelas that I gathered near Weathertop. Crush one in the water, and wash the wound clean, and I will bind it. Now it is your turn, Frodo. I am all right, said Frodo, reluctant to have his garments touched. Go here I needed was some food and a little rest. said Aragorn. We must have a look and see what the hammer and the anvil have done to you. I still marvel that you are alive at all. Gently he stripped off Frodos old jacket and worn tunic, and gave a gasp of wonder. Then he laughed. The silver corslet shimmered before his eyes like the light upon a rippling sea. Carefully he took it off and held it up, and the gems on it glittered like stars, and the sound of the shaken rings was like the tinkle of rain in a pool. Look, my friends. he called. Heres a pretty hobbit-skin to wrap an elven-princeling in. If it were known that hobbits had such hides, all the hunters of Middle-earth would be riding to the Shire. And all the arrows of all the hunters in the world would be in vain, said Gimli, gazing at the mail in wonder. It is a mithril-coat. Mithril. I have never seen or heard tell of one so fair. Is this the coat that Gandalf spoke of. Then he undervalued it. But it was well given. I have often wondered what you and Bilbo were doing, so close in his little room, said Merry. Bless the old hobbit. I love him more than ever. I hope we get a chance of telling him about it. There was a dark and blackened bruise on Frodos right side and breast. Under the mail there was a shirt of soft leather, but at one point the rings had been driven through it into the flesh. Frodos left side also was scored and bruised where he had been hurled against the wall. While the others set the food ready, Aragorn bathed the hurts with water in which athelas was steeped. The pungent fragrance filled the dell, and all those who stooped over the steaming water felt refreshed and strengthened. Soon Frodo felt the pain leave him, and his breath grew easy: though he was stiff and sore to the touch for many days. Aragorn bound some soft pads of cloth at his side. The mail is marvellously light, he said. Put it on again, if you can bear it. My heart is glad to know that you have such a coat. Do L O T HL O´ R IEN 337 not lay it aside, even in sleep, unless fortune brings you where you are safe for a while; and that will seldom chance while your quest lasts. When they had eaten, the Company got ready to go on. They put out the fire and hid all traces of it. Then climbing out of the dell they took to the road again. They had not gone far before the sun sank behind the westward heights and great shadows crept down the mountain-sides. Dusk veiled their feet, and mist rose in the hollows. Away in the east the evening light lay pale upon the dim lands of distant plain and wood. Sam and Frodo now feeling eased and greatly refreshed were able to go at a fair pace, and with only one brief halt Aragorn led the Company on for nearly three more hours. It was dark. Deep night had fallen. There were many clear click the following article, but the fast-waning moon would not be seen till late. Gimli and Frodo were at the rear, walking softly and not speaking, listening for any sound upon the road behind. At length Gimli broke the silence. Not a sound but the wind, he said. There are no goblins near, or my ears are made of wood. It is to be hoped that the Orcs will be content with driving us from Moria. And maybe that was all their purpose, and click at this page had nothing else to do with us with the Ring. Though Orcs will often pursue foes for many leagues into the plain, if they have a fallen captain to avenge. Frodo did not answer. He looked at Sting, and the blade was dull. Yet he had heard something, or thought he had. As soon as the shadows had fallen about them and the road behind was dim, he had heard again the quick patter of feet. Even now he heard it. He turned swiftly. There were two tiny gleams of light behind, or for a moment he thought 1.5 stardew mobile valley saw them, but at once they slipped aside and vanished. Think, coin4free clash of clans opinion is it. said the dwarf. I dont know, answered Frodo. I thought I heard feet, and I thought I saw a light like eyes. I have thought so often, since we first entered Moria. Gimli halted and stooped to the ground. I hear nothing but the night-speech of plant and stone, he said. Come. Let us hurry. The others are out of sight. The night-wind blew chill up the valley to meet them. Before them a wide grey shadow loomed, and they heard an endless rustle of leaves like poplars in the breeze. Lothlo´rien. cried Legolas. Lothlo´rien. We have come to the eaves of the Golden Wood. Alas that it is winter. Under the night the trees stood tall before them, arched over the road and stream that ran suddenly beneath their spreading boughs. 338 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS In the dim light of the stars their stems were grey, and their quivering leaves a hint of fallow gold. Lothlo´rien. said Aragorn. Glad I am to hear again the wind in the trees. We are still little more than five leagues from the Gates, but we can go no further. Here let us hope that the virtue of the Elves will keep us tonight from the peril that comes behind. Click here Elves indeed still dwell here in the darkening world, said Gimli. It is long since any of my own folk journeyed hither back to the land whence we wandered in ages long ago, said Legolas, but we hear that Lo´rien is not yet deserted, for there is a secret power here that holds evil from the land. Nevertheless its folk are seldom seen, and maybe they dwell now deep in the woods and far from the northern border. Indeed deep in the wood they dwell, said Aragorn, and sighed as if some memory stirred in him. We must fend for ourselves tonight. We will go forward a short way, until the trees are all about us, and then we will turn aside from the path and seek a place to rest in. He stepped forward; but Boromir stood irresolute and did not follow. Is there no other way. he said. What other fairer way would you desire. said Aragorn. A plain road, though it led through a hedge of swords, said Boromir. By strange paths has this Company been led, and so far to evil fortune. Against my will we passed under the shades of Moria, to our loss. And now we must enter the Golden Wood, you say. But of that perilous land we have heard in Gondor, and it is said that few come out who once go in; and click that few none have escaped unscathed. Say not unscathed, but if you say unchanged, then maybe you will speak the truth, said Aragorn. But lore wanes in Gondor, Boromir, if in the city of those who once were wise they now speak evil of Lothlo´rien. Believe what you will, there is no other way for us unless you would go back to Moria-gate, or scale the pathless mountains, or swim the Great River all alone. Then lead on. said Boromir. But it is perilous. Perilous indeed, said Aragorn, fair and perilous; but only evil need fear it, or those who bring some evil with them. Follow me. They had gone little more than a mile into the forest when they came upon another stream flowing down swiftly from the tree-clad slopes that climbed back westward towards the mountains. They heard it splashing over a fall away among the shadows on their right. Its dark hurrying waters ran across the path before them, and joined the Silverlode in a swirl of dim pools among the roots of trees. Here is Nimrodel. said Legolas. Of this stream the Silvan Elves L O T HL O´ R IEN 339 made many songs long ago, and still we sing them in the North, remembering the rainbow on its falls, and the golden flowers that floated in its foam. All is dark now and just click for source Bridge of Nimrodel is broken down. I will bathe my feet, for it is said that the visit web page is healing to the weary. He went forward and climbed down the deepcloven bank and stepped into the stream. Follow me. he cried. The water is not deep. Let us wade across. On the further bank we can rest, and the sound of the falling water may bring us sleep and forgetfulness of grief. One by one they climbed down and followed Legolas. For a moment Frodo stood near the brink and let the water flow over his tired feet. It was cold but its touch was clean, and as he went on and it mounted to his knees, he felt that the stain of travel and all weariness was washed from his limbs. When all the Company had crossed, they sat and rested and ate a little food; and Legolas told them tales of Lothlo´rien that the Elves of Mirkwood still kept in their hearts, of sunlight and starlight upon the meadows by the Great River before the world was grey. At length a silence fell, and they heard the music of the waterfall running sweetly in the shadows. Almost Frodo fancied that he could hear a voice singing, mingled with the sound of the water. Do you hear the voice of Nimrodel. asked Legolas. I will sing you a song of the maiden Nimrodel, who bore the same name as the stream beside which she lived long ago. It is a fair song in our woodland tongue; but this is how it runs in the Westron Speech, as some in Rivendell now sing it. In a soft voice hardly to be heard amid the rustle of the leaves above them he began: An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day: Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, Her shoes of silver-grey. A star was bound upon her brows, A light was on her hair As sun upon the golden boughs In Lo´rien the Apex legends mobile pc. Her hair was long, her limbs were white, And fair she was and free; And in the wind she went as light As leaf of linden-tree. 340 THE LORD O F THE RINGS Beside the falls of Nimrodel, By water clear and cool, Her voice as falling silver fell Into the shining pool. Where now she wanders none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed. The elven-ship in haven grey Beneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many a day Beside the roaring sea. A wind by night in Northern lands Arose, and loud it cried, And drove the ship from elven-strands Across the streaming tide. When dawn came dim the land was lost, The mountains sinking grey Beyond the heaving waves that tossed Their plumes of blinding spray. Amroth beheld the fading shore Now low beyond the swell, And cursed the faithless ship that bore Him far from Nimrodel. Of old he was an Elven-king, A lord of tree and glen, When golden were the boughs in spring In fair Lothlo´rien. From helm to sea they saw him leap, As arrow from the string, And dive into the water deep, As mew upon the wing.

Ugh. How I do hate looking down from a height. But lookings better than climbing. All the same, said Frodo, I think we could climb here; and I think we shall have to try. See the rock is quite different from what it was Azino few miles back. It has slipped and cracked. The outer fall was indeed no longer sheer, but sloped outwards a little. It looked like https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/for/memory-games-for-adults.php great rampart or sea-wall whose foundations had shifted, so that its courses were all twisted and disordered, leaving great fissures and long slanting edges that were in places almost as wide as stairs. And if were going to try and get down, we had better try at once. Its getting dark early. Azino think theres a storm coming. The smoky blur of the mountains in the East was lost in a deeper blackness that was already reaching out westwards with long arms. There was a distant mutter of thunder borne on the rising breeze. Frodo sniffed the air and looked up doubtfully at the sky. He strapped his belt outside his cloak and tightened it, and settled his light pack on his back; then he stepped towards the edge. Im going to try it, he said. Very good. said Sam gloomily. But Im going first. You. said Frodo. Whats made you change your mind about climbing. I havent changed my mind. But its only sense: put the one lowest as is most likely to slip. I dont want to come down atop of you and knock you off no sense in killing two with one fall. Before Frodo could stop him, he sat down, swung his legs over the brink, and twisted round, scrabbling with his toes for a foothold. It is doubtful if he ever did anything braver in cold blood, or more unwise. No, no. Sam, you old ass. said Frodo. Youll kill yourself for certain, going over like that without even a look to see what to make T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 607 for. Come back. He took Sam under the armpits and hauled him up again. Now, wait a bit and be patient. he said. Then he lay on the ground, leaning out and looking down; but the light seemed to be fading quickly, although the sun had not yet set. I think we could manage this, he said presently. I could at any rate; and you could too, if you kept your head and followed me carefully. I dont know how you can be so sure, said Sam. Why. You cant see to the bottom in this light. What if you comes to a place where theres nowhere to put your feet or your hands. Climb back, I suppose, said Frodo. Easy said, objected Sam. Better wait till morning and more light. Not if I can help it, said Frodo with a sudden strange vehemence. I grudge every hour, every minute. Im going down to try it out. Dont you follow till I come back or call. Gripping the stony lip of the fall 2100 android warzone his fingers he let himself gently down, until when his arms were almost at full stretch, his toes found a ledge. One step down. he said. And this ledge broadens out to the right. I could stand there without a hold. Ill-- his words were cut short. Go here hurrying darkness, now gathering great speed, rushed up from the East and swallowed the sky. There was a dry Azino crack of thunder right overhead. Searing lightning smote down into the hills. Then came a blast of savage wind, and with it, mingling with its roar, there came a high shrill shriek. The hobbits had heard just such a cry far away in the Marish as they fled from Hobbiton, Azino even there in the woods of the Shire it had frozen their blood. Out here in the waste its terror was far greater: it pierced them with cold blades of horror and despair, stopping heart and Azino. Sam fell flat on his face. Involuntarily Frodo loosed his hold and put his hands over his head and ears. He swayed, slipped, and slithered downwards with a wailing cry. Sam heard him and crawled with an effort to the edge. Master, master. he called. Master. He heard no answer. He found he was shaking all over, but he gathered his breath, and once again he shouted: Master. The wind seemed to blow his voice back into his throat, but as it passed, roaring Azino the gully and away over the hills, a faint answering cry came to his ears: All right, all right. Im here. But I cant see. Frodo was calling with a weak voice.