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But Gandalf was not, said Legolas. But Gandalf chose to come himself, and he was the first fharacters be lost, answered Gimli. His foresight failed him. The counsel of Gandalf was not founded on foreknowledge of safety, for himself or for others, said Aragorn. There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark. But I shall not depart from this place yet. In any case we must here await the morning-light. A little way beyond the battle-field they made their camp under a spreading tree: it looked like a chestnut, and yet it still bore many broad brown leaves of a former year, like dry hands with long splayed fingers; they rattled mournfully in the night-breeze. Gimli shivered. They had brought only one blanket apiece. Let us light a fire, he said. I care no longer for the danger. Let the Orcs come as thick Narraka summer-moths round a candle. Charaters those unhappy hobbits are astray in the woods, it might draw them hither, said Legolas. And it might draw other things, neither Orc nor Hobbit, said Aragorn. We are near to the mountain-marches of the traitor Saruman. Also we are on the very edge of Fangorn, and it is perilous to touch the trees of that wood, it is said. But the Rohirrim made a great burning here yesterday, said Gimli, and they felled trees for the fire, as can be seen. Yet they passed the night after safely here, when their labour was ended. They were many, said Aragorn, and they do not heed custoom wrath of Fangorn, for they come here seldom, and they do not go under the trees. But our paths are likely to lead us into the very forest itself. So have a care. Cut no living wood. There is no need, said Gimli. The Riders have left chip and bough enough, and there is dead wood lying in plenty. He went off to gather fuel, and busied himself with building and kindling a fire; but Aragorn sat silent with his back to the great tree, deep in thought; and Legolas stood alone in Naraka characters custom open, looking towards the profound shadow of the wood, leaning forward, as one who listens thumbnail size upload voices calling from a distance. When the Dwarf had Naraka characters custom small bright blaze going, the three companions drew close good neighbour fallout 4 location it and sat together, shrouding the light with their hooded forms. Legolas looked up at the boughs of the tree charcaters out above them. Look. he said. The tree is glad of the fire. It may have been that the dancing shadows tricked their eyes, chzracters 442 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS certainly to each of the companions the boughs appeared to be bending this way and that so as to come above the flames, while the upper branches were stooping down; the brown leaves now stood out stiff, and rubbed together like many cold cracked hands taking comfort in the warmth. There was a silence, for suddenly the dark and unknown forest, so near at hand, made itself felt as a great brooding presence, full of secret purpose. After a while Legolas spoke again. Celeborn warned us not to go far into Fangorn, he said. Do you know why, Aragorn. What are the fables of the forest that Boromir had heard. I have heard many tales in Gondor and elsewhere, said Aragorn, but if it were not for the words of Celeborn I should deem them only fables that Men have made as true knowledge fades. I had thought of asking you what was the truth of the matter. And if an Elf of the wood does not know, how shall a Man answer. You have journeyed further than I, said Legolas. I have heard nothing of this in my own land, save only songs that tell how the Onodrim, that Men call Ents, dwelt there long ago; for Fangorn is old, old even as the Elves would reckon it. Yes, it is old, said Aragorn, as old as the forest by the Barrowdowns, and it is far greater. Elrond says that the two are akin, the last strongholds of the mighty woods of the Custoj Days, in which the Firstborn roamed while Men still slept. Yet Fangorn holds some secret of its own. What it is I do not know. And I do not wish to know, said Gimli. Let nothing that dwells in Fangorn be chraacters on my account. They now drew lots for the watches, and the lot for the first watch fell to Gimli. The others lay down. Almost at once sleep laid hold on them. Gimli. said Aragorn drowsily. Remember, it is perilous to cut bough or twig from a living tree in Fangorn. But do not stray far in search of dead wood. Let the fire die rather. Call me at need. With that he fell asleep. Legolas already lay motionless, his fair hands folded upon his breast, his eyes unclosed, blending living night and deep dream, Naraka characters custom is the way with Elves. Gimli sat hunched by the fire, running his thumb thoughtfully along the edge of his axe. The tree rustled. There was no other sound. Suddenly Gimli looked up, and there just on the edge of the firelight stood 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 vustom, if you are cold. He strode forward, but the old man was gone. There was no trace of him to be found near at hand, and they did not 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 were 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 Chagacters of Rohan, their only friends in this wide and charactera land. As they stood, it seemed to them that they heard, far off 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 charadters well as walk on them. He threw some fuel on the fire and slumped down beside it. Only a few hours ago you were unwilling to sit on a chaeacters 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, he 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 this 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 can do but rest, while we may. I will watch for a while now, Gimli. Charscters have more need of thought than of sleep. The night passed slowly. Legolas followed Aragorn, 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 in black tunnels, calling Frodo, Frodo. But instead of Frodo hundreds 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 on his back. Evening was coming and the sky above was growing dim. He turned and found that 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. Cnaracters about them sat or stood a great company of Orcs. Slowly in Pippins aching head memory pieced itself together and became separated from dream-shadows. Of course: he and Cusrom had run off into the woods. What had come over them. Why had they dashed off like that, taking no notice of old Strider. They had run a long way shouting he could not remember how far or how long; and then suddenly they had crashed right into a group of Nraaka they were standing listening, and they did not appear to see Merry and Pippin until they were almost in their arms. Then they yelled and dozens of other goblins had sprung out of the trees. Merry and he had drawn their swords, but the Orcs did not wish to fight, and had tried only to lay hold of them, even when Merry had cut off several of their arms and characterw. Good old Merry. Then Boromir had come leaping through the trees. He had made them fight. He slew many of them and the rest fled. But they had not gone far on the way back when they were attacked again, by a hundred Orcs at least, some of them very large, and they shot a rain of arrows: always at Boromir. Boromir had blown his great horn till the woods rang, and at first the Orcs had been dismayed and had drawn back; but when no answer but the echoes came, they had attacked more fiercely than ever. Pippin did not remember much more. His last memory was of Boromir leaning against a tree, plucking out an arrow; then darkness fell suddenly. I suppose I was knocked on the head, he said to himself. I wonder if poor Merry is Nataka hurt. What has happened to Boromir. Why didnt the Orcs kill us. Where are we, and where are we going. He could not answer the questions. He felt cold and sick. I wish Gandalf had never persuaded Elrond to let us come, he thought. T HE UR U K-HAI 445 What good have I been. Just a nuisance: a passenger, a piece of luggage. And now I have been stolen and I am just a piece of luggage for the Orcs. I hope Strider or someone will come and claim us. But ought I to hope for it. Wont that throw out all the plans. I wish I could get free. He struggled a little, quite uselessly. One of the Orcs sitting near laughed and said something to a companion in their abominable tongue. Rest while you can, little fool. he said then to Pippin, characrers the Common Speech, which he made almost as hideous as his own language. Rest while you can. Well find a use for your legs before NNaraka. Youll wish you had got none before we get home. If I had my way, youd wish you were dead now, said the other. Id make you squeak, you miserable rat. He stooped over Pippin, bringing his yellow fangs close to his face. He had a black knife with a long jagged blade in his hand. Lie quiet, or Ill tickle you with this, he hissed. Dont draw attention to yourself, or I may forget my orders. Curse the Isengarders. Uglu´k u bagronk sha pushdug Saruman-glob bu´bhosh skai: he passed into a long angry speech in his own tongue that slowly died away into muttering and snarling.
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