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There is nothing more that I can do in the wilderness; and it is Apex network troy because of his wound that I am so anxious to press on. But I agree that we can go no further tonight. What is the matter with my master. asked Sam in a low voice, looking appealingly at Strider. His wound was small, and it is already closed. Theres nothing to be seen but a cold white mark on his shoulder. Frodo has been touched by the weapons of the Enemy, said Strider, and there is some poison or evil at work that is beyond my skill to drive out. But do not give up hope, Sam. 204 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Night was cold up on the high ridge. They lit a small fire down under the gnarled roots of an old pine, here hung over a shallow pit: it looked as if stone had once been quarried there. They sat huddled together. The wind blew chill through the pass, and they heard the tree-tops lower down moaning and sighing. Frodo lay half in a dream, imagining that endless dark wings were sweeping by above him, and that on the wings rode pursuers that sought him in all the hollows of the hills. The morning dawned bright and fair; the air was clean, and the light pale and clear in a rain-washed sky. Their hearts were encouraged, but they longed for the sun to steam on download no game rust their cold stiff limbs. As soon as it was light, Strider took Merry with him and went to survey fallout new vegas best mr house country from the height to the east of the pass. The sun had risen and was shining brightly when he returned with more comforting news. They were now going more or less in the right direction. If they went on, down the further side of the ridge, they would have the Mountains on their left. Some way ahead Strider had caught a glimpse of the Loudwater again, and he knew that, though it was hidden from view, the Road to the Ford was not far from the River and lay on the side nearest to them. We must make for the Road again, he said. We cannot hope to find a path through these hills. Whatever danger may beset it, the Road is our only way to the Ford. As soon as they had eaten they set out again. They climbed slowly down the southern side of the ridge; but the way was much easier than they had expected, for the slope was far less steep on this side, and before long Frodo was able to ride again. Bill Fernys poor old pony was developing an unexpected talent for picking out a path, and for sparing its rider as many jolts as possible. Strike global offensive for mac spirits of the party rose again. Even Frodo felt better in the morning light, but every now and again a mist seemed to obscure his sight, and he passed his hands over his eyes. Pippin was a little ahead of the others. Suddenly he turned round and called to them. There is a path here. he cried. When they came up with him, they saw that he had made no mistake: there were clearly the beginnings of a path, that climbed with many windings out of the woods below and faded away on the hill-top behind. In places it was now faint and overgrown, or choked with fallen stones and trees; but at Apex network troy time it seemed to have been much used. It was a path made by strong arms and heavy feet. Here and there old trees had been cut or broken down, and large rocks cloven or heaved aside to make a way. They followed the track for some while, for it offered much the F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 205 easiest way down, but they went cautiously, and their anxiety increased as they came into the dark woods, and the path grew plainer and broader. Suddenly coming out of a belt of fir-trees it ran steeply down a slope, and turned sharply to the left round the corner of a rocky shoulder of the hill. When they came to the corner they looked round and saw that the path ran on over a level strip under the face of a low cliff overhung with trees. In the stony wall there was a door hanging crookedly ajar upon one great hinge. Outside the door they all halted. There was a cave or rock-chamber behind, but in the gloom inside nothing could be seen. Strider, Sam, and Merry pushing with all their strength managed to open the door a little wider, and then Strider and Merry went in. They did not go far, for on the floor lay many old bones, and nothing else was to be seen near the entrance except some great empty jars and broken pots. Surely this is a troll-hole, if ever there was one. said Pippin. Come out, you two, and let us get away. Now we know who made the path and we had better get off it quick. There is no need, I think, said Strider, coming out. It is certainly a troll-hole, but it seems to have been long forsaken. I dont think we need be afraid. But let us go on down warily, and we shall see. The path went on again from the door, and turning to the right again across the level space plunged down a thick wooded slope. Pippin, not liking to show Strider that he was still afraid, went on ahead with Merry. Sam and Strider came behind, one on each side of Frodos pony, for the path was now broad enough for four or five hobbits to walk abreast. But they had not gone very far before Pippin came running back, followed by Merry. They both looked terrified. There are trolls. Pippin panted. Down in a clearing in the woods not far below. We got a sight of them through the tree-trunks. They are very large. We will come and look at them, said Strider, picking up a stick. Frodo said nothing, but Sam looked scared. The sun was now high, and it shone down through the halfstripped branches of the trees, and lit the clearing with bright patches of light. They halted suddenly on the edge, and peered through the tree-trunks, holding their breath. There stood the trolls: three large trolls. One was stooping, and the other two stood staring at him. Strider walked forward unconcernedly. Get up, old stone. he said, and broke his stick upon the stooping troll. Nothing happened. There was a gasp of astonishment from the hobbits, and then even Frodo laughed. Well. he said. We are forgetting our family history. These must be the very three that were caught 206 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS by Gandalf, quarrelling over the right way to cook thirteen dwarves and one hobbit. I had no idea we were anywhere near the place. said Pippin. He knew the story well. Bilbo and Frodo had told it often; but as a matter of fact he had never more than half believed it. Even now he looked at the stone trolls with suspicion, wondering if some magic might not suddenly bring them to life again. You are forgetting not only your family history, but all you ever knew about trolls, said Strider. It is broad daylight with a bright sun, and yet you come back trying to scare me with a tale of live trolls waiting for us in this glade. In any case you might have noticed that one of them has an old birds nest behind his ear. That would be a most unusual ornament for a live troll. They all laughed. Frodo felt his spirits reviving: the reminder of Bilbos first successful adventure was heartening. The sun, too, was warm and comforting, and the mist before his eyes seemed to be lifting a little. They rested for some time in the glade, and took their mid-day meal right under the shadow of the trolls large legs. Wont somebody give us a bit of a song, while the sun is high. said Merry, when they had finished. We havent had a song or a tale for days. Not since Weathertop, said Frodo. The others looked at him. Dont worry about me. he added. I feel much better, but I dont think I could sing. Perhaps Sam could dig something out here his memory. Come on, Sam. said Merry. Theres more stored in your head than you let on about. I dont know about that, said Sam. But how would this suit. It aint what I call proper poetry, if here understand me: just a bit of nonsense. But these old images here brought it to my mind. Standing up, with his hands behind his back, as if he was at school, he began to sing to an old tune. Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to click to see more by. Done by. Gum by. In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by. Up came Tom with his big boots on. Said he to Troll: Pray, what is yon. For it looks like the shin o my nuncle Tim, FLIGHT T O THE FORD 207 As should be a-lyin in graveyard. Caveyard. Paveyard. This many a year has Tim been gone, And I thought he were lyin in graveyard. My lad, said Troll, this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole. Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o lead, Afore I found his shinbone. Tinbone. Thinbone. He can spare a share for a poor old troll, For he dont need his shinbone. Said Tom: I dont see why the likes o thee Without axin leave should go makin free With the shank or the shin o my fathers kin; So hand the old bone over. Rover. Trover. Though dead he be, it belongs to he; So hand the old bone over. For a couple o pins, says Troll, and grins, Ill eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. A bit o fresh meat will go down sweet. Ill try my teeth on thee click here. Hee now. See now. Im tired o gnawing old bones and skins; Ive a mind to dine on thee now. But just as he thought his dinner was caught, He found his hands had hold of naught. Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind And gave him the boot to larn him. Warn him. Darn him. A bump o the boot on the seat, Tom thought, Would be the way to larn him. But harder than stone is the flesh and bone Of a troll that sits in the hills alone. As well set your boot to the mountains root, For the seat of a troll dont feel it. Peel it. Heal it. Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan, And he knew his toes could feel it. 208 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Toms leg is click to see more, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Troll dont care, and hes still there With the bone he boned from its owner. Doner. Boner. Trolls old seat is still the same, And the bone he boned from its owner. Well, thats a warning to us all. laughed Merry. It is as well you used a stick, and not your hand, Strider. Where did you come by that, Sam. asked Pippin. Ive never heard those words before. Sam muttered something inaudible. Its out of his own head, of course, said Frodo. I am learning a lot about Sam Gamgee on this journey. First he was a conspirator, now hes a jester. Hell end up by becoming a wizard or a warrior. I hope not, said Sam. I dont want to be neither. In the afternoon they went on down the woods. They were probably following the very track that Gandalf, Bilbo, and the dwarves had used many years before. After a few miles they came out on the top of a high bank above the Road. At this point the Road had left the Hoarwell far behind in its narrow valley, and now clung close to the feet of the hills, rolling Apex network troy winding eastward among woods and heather-covered slopes towards the Ford and the Mountains. Not far down the bank Strider pointed out a stone in the grass. On it roughly cut and now much weathered could still be seen dwarf-runes and secret marks. There. said Merry. That must be the stone that marked the place where the trolls gold was hidden. How much is left of Bilbos share, I wonder, Frodo. Frodo looked at the stone, and wished that Bilbo had brought home no treasure more perilous, nor less easy to part with. None at all, he said. Bilbo gave it all away. He told me he did not feel it was really his, as it came from robbers. The Road lay quiet under the long shadows of early evening. There was no sign of any other travellers to be seen. As there was now no other possible course for them to take, they climbed down the bank, and turning left went off as fast as they could. Soon a shoulder of the hills cut off the light of the fast westering sun. A cold wind flowed down to meet them from the mountains ahead. They were beginning to look out for a place off the Road, where they could camp for the night, when they heard a sound that brought F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 209 sudden fear back into their hearts: the noise of hoofs behind them. They looked back, but they could not see far because of the many windings and rollings of the Road. As quickly as they could they scrambled off the beaten way and up into the deep heather and bilberry brushwood on the slopes above, until they came to a small patch of thick-growing hazels. As they peered out from among the bushes, they could see the Road, faint and grey in the failing light, some thirty feet below them. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. They were going fast, with a light clippety-clippety-clip. Then faintly, as if it was blown away from them by the breeze, they seemed to catch a dim ringing, as of small bells tinkling. That does not sound like a Black Riders horse. said Frodo, listening intently. The other hobbits agreed hopefully that it did not, but they all remained full of suspicion. They had been in fear of pursuit for so long that any sound from behind seemed ominous and unfriendly. But Strider was now leaning forward, stooped to the ground, with a hand to his ear, and a look of joy on his face. The light faded, and the leaves on the bushes rustled softly. Clearer and nearer now the bells jingled, and clippety-clip came the quick trotting feet. Suddenly into view below came a white horse, gleaming in the shadows, running swiftly. In the dusk its headstall flickered and flashed, as if it were studded with gems like living stars. The riders cloak streamed behind him, and his hood was thrown back; his golden hair flowed shimmering in the wind of his speed. To Frodo it appeared that a white light was shining through the form and raiment of the rider, as if through a thin veil. Strider sprang from hiding and dashed down towards the Road, leaping with a cry through the heather; but even before he had moved or called, the rider had reined in his horse and halted, looking up towards the thicket where they stood. When he saw Strider, he dismounted and ran to meet him calling out: Ai na vedui Du´nadan. Mae govannen. His speech and clear ringing voice left no doubt in their hearts: the rider was of the Elven-folk. No others that dwelt in the wide world had voices so fair to hear. But there seemed to be a note of haste or fear in his call, and they saw that he was now speaking quickly and urgently to Strider. Soon Strider beckoned to them, and the hobbits left the bushes and hurried down to the Road. This is Glorfindel, who dwells in the house of Elrond, said Strider. Hail, and well met at last. said the Elf-lord to Frodo. I was sent from Rivendell to look for you. We feared that you were in danger upon the road. Then Gandalf has reached Rivendell. cried Frodo joyfully. He had not when I departed; but that was nine days ago, 210 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS answered Glorfindel. Elrond received news that troubled him. Some of my kindred, journeying in your land beyond the Baranduin, learned that things were amiss, and sent messages as swiftly as they could. They said that the Nine were abroad, and that you were astray bearing a great burden without guidance, for Gandalf had not returned. There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; but such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south. It was thought that you might turn far aside to avoid pursuit, and become lost in the Wilderness. It was my lot to take the Road, and I came to the Bridge of Mitheithel, and left a token there, nigh on seven days ago. Three of the servants of Sauron were upon the Bridge, but they withdrew and I pursued them westward. I came also upon two others, but they turned away southward. Since then I have searched for your trail. Two days ago I found go here, and followed it over the Bridge; and today I marked where you descended from the hills again. But come. There is no time for further news. Since you are here we must risk the peril of the Road and go. There are five behind us, and when they find your trail upon the Road they will ride after us like the wind. And they are not all. Where the other four may be, I do not know. I fear that we may find the Ford is already held against us. Call duty demo queue Glorfindel was speaking the shades of evening deepened. Frodo felt a great weariness come over him. Ever since the sun began to sink the mist before his eyes had darkened, and he felt that a shadow was coming between him and the faces of his friends. Now pain assailed him, and he felt cold. He swayed, clutching at Sams arm. My master is sick and wounded, said Sam angrily. He cant go on riding after nightfall. He needs rest. Glorfindel caught Frodo as he sank to the ground, and taking him gently in his arms he looked in his face with grave anxiety. Briefly Strider told of the attack on their camp under Weathertop, and of the deadly knife. He drew out the hilt, which he had kept, and handed it to the Elf. Glorfindel shuddered as he took it, but he looked intently at it. There are evil things written on this hilt, he said; though maybe your eyes cannot see them. Keep it, Aragorn, till we reach the house of Elrond. But be wary, and handle it as little as you may. Alas. the wounds of this weapon are beyond my skill to heal. I will do what I can but all the more do I urge you now to go on without rest. He searched the wound on Frodos shoulder with his fingers, and The Brandywine River. F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 211 his face grew graver, as if what he learned disquieted him. But Frodo felt the chill lessen in his side and arm; a little warmth crept down from his shoulder to his hand, and the pain grew easier. The dusk of evening seemed to grow lighter about him, as if a cloud had been withdrawn. He saw his friends faces more clearly again, and a measure of new hope and strength returned. You shall ride my horse, replacement joystick covers for nintendo switch Glorfindel. I will shorten the stirrups up to the saddle-skirts, and you must sit as tight as you can. But you need not fear: my horse will not let any rider fall that I command him to bear. His pace is light and smooth; and if danger presses too near, he will bear call of duty all game list new away with a speed that even the black steeds of the enemy cannot rival. No, he will not. said Frodo. I shall not ride him, if I am to be carried off to Rivendell or anywhere else, leaving my friends behind in danger. Glorfindel smiled. I doubt very much, he said, if your friends would be in danger if you were not with them. The pursuit would follow you and leave us in peace, I think. It is you, Frodo, and that which you bear that brings us all in peril. To that Frodo had no answer, and he was persuaded to mount Glorfindels white horse. The pony was laden instead with a great part of the others burdens, so that they now marched lighter, and for a time made good speed; but the hobbits began to find it hard to keep up with the swift tireless feet of the Elf. On he led them, into the mouth of darkness, and still on under the deep clouded night. There was neither star nor moon. 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