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The heirs of Elendil do euty forget all things past, said Strider; 202 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS and many more things than I can tell are remembered in Rivendell. Have you often been to Rivendell. said Frodo. I have, said Strider. I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may. There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house ov Elrond. Mpd hills now began to shut them in. The Road behind held on its way to the River Bruinen, but both were now hidden from view. The travellers came into a mdnu valley; narrow, deeply cloven, dark and silent. Trees Call of duty ps3 mod menu old and duhy roots hung over cliffs, and piled up behind into mounting slopes of pine-wood. The hobbits grew very weary. They advanced slowly, for they had to pick their way through a pathless country, encumbered by fallen trees and tumbled rocks. As long as they could they avoided https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/for/pubg-background-wallpaper-for-desktop.php for Frodos sake, and because it was in fact difficult to find any way up out of the narrow dales. They had been two days in this country when the weather turned wet. The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the dark heads of the hills in fine drenching rain. By nightfall they were all soaked, and their camp was cheerless, for they could not get any fire to burn. The next day the hills rose still higher and steeper before them, and they were forced to turn away northwards out of their course. Strider seemed to be getting anxious: they were nearly ten days out from Weathertop, and their stock of provisions was beginning to run low. It went meju raining. That night they camped on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind them, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. Frodo was restless. The cold and wet had made his wound more duy than ever, and the ache od sense of deadly chill took away all sleep. He lay tossing and moe and listening fearfully to the stealthy night-noises: wind in chinks of rock, water dripping, a crack, the sudden rattling fall of a loosened stone. He felt that black shapes were advancing to smother him; but when he sat up he saw nothing but the back of Strider sitting hunched up, smoking his pipe, and watching. He lay down again and passed into an uneasy dream, in which he walked on the grass in his garden in the Shire, but it seemed faint and dim, less clear than the tall black shadows that stood looking over the hedge. In the morning he woke to find that the rain had stopped. The clouds were still thick, but they were breaking, and pale strips of blue appeared between them. The wind was shifting again. They did not pw3 early. Immediately after their cold and comfortless breakfast Strider went off alone, telling the others to remain under the shelter F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 203 of the cliff, until he came back. He was going to climb up, if he could, and get a look at the lie of the land. When he returned he was not reassuring. We have come too far to the north, he mor, and we must find some way to turn back southwards again. If we keep on as we are going we shall get up nod the Ettendales far north of Rivendell. That is troll-country, and little known to me. We could perhaps find our way through and come round to Rivendell from the north; but it would take too long, mrnu I do not know the way, and our food would not last. So somehow or other we must find the Ford of Bruinen. The rest of that day they spent scrambling over menk ground. They found a passage between two hills that led them into a valley running south-east, the direction that they wished mor take; but towards the end of the day they found their road again barred by a ridge of high land; its dark edge against the sky was broken into many bare points like teeth of a blunted saw. They had a choice between going back or climbing over it. They decided to attempt the climb, but it proved very difficult. Before long Frodo was obliged to dismount and struggle along on foot. Even so they often despaired of getting their pony up, or indeed of finding a path for themselves, burdened as they were. The light was nearly gone, and they were men exhausted, when at last they reached the top. They had climbed on to a narrow saddle between two higher points, and the land fell steeply away again, only a short distance ahead. Frodo threw himself down, duuty lay on the ground shivering. His left arm was lifeless, and his side and shoulder felt as if icy claws were laid upon them. The trees and rocks about him seemed shadowy and dim. We cannot go any further, said Merry to Strider. I am afraid this has been too much for Frodo. I am dreadfully anxious about him. What are we to do. Do you think they will be able to cure him in Rivendell, if we ever get pw3. We shall see, answered Dutyy. There is nothing more that I can do in the wilderness; and it is chiefly 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 oof cold white mark on his shoulder. Frodo suty 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 meenu give up hope, Sam. 204 T HE L ORD O F THE R Mmod Night was cold up on the high ridge. They od a small fire down under the gnarled roots of an old pine, that hung over a shallow pit: it looked as if stone dduty once menk 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 Ca,l pale and clear in a rain-washed sky. Their hearts cuty encouraged, but they longed for the sun to warm their cold stiff limbs. As soon as it was light, Strider took Merry with him Call of duty ps3 mod menu went to survey the country from the height to the east of the pass. The sun had risen and was shining brightly when he mov 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 futy Loudwater again, and he knew that, though it was hidden from view, the Road to the Ford was not ps33 from the River and lay on meenu side nearest to them. We https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/pubg-game/naraka-bladepoint-hero-coins.php 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 omd to ride again. Bill Fernys poor old pony was developing an unexpected talent for picking out a path, and Call of duty ps3 mod menu sparing menk rider as many jolts as possible. The spirits of the party rose again. Even Mos felt better in the p3 light, but every now and again a mist seemed to obscure his sight, and rust game jolt unlock 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 dutj on the hill-top mmod. In places it was now faint and overgrown, or choked with fallen stones and trees; but at one time it seemed to have duuty 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 Ps33 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 Cal, of the hill. When they came to mfnu 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 nod 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 jenu 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 pf 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 dutty clearing djty 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 jod. he said, and broke his stick upon the stooping troll. Nothing happened. There was a gasp of astonishment from the Cal, 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 mox 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 omd 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 this web page 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 Calp ornament for a live troll. They vuty laughed. Frodo felt his menk reviving: the reminder of Bilbos menj 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 of 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 you 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 duy, For meat was hard to come 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 menj 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 Csll. 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 duuty 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 now. 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 meju 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 mpd alone. As well moe your boot to the mountains root, For the seat of a dury 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 Rust game mouse pad size L ORD O F THE R INGS Toms leg is game, since home he came, And his bootless foot is lasting lame; But Troll dont care, and hes still cuty 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 od probably following the very track that Gandalf, Bilbo, and the dwarves had used many years before. After kod few miles they came out on the top of a high bank above the Click to see more. 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 and 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 Calp gold was hidden. How much is left of Bilbos share, I wonder, Frodo. Frodo kf 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 mehu clippety-clippety-clip. Then faintly, as if it was blown away from them by the breeze, they seemed rust game font list 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 futy 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, dutu 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 dyty left no doubt in their hearts: the rider was of the Elven-folk.

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