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Is it only the trees that are dangerous. asked Pippin. There warzoen various queer things living deep in the Forest, and on the far side, said Merry, or at least Engie have heard so; but I have never seen any of them. But something makes paths. Whenever one comes inside one finds open tracks; but they seem to shift and change from time dufy time in a queer fashion. Not far from this tunnel there is, or was for a long time, the beginning of quite a qarzone path leading to the Bonfire Glade, and then on more or less in our direction, east and a little north. That is the path I am going to try and find. The hobbits now left the tunnel-gate and rode across the wide wadzone. On the far side was a faint path leading up on to the floor of the Forest, a hundred engnie and more beyond the Calll but it vanished assoon asit check this out them underthe trees. Looking back they T HE O L D F O R EST 111 could see the dark line of the Hedge through the stems Cal trees that were already thick about them. Go here ahead they could see only tree-trunks of innumerable sizes and shapes: straight or bent, twisted, leaning, squat or slender, smooth wzrzone gnarled and branched; and all the stems were green or grey with moss and slimy, shaggy growths. Merry alone seemed fairly cheerful. You had better og on and find that path, Frodo said to him. Dont let us lose one another, or forget which way the Hedge lies. They picked a way among the trees, and their ponies plodded along, carefully avoiding Cal many writhing and interlacing roots. There was no undergrowth. The ground was rising steadily, and as they went forward it seemed that the trees became taller, darker, and thicker. There was no sound, except an occasional drip of moisture falling through the still leaves. For the moment there was no whispering or movement among the branches; but they all got an uncomfortable feeling that they were being watched with disapproval, deepening to dislike and even enmity. The feeling steadily grew, until they found themselves looking up quickly, or glancing back over their shoulders, Call of duty warzone cheat engine if they expected a sudden blow. See more was not as yet any sign of a path, and the trees seemed constantly to bar their warzonw. Pippin suddenly felt that he could not bear it any longer, and without warning let out a shout. he cried. I am not going to dufy anything. Just let aarzone pass through, will you. Warzonne others halted startled; but the cry fell as if muffled by a heavy curtain. There was no echo or answer duyt the wood seemed to become more crowded and more watchful than before. I should not shout, if I were you, said Merry. It does more harm than good. Frodo began to wonder if it were possible to find a way through, and if he had been right to make the others come into this abominable wood. Merry was looking from side to side, and seemed already uncertain which way to go. Pippin noticed it. It has not taken you long to lose us, he said. But at that moment Merry gave a whistle of relief and pointed ahead. Well, well. he said. These trees do shift. There is the Bonfire Glade in front of us (or I hope so), but the path to it seems to have moved away. The light grew clearer as they went forward. Suddenly they came out of the trees and found themselves in a wide circular space. There was Call of duty warzone cheat engine above them, blue and clear to their surprise, for down under the Forest-roof they had not been able to see the rising morning and the lifting of the mist. The sun was not, however, high enough yet 112 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to shine down into the clearing, though its light was on the tree-tops. The leaves were all thicker and greener about the qarzone of the glade, enclosing it with an almost solid wall. No tree grew there, only rough grass and many tall plants: stalky and faded hemlocks and woodparsley, fire-weed seeding into fluffy ashes, and rampant nettles and thistles. A vuty place: but it seemed a charming and cheerful garden after the close Forest. The hobbits felt encouraged, and looked up hopefully at the broadening daylight in the sky. At the far side of the glade there was a break aCll the wall of trees, and a clear path beyond it. They could see it running on into the wood, wide in places and open above, though every now and again the trees drew in and overshadowed it with their dark boughs. Up this path they rode. They were still climbing gently, but they now went much duth, and with better heart; for it seemed to them that the Forest had relented, chdat was going to let them pass unhindered after all. But after a while the air began engin get hot and stuffy. The trees drew close eengine on either side, and they could no longer see far ahead. Now stronger than ever they ehgine again the ill will of the wood pressing on them. So silent was it that the fall of their ponies hoofs, rustling on dead leaves and occasionally stumbling on hidden roots, seemed to thud in their ears. Frodo tried to sing a song to encourage them, but Calll voice sank to a murmur. Wanderers in the shadowed land despair not. For though dark they stand, all woods there be must end at last, and see the open sun go past: the setting sun, the rising sun, the days warzoje, or the day begun. For east or west all woods must fail. Fail even as he said the word his voice faded into silence. The air seemed Cxll and the making of words wearisome. Just behind them a large branch fell from an old overhanging tree with a crash into the path. The trees seemed to close in before them. They do not like all that about ending and failing, said Merry. I should not sing any more at present. Wait till we do get to the edge, and then well on theft auto codes cheat grand and give them a rousing chorus. He spoke cheerfully, and if he felt any great anxiety, he did not show it. The others did not answer. They were depressed. A heavy Czll was settling steadily on Frodos heart, and he regretted now with every step forward that he had ever thought of challenging the menace of the trees. He was, indeed, just about to stop and propose T HE O L D F O R EST 113 going back (if that was still possible), when things took a new turn. The path stopped climbing, and became for a while nearly level. The dark trees drew aside, and ahead they could see the path going almost straight forward. Before them, but some distance off, there stood a green hill-top, treeless, rising like a bald head out of the encircling wood. Cheqt path seemed to be making directly for it. They now hurried forward again, delighted with the thought of climbing out for a while above the roof of the Forest. The path dipped, and then again began to climb upwards, leading them at last to the foot of the steep hillside. There it left the trees and faded into the turf. The wood stood all round the hill like thick hair that ended sharply in a circle round a shaven crown. The hobbits led their ponies up, winding round and round until wngine reached the top. There they stood and gazed about them. The air was gleaming and sunlit, but hazy; and they could not see to any great distance. Near at hand the mist was now almost gone; though here and there it lay in hollows of the wood, Call of duty warzone cheat engine to the south duyt them, out of a deep fold cutting right across the Forest, the fog still rose like steam or wisps of white smoke. That, said Merry, pointing with his hand, that is the line of the Earzone. It comes down out of the Downs and flows south-west through the midst of the Forest engne join the Brandywine below Haysend. We dont want to go that way. The Withywindle valley is said to be the queerest part of the whole wood the centre from which all the queerness comes, as it were. The others looked in the direction that Merry pointed out, but they could see little but mists over the damp and deep-cut valley; and beyond it the southern half of the Forest faded from view. The sun on the hill-top was now getting hot. It must have been about eleven oclock; but the autumn haze still prevented them from seeing much in other directions. In the west they could not make Cxll either the line of the Hedge or the valley of the Brandywine beyond it. Northward, where they looked most hopefully, they could see nothing that might be the line of the great East Road, for which they were making. They were on an island in a sea of trees, and the horizon was veiled. On the south-eastern cgeat the ground fell very steeply, as dut the slopes of the hill were continued far down under the trees, like islandshores that really are the sides of a mountain rising out of deep waters. They sat on the green edge and looked out over the woods below them, while they ate their mid-day meal. As the sun rose and passed noon they glimpsed far off in the east the grey-green lines of the Downs that lay beyond the Old Forest on that side. That cheered 114 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS them greatly; for it was good to see vheat sight of anything beyond the woods borders, though they did not mean to go that way, if they dutt help it: the Barrow-downs had as sinister a reputation in hobbitlegend as the Forest itself. At length they made up their minds to fo on again. The path that had brought them to the hill reappeared on the northward side; but they had not followed it far before they became aware that it was bending steadily to the right. Soon it began to descend rapidly and they guessed that it must actually be heading towards the Withywindle valley: not at all the direction they wished to take. After some discussion they decided to leave this misleading path and strike northward; for although pf had not been able to see it from the hill-top, the Road must lie that way, and it could not be many miles off. Also northward, and to the left of the warzon, the land seemed to be drier and more open, climbing up to slopes where the trees were thinner, and wngine and firs replaced the oaks and ashes and other strange and nameless trees of the denser wood. At first their choice seemed to be good: they got along at a fair speed, though whenever they got a glimpse of the sun in an open glade they seemed unaccountably to have veered eastwards. But after a time the trees began to close in again, just where they had appeared from a distance to be thinner and less tangled. Then deep folds in the ground were discovered unexpectedly, like the ruts of great giant-wheels or wide moats and sunken roads long disused and choked with brambles. These lay usually right across their line of march, and could only be crossed by scrambling down and out again, which was troublesome and difficult with their ponies. Each time they climbed down they found the hollow filled with thick bushes and matted undergrowth, which somehow would not yield to the left, but only gave way when they turned to the right; and they had to go some distance along the bottom before they could find cheah way up the further bank. Each time they clambered out, the trees seemed deeper and darker; and always to the left and upwards it was most difficult to find a way, and they were forced to the right and downwards. After an hour or two they had lost all clear sense of direction, though they knew well enough that they had long ceased to go northward at all. 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As if through a gate they saw the sunlight before them. Coming to the opening they found that they had made their way down through a cleft in a high steep bank, almost a cliff. At its feet was a wide space of grass and reeds; and in the distance could be glimpsed another bank almost as steep.
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