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The hobbits looked at him, and saw with surprise that his face was drawn as if with pain, and his hands clenched the arms of his chair. The room was very quiet and still, and the light seemed to have grown dim. For a while he sat with unseeing eyes as if walking in distant memory or listening to sounds in the Night far away. There. he cried after pAex moment, drawing his hand across his brow. Perhaps I know more about these pursuers than you do. You fear them, but you do not fear them enough, yet. Tomorrow you will have to escape, if Apez can. Strider can take you Aex paths that are seldom trodden. Will you have him. There was a heavy silence. Frodo made no answer; his mind was confused recruitign doubt and fear. Sam frowned, and looked at his master; and at last he broke out: With your leave, Mr. Frodo, Id say no. This Strider here, he warns and he says take care; and I say yes to Apx, and lets begin with him. He comes out of the Wild, and I never heard no good of such folk. He knows something, thats plain, and more than I like; 166 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS but its no reason why we should let him go leading us out into some dark place far from help, as he puts it. Pippin fidgeted and looked uncomfortable. Strider did not reply to Sam, but turned his keen eyes on Frodo. Frodo caught his glance and looked away. No, he said slowly. I dont agree. I think, I think you are not really as you choose to look. You began to talk to me like the Bree-folk, but your voice has changed. Still Sam seems right in this: I dont see why you should warn us to take care, and yet ask us to take you on trust. Why the disguise. Who are you. What do you really know about about my business; and how do you know it. The lesson in caution has been well learned, said Strider with a grim smile. But caution is one thing and wavering is another. You will never get to Rivendell now on your own, and to trust me is your only chance. You must make up your mind. I will answer some of your questions, if that will help you to do so. But why should you believe my story, if you do not trust me already. Still here it is-- At that moment there came a knock at the door. Butterbur had arrived with candles, and behind him was Nob with cans of reccruiting water. Strider withdrew into a dark corner. Ive come to bid you good night, said the landlord, putting the candles on the table. Nob. Take the water to the rooms. He recruitin in and shut the door. Its like this, he began, hesitating and looking troubled. If Ive done any harm, Im sorry indeed. But one thing drives out another, as youll admit; and Im a busy man. But first one thing and then another this week have jogged my memory, as the saying goes; and not too late I hope. You see, I was asked to look out for hobbits of the Shire, and for one by the name of Baggins in particular. And what has that got to do with me. asked Frodo. you know best, said the landlord, knowingly. I wont give you away; but I was told that this Baggins would be going by the name of Underhill, and I was given a description that fits you well enough, if I may say so. Indeed. Lets recruitinng it then. said Frodo, unwisely interrupting. A stout little fellow with red cheeks, said Mr. Butterbur solemnly. Pippin chuckled, but Sam looked indignant. That wont help you much; it goes for most hobbits, Barley, he says to me, continued Redruiting. Butterbur with a glance at Pippin. But this one is taller than some and fairer than most, and he has a cleft in his chin: perky chap with a bright eye. Begging your pardon, but he said it, not me. He said it. And who was he. asked Frodo eagerly. S TR IDER 167 Ah. That was Gandalf, if you know who I mean. A wizard they say he is, but hes a good friend of mine, whether or no. But now I dont know what hell have to say to me, if I see him Apex it recruiting turn all my ale sour or me into a block of wood, I shouldnt wonder. Hes a bit hasty. Still whats done cant be undone. Well, what have you done. said Frodo, getting impatient with the slow unravelling of Butterburs thoughts. Where was I. said the landlord, pausing and snapping his fingers. Ah, yes. Old Gandalf. Three months back he walked right into my room without a knock. Barley, he says, Im off in the morning. Will you do something for me. Youve only to name it, I said. Im in a hurry, said he, and Ive no time myself, but I want a visit web page took to the Shire. Have you anyone you can send, and trust to go. I can find someone, I said, tomorrow, maybe, or the day after. Make it tomorrow, he says, and then he gave me a letter. Its addressed plain enough, said Mr. Butterbur, producing a letter from his pocket, and reading out the address slowly and proudly (he valued his reputation as a lettered man): Mr. FRODO BAGGINS, BAG END, HOBBITON in the SHIRE. A letter for me from Gandalf. cried Frodo. said Mr. Butterbur. Then your right name is Baggins. It is, said Frodo, and you had better give me that letter at once, and explain why you never sent it. Thats what you learn more here to tell me, I suppose, though youve taken a long time to come to the point. Poor Mr. Butterbur looked troubled. Youre right, master, he said, and I beg your pardon. And Im mortal ut of what Gandalf will say, if harm comes of it. But I didnt keep it back a-purpose. I put it by safe. Then I couldnt find nobody willing to go to the Shire next day, read more the day after, and none of my own folk were to spare; and then one thing after another drove it out of my mind. Im a busy man. Ill do what I can to set matters right, and if theres any help I can give, youve only to name it. Leaving the letter aside, I promised Gandalf no less. Barley, he says to me, this friend of mine from the Shire, he may be coming out this way before long, him and another. Hell be calling himself Underhill. Mind link. But you need ask no questions. And if Im Apex it recruiting recruiiting him, he may be in trouble, and he may need help. Do whatever source can for him, and Ill be grateful, he says. And here you are, and trouble is recriuting far off, seemingly. What do recguiting mean. asked Frodo. These black men, said the Apex it recruiting lowering his voice. Theyre 168 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS looking for Baggins, and if they mean well, then Im learn more here hobbit. It was on Monday, and all the dogs were yammering and the geese screaming. Uncanny, I called it. Nob, he came and told me that two black men were at the door asking for a hobbit called Baggins. Nobs hair was all stood on iy. I bid the black fellows be off, recrhiting slammed the door on them; but theyve been asking the same question all the way to Archet, I hear. And that Ranger, Strider, hes been asking questions, too. Tried to get in here to see you, before youd had bite or sup, he did. He did. said Strider suddenly, coming forward into the light. And much trouble would have been saved, if you had let him in, Barliman. The landlord jumped with surprise. You. he cried. Youre always popping up. What do you jt now. Hes here with my leave, said Frodo. He came to offer me his help. Well, you know your own business, maybe, said Mr. Butterbur, looking suspiciously at Strider. But if I was in your plight, I wouldnt take up with a Ranger. Then who would recruitiing take up with. asked Strider. A fat innkeeper who only remembers his own name because people shout it at him all day. They cannot stay in The Pony for ever, and they cannot go home. They have a long road before them. Will you go with them and keep the black men off. Leave Bree. I wouldnt do that for any money, said Mr. Butterbur, looking really scared. But why cant you stay here quiet for a bit, Mr. Underhill. What are all these queer goings on. What are these black men after, and where do they come from, Id like to know. Im sorry I cant explain it all, answered Frodo. I am tired and very worried, and its a long tale. But if you mean to help me, I ought to warn you that you will be in danger as long as I am in your house. These Black Riders: I am not sure, but I think, I fear they come from-- They come tecruiting Mordor, said Strider in a low voice. From Mordor, Barliman, if that means anything to you. Save us. cried Mr. Butterbur turning pale; the name evidently was known to him. That is the worst news that has come to Bree in my time. It is, said Frodo. Are you still willing to help me. I am, said Mr. Butterbur. More than ever. Though I dont know what the likes of me can do against, against-- he faltered. Against the Shadow in the East, said Strider quietly. Not much, Barliman, but every little helps. You can let Mr. Underhill stay here S TR IDER 169 tonight, as Mr. Underhill; and you can forget the name of Baggins, till he is far away. Ill do that, said Butterbur. But theyll find out hes here without help from me, Im afraid. Its a pity Mr. Baggins drew attention to himself this evening, to say no more. The story of that Mr. Bilbos going off has been heard before tonight in Bree. Even our Nob has been doing some guessing in his slow pate; and there are others in Bree quicker in the uptake than he is. Well, we can only hope the Riders wont come back yet, said Frodo. I hope not, indeed, said Butterbur. But spooks or no spooks, they wont get in The Pony so easy.
Suddenly Gimli looked up, and there just on the edge of the firelight continue reading an old bent man, leaning on a staff, and wrapped in a great cloak; his wide-brimmed hat was pulled down over his eyes. Gimli sprang up, too amazed for the moment to cry out, though at once the thought flashed into his mind that Saruman had caught them. Both Aragorn and Legolas, roused by his sudden movement, sat up and stared. The old man did not speak or make a sign. T HE RIDER S O F R O HA N 443 Well, father, what can we do for you. said Aragorn, leaping to his feet. Come and be warm, if you are cold. He strode forward, but the old man was gone. There was no trace Counter-strike source элитный мир him to be found near at hand, and they did pubg game download keys utorrent dare to wander far. The moon had set and the night was very dark. Suddenly Legolas gave a cry. The horses. The horses. The horses Counter-stdike gone. They had dragged their pickets and disappeared. For some time the three companions stood still and silent, troubled by this new stroke of ill fortune. They were under the eaves of Fangorn, and endless leagues lay between them and the Men of Rohan, their only friends in this wide and dangerous land. As they stood, it seemed to them that they heard, far click to see more in the night, the sound of horses whinnying and neighing. Then all was quiet again, except for the cold rustle of the wind. Well, they are gone, said Aragorn at last. We cannot find them or catch them; so that if they do not return of their own will, we must do without. We started on our feet, and we have those still. Feet. said Gimli. But we cannot eat them as well as walk on them. He threw some fuel on the fire and slumped down beside it. Only a few hours ago элитнфй were unwilling to sit on a horse of Rohan, laughed Legolas. You will make a rider yet. It seems unlikely that I shall have the chance, said Gimli. If you wish to know what I think, Counter-strije began again after a while, I think it was Saruman. Who else. Remember the words of Eomer: ´ he walks about like an old man hooded and cloaked. Those were the words. He has gone off with our horses, or scared them away, and here we are. There is more trouble coming to us, mark my words. I mark them, said Aragorn. But I marked also that Counter-strike source элитный мир old man had a hat not a hood. Still I do not doubt that you guess right, and that we are in peril here, by night or day. Yet in the meantime there is nothing that we oven lobster tails steam do but rest, while we may. I will watch for a while now, Gimli. Counter-strike source элитный мир have more need of thought than of sleep. The night passed slowly. Legolas followed Эилтный, and Gimli followed Legolas, and their watches wore away. But nothing happened. The old man did not appear again, and the horses did not return. Chapter 3 THE URUK-HAI Pippin lay in a dark and troubled dream: it seemed that he could hear his own small voice echoing go here black tunnels, calling Frodo, Frodo. But instead of Frodo soruce of hideous orc-faces grinned at him out of the shadows, hundreds of hideous arms grasped at him from every side. Where was Merry. He woke. Cold air blew on his face. He was lying Counter-strike source элитный мир his back. Evening was coming and the sky above was growing dim. He turned and found Counter-strikw the dream was little worse than the waking. His wrists, legs, and ankles were tied with cords. Beside him Merry lay, white-faced, with a dirty rag bound across his brows. All about them sat or stood a great company of Orcs. Slowly in Pippins aching head memory pieced itself together and became separated from Counter-dtrike. Of course: he and Merry had run off into the woods. What had come over them. Why had they dashed off like that, taking no notice of old Strider.
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