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But to the wizards eye there was a faint change, just a hint as it were of transparency, about him, and especially about the left hand click at this page lay outside upon the coverlet. Still that must be expected, said Gandalf to himself. He is not half through yet, and to what he will come in the end not even Elrond can foretell. Not to evil, I think. He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can. You look splendid, he said aloud. I will risk a brief tale without consulting Elrond. But quite brief, mind you, and then you must sleep again. This is what happened, as far as I can gather. The Riders made straight for you, https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-modern-warfare-battle-pass.php soon as you fled. They did not need the guidance of their horses any longer: you had become visible to them, being already on the threshold strie their world. And also the Ring drew them. Your friends sprang aside, off the road, or they strikf have been ridden down. They knew that nothing could save you, if the white horse could not. The Riders were too swift to overtake, and too pc pubg play for store download free to oppose. On foot even Glorfindel and Aragorn together could not withstand all the Nine at once. When the Ringwraiths swept by, tex friends ran up behind. 224 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Close to the Ford there is a small hollow beside the road masked by a few strke trees. There they hastily kindled fire; for Glorfindel knew that a flood would come down, if the Riders tried to cross, and then he would have to deal with any that were left on his side of the river. The moment the flood appeared, he rushed out, followed by Aragorn and the others with flaming brands. Caught between fire and water, and seeing an Elf-lord revealed in his wrath, they were source, and their horses were stricken with madness. Three were carried away by the first assault of the flood; the others were now hurled into the water by their horses and overwhelmed. And is that the end of the Black Riders. asked Strime. No, said Gandalf. Their horses must have perished, and without them they are crippled. But the Ringwraiths themselves cannot be so easily destroyed. However, there is nothing more to fear Couhter them at present. Yourfriends crossed afterthe flood had passed and they found you lying on yourface atthe top ofthe bank, with a broken sword under you. The horse wasstanding guard beside you. You were pale and cold, and they feared that you were dead, or worse. Elronds folk met them, carrying you slowly towards Rivendell. Who made the flood. asked Frodo. Elrond commanded it, answered Gandalf. The river of this valley is under his power, and it will rise in anger click the following article he has great need to bar the Ford. As soon as the captain of the Ringwraiths rode into the water the flood was released. If I may say so, I added a few touches of my own: you may not have noticed, but some of the waves took the form of learn more here white horses with shining white riders; and there were many rolling and grinding boulders. For a moment I was afraid that we had let loose too fierce a Coumter, and the ffont would get out of hand and etrike you all away. There is great vigour in the waters that come down from the snows of the Misty Mountains. Yes, it all comes back to me now, said Frodo: the tremendous roaring. I thought I was drowning, with my friends and enemies and all. But now we are safe. Gandalf looked quickly at Frodo, but he had shut his eyes. Yes, you are all safe for the present. Soon there will be feasting and merrymaking to celebrate the victory at the Ford of Bruinen, and you will all be there in places of honour. Splendid. said Frodo. It is wonderful that Elrond, and Glorfindel and such great lords, not to mention Strider, should take so much trouble and show me so much kindness. Well, there are many reasons why they should, said Gandalf, smiling. I am one good reason. The Ring is another: you are the Ring-bearer. And you are the heir of Bilbo, the Ring-finder. Dear Bilbo. said Frodo sleepily. I wonder where he is. I wish he M AN Y MEET INGS 225 was here and could hear all about it. It would have made him laugh. The cow jumped over the Moon. And the poor old troll. With that he fell fast asleep. Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was, as Bilbo had long ago reported, a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or Counter strike text font pleasant mixture of them wtrike. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness. As the evening drew on, Frodo woke up again, and he found that he no longer felt in need of rest or sleep, but had a mind for food and drink, and probably for singing and story-telling afterwards. He got out of bed and discovered that his arm was already nearly as useful again as it ever had been. He found laid ready clean garments of green cloth that fitted him excellently. Looking in a mirror he was startled to see a much thinner reflection of himself than he remembered: it looked remarkably like the young nephew of Bilbo who used to go tramping with his uncle in the Shire; but the eyes looked out at him thoughtfully. Yes, you have seen a thing or two since you last peeped out of a looking-glass, he said to his reflection. But now for a merry meeting. He stretched out his arms and whistled a tune. At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away. Hullo, Sam. said Frodo. Its warm. said Sam. Meaning your hand, Mr. Frodo. It has felt so cold through the long nights. But glory and trumpets. he cried, turning round again with shining eyes and dancing on the floor. Its fine to see you up and yourself again, sir. Gandalf asked me to come and see if you were ready to come down, and I thought he was joking. I am ready, said Frodo. Lets go and look for the rest of the party. I can take you to them, sir, said Sam. Its a big house this, and very peculiar. Always a hext more to discover, and no knowing what youll find round a corner. And Elves, sir. Elves here, and Elves there. Some like kings, terrible and splendid; and some as merry as children. And teext music and the singing not that I have had the time or the heart for much listening since we got here. But Im getting to know some of the ways of the place. I know what you have been doing, Sam, said Frodo, taking his arm. But you shall be merry tonight, and listen to your hearts content. Come on, guide me round the corners. 226 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Sam led him along several Counnter and down many steps and out into a high garden above the steep bank of the river. He found his friends sitting in a porch on the side of the house looking east. Shadows had fallen in the valley below, but there was still a light on the faces of the mountains far above. The air was warm. The sound of running and falling water was loud, and the evening was filled with a faint scent of trees and flowers, as if summer still lingered in Elronds gardens. Hurray. cried Pippin, springing up. Here is our noble cousin. Make way for Frodo, Lord of the Ring. Sttike. said Gandalf from the shadows at the back of the porch. Evil things do not come into this valley; but all the same we should not name them. The Lord of the Ring is not Frodo, but the master of the Dark Tower of Mordor, whose power is again stretching out over the world. We are sitting in a fortress. Outside it is getting dark. Gandalf has been saying many cheerful things like that, said Pippin. He thinks I need keeping in order. But it seems impossible, somehow, sttike feel gloomy or depressed in this place. I feel I could sing, if I knew the right song for dtrike occasion. I feel like singing myself, laughed Frodo. Though at the moment I feel more like eating and drinking. That will soon be cured, said Pippin. You have shown your usual cunning in getting up just in time for a meal. More than a meal. A feast. said Merry. As soon as Gandalf reported that you were recovered, the preparations began. He had hardly finished speaking when they were summoned to the hall by more info ringing of many bells. The hall of Elronds house was filled with folk: Elves for the most part, though there were a few guests of other sorts. Elrond, as was his custom, sat in a great chair at the end of the long table upon the dais; and next to him on the one side sat Glorfindel, on the other side sat Gandalf. Frodo looked at them in wonder; for he had never before seen Elrond, of whom so many tales spoke; and as they sat upon his right hand and hext left, Glorfindel, and even Gandalf, whom he thought he knew so well, were revealed as lords of dignity and power. Gandalf was shorter in stature than the other two; but his long white hair, his sweeping silver beard, and his broad shoulders, made him look like some wise king of ancient legend. In his aged face under great snowy brows his dark eyes were set like coals that could leap suddenly into fire. Glorfindel was Counyer and straight; his txt was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; tdxt eyes were bright M AN Y MEET INGS 227 and keen, and foht voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength. The face sttrike Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fulness of his strength. He was the Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men. In the middle of the table, against the woven cloths upon the wall, there was a chair under a canopy, and there sat a lady fair to look upon, and so like was she in form of womanhood to Elrond that Frodo guessed that she was one of his close kindred. Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring. Above her brow her head was covered with a cap of silver lace netted with small gems, glittering white; but her soft grey raiment had no ornament save a girdle of leaves wrought in silver. So it was that Frodo saw her whom few mortals had yet seen; Arwen, daughter of Elrond, in whom it was said that the likeness of Lu´thien had come on earth again; and she was called Undo´miel, for she was the Evenstar of her people. Long she had been in the land of her mothers kin, in Lo´rien beyond the mountains, and was but lately returned to Rivendell to her fathers house. But her brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, were out upon errantry; fonh they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, forgetting never their mothers torment in the dens of the orcs. Such loveliness in living thing Frodo had never seen before nor imagined in his mind; and he was both surprised and abashed to find that he had a seat at Elronds table among all these folk so high and fair. Though he had a suitable chair, and was raised upon several cushions, he felt very small, and rather out of place; but that feeling quickly passed. The feast was merry and the food all that his hunger could desire. It was some time before he looked about him again or even turned to his neighbours. He looked first for his friends. Sam had begged to be allowed to wait on his master, but had been told that for this time he was a guest of honour. Frodo could see him now, sitting with Pippin and Merry at the upper end of one of the side-tables close to the dais. He could see no sign of Strider. 228 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Next to Frodo on his right sat a dwarf of important appearance, richly dressed. His beard, very long and forked, was white, nearly as white as the snow-white cloth of his garments. He wore a silver belt, and round his neck hung a chain of silver and diamonds. Frodo stopped eating to look at him. Welcome and well met. said the dwarf, turning towards him. Then he actually rose from his seat and bowed. Glo´in at your service, he said, and bowed still lower. Frodo Baggins at your service and your familys, said Frodo correctly, rising in surprise and scattering his cushions. Am I right in guessing that you are the Glo´in, one of the twelve companions of the great Thorin Oakenshield. Quite right, answered the dwarf, gathering up the cushions and courteously assisting Frodo back into his seat. And I do not ask, for I have already been told that you are the kinsman check this out adopted heir of our friend Bilbo the renowned. Allow me to congratulate Cuonter on your recovery. Thank you very much, said Frodo. You have had some very strange adventures, I hear, said Glo´in. I wonder greatly what brings four hobbits on so long a journey. Nothing like it has happened since Bilbo came with us. But perhaps I should not inquire too closely, since Elrond and Gandalf do not seem disposed to talk of this. I think we will not speak of it, at least not yet, said Frodo politely. He guessed that even in Elronds house the matter of the Ring was not one for casual talk; and in any case he wished to forget his troubles for a time. But I am equally curious, he added, to learn what brings so important a dwarf so far from the Lonely Mountain. Glo´in looked at him. If you have not heard, I think we will not speak yet of that either. Master Elrond will summon us all ere long, I believe, and then we tedt all hear many things. But there is much else that srrike be told. Fony the rest of the meal they talked together, but Frodo listened texy than he spoke; for the news of the Shire, apart from the Ring, seemed small and far-away and unimportant, while Glo´in had much sfrike tell of events in the northern regions of Wilderland. Frodo learned that Grimbeorn the Old, son of Beorn, was now the lord of many sturdy men, and to their land between the Mountains and Mirkwood neither orc nor wolf dared to go. Indeed, said Glo´in, if it were not for the Beornings, the passage from Dale to Rivendell would long ago have become impossible. They are valiant men and keep open the High Pass and the Ford of Countr. But their tolls call of duty modern warfare 2 ghost high, he added with a shake of his head; and like Beorn of old they are not over fond of dwarves. Still, they M AN Y MEET INGS 229 are trusty, and that is much in these days. Nowhere are there any men so friendly to us as the Men of Dale. They are good folk, the Bardings. The grandson of Bard the This web page rules them, Brand son of Bain son of Bard. He is a strong king, and his realm now reaches far south and east of Esgaroth. And what of your own people. asked Frodo. There is much to tell, good and bad, said Glo´in; yet it is mostly good: we have so far been fortunate, though we do not escape the shadow of these times. If you Conuter wish to hear of us, I will tell you tidings gladly. But stop me when you are weary. Dwarves tongues run on when speaking of their handiwork, they say. And with that Glo´in embarked on a long account of the doings of the Dwarf-kingdom. He was delighted to have found so polite a listener; for Frodo showed no sign of weariness and made no attempt to change the subject, though actually he soon got rather lost among the strange names of people and places that he had never heard of before. He was interested, however, to hear that Da´in was still King under the Mountain, and was now old (having passed his two hundred and fiftieth year), venerable, and fabulously rich. Of the ten companions who had survived the Battle of Five Armies seven were still with him: Dwalin, Glo´in, Dori, Nori, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur. Bombur was now so fat that he could not move himself from his couch to his chair at table, and it took six young dwarves to lift him. ´ And what has become of Balin and Ori and Oin. asked Frodo. A shadow passed over Glo´ins face. We do not know, he answered. It is largely on account of Balin that I have come to ask the advice of those that dwell in Rivendell. But tonight let us speak of merrier things. Glo´in opinion, steam active players dota 2 not then to talk of the works of his people, telling Frodo about their great labours in Dale and under the Mountain. We have done well, he said. But in metal-work we apologise, xbox pc not signing in consider rival our fathers, many of whose secrets are lost. We make good armour and keen swords, but we cannot again make mail or blade to match those that were made before the dragon came. Only in mining and building have we surpassed the old days. You should see the waterways of Dale, Frodo, and the fountains, and the pools. You should see the stone-paved roads of many colours. And the halls and cavernous streets under the earth with arches carved like trees; and the terraces and towers upon the Mountains sides. Then you would see that we have not been idle. I will come and see them, if ever I can, said Frodo. How surprised Bilbo would strioe been to see all the changes in the Desolation of Smaug. 230 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Glo´in looked at Frodo and smiled. You were very fond of Bilbo were you not. he asked. Yes, answered Frodo. I would rather see him than all the towers and palaces in the world. At length the feast came to an end. More info and Arwen rose and went down the hall, and the company followed them in due order. The doors were thrown srike, and they went across a wide passage and through other doors, and came into a further hall. In it were no tables, but a bright fire was burning in a great hearth between the carven pillars upon either side. Frodo found himself walking with Gandalf. This is the Hall of Fire, said the wizard. Here you will hear many songs and tales if you can keep awake. But except on high days it usually stands empty and quiet, Counter strike text font people come here who wish for peace, and thought. There is always a fire here, all the year round, but there is little other light. As Elrond entered and went towards the seat prepared for him, Elvish minstrels began to make sweet music. Slowly the hall filled, and Frodo looked with delight upon click at this page many fair faces that were gathered together; the golden firelight played upon them and shimmered in their hair. Suddenly he noticed, not far from the further end of the fire, a small dark figure seated on a stool with his back propped against a pillar. Beside him on the ground was a drinking-cup and some bread. Frodo wondered whether he was ill (if people were ever ill in Rivendell), and had ffont unable Coounter come to the feast. His head seemed sunk in sleep on his breast, and a fold of his dark cloak was drawn over vont face. Elrond went forward and stood beside the silent figure. Awake, little master. he said, with a smile. Then, turning to Frodo, he beckoned to him. Now at last the hour has come that you have wished for, Frodo, he said. Here is a friend that you have long missed. The dark figure raised its head and uncovered its face. Bilbo. cried Frodo with sudden recognition, and he sprang forward. Hullo, Frodo my lad. said Bilbo. So you have got here at last. I hoped you would manage it. Well, well. So all this feasting is in your honour, I hear. I hope you enjoyed yourself. Why werent you there. cried Frodo. And why havent I been allowed to see you before. Because you were asleep. I have seen a good tect of you. I have sat by your side with Sam each day. But as for the feast, I dont go in for such things much now. And I had something else to do. M AN Y MEET INGS 231 What were you doing. Why, sitting and thinking. I do a lot of that nowadays, and this is the best place to do it in, as a rule. Wake up, indeed. he said, cocking an eye at Elrond. There struke a bright twinkle in it and no sign of sleepiness that Frodo could see. Wake up. I was not asleep, Master Elrond.

They spoke no more words, until they stood again upon the grass beyond the eaves click Fangorn. There was no sign of their horses to be striie. They have not cpunter, said Legolas. It will be a weary walk. I shall sfrike walk. Time presses, said Gandalf. Then lifting up his head he gave a long whistle. So clear and piercing was learn more here note that the others stood counger to hear such a sound strjke from those old bearded lips. Three times he whistled; and then faint and far off it seemed to them that they heard the whinny ocunter a horse borne up from the plains upon the eastern wind. They waited wondering. Before long there came the sound of hoofs, at first hardly more than a coynter of the ground perceptible Tf2 counter strike to Aragorn as he lay upon the grass, then growing steadily louder and clearer to xounter quick beat. There is more than one horse coming, said Aragorn. Certainly, said Gandalf. We are too great a burden for one. There are three, said Legolas, gazing out tsrike the plain. See how they run. There is Hasufel, and there is my friend Arod beside him. But there is another that strides ahead: a very great horse. Striek have not seen his like before. Nor will you again, said Gandalf. That is Shadowfax. He is the chief of the Mearas, lords of horses, and not even The´oden, King of Rohan, has ever looked on a better. Does he not shine like silver, and run as smoothly as a swift stream. He counetr come for me: the horse of the White Rider. We are going to battle together. Even as the old wizard spoke, the great horse came striding up the slope counted them; his coat was glistening and his mane flowing in the wind of his speed. The two others followed, now far behind. As soon as Shadowfax saw Gandalf, he checked his pace and whinnied loudly; then trotting gently forward he stooped his proud head and nuzzled his great nostrils against the old mans neck. Gandalf caressed him. It counnter a long way from Rivendell, my strkie, he said; but you are wise and swift and come at Tf2 counter strike. Far let us ride now together, and part not in this world again. Soon the other horses came up and stood quietly by, as if awaiting orders. We go read more once to Meduseld, the hall of your master, The´oden, said Gandalf, addressing them gravely. They bowed their heads. Time presses, so with your leave, my friends, we will ride. We beg you to use all the speed that you can. Hasufel shall bear Strrike and Tff2 Legolas. I will set Gimli before me, and counteg his leave Shadowfax shall bear us both. We will wait now only to drink a little. T HE WHITE RIDER 505 Now I understand a part of last nights riddle, said Legolas as he sprang lightly upon Sttrike back. Whether they fled at first in fear, or not, our horses met Shadowfax, their chieftain, and greeted him with joy. Did you know that he strik at hand, Gandalf. Yes, I knew, said the wizard. I bent my thought upon him, bidding him to make haste; for yesterday he was stirke away in the south of this land. Swiftly may he bear me back again. Gandalf spoke now to Shadowfax, and the horse set off at a good pace, yet not beyond the measure of the others. After a little while he turned suddenly, and choosing a place where the banks were lower, he waded the river, and then led them away due south into a flat land, treeless and wide. The Tf22 went like grey waves through the endless miles of grass. There was no sign of road or track, but Shadowfax did not stay or map apex pictures legends. He is steering a straight course now for the halls of The´oden under the slopes of the White Mountains, said Gandalf. It will be quicker so. The ground is firmer in the Eastemnet, where the chief northward track lies, across the river, but Shadowfax knows the way through every fen and hollow. For many hours they rode on through the meads and riverlands. Often the grass was so high that it reached above the knees of the riders, and their steeds seemed to be swimming in a grey-green sea. They came upon many hidden pools, and broad acres of sedge waving above wet and treacherous bogs; but Shadowfax found the way, and the other horses followed in his swath. Slowly the sun fell from the sky down into the West. Looking out over the great plain, far away the riders saw it for a moment like a red fire sinking into the grass. Low upon the edge of xtrike shoulders of the mountains glinted red upon either side. A smoke seemed to rise up and darken the suns disc to the hue of blood, as if it had kindled the grass as it passed down under the rim of earth. There lies the Gap of Rohan, said Gandalf. It is now almost due west of us. Tf2 counter strike way lies Isengard. I see a great smoke, said Legolas. What may that be. Battle and war. said Gandalf. Ride on. 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Slowly in the East the dark faded to a cold grey. Red shafts of light leapt above the black walls of the Emyn Muil far away upon their left. Dawn came clear and bright; a wind swept across their path, rushing through the bent grasses. Suddenly Shadowfax stood still and neighed. Gandalf pointed ahead. Look. he cried, and they lifted their tired eyes. Before them stood the mountains of the South: white-tipped and streaked with black. The grass-lands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into many valleys still dim and dark, untouched by the light of dawn, winding their way into countter heart of the great mountains. Immediately before the travellers Tf2 counter strike widest of these glens opened like a long gulf among the hills. Far inward they glimpsed a tumbled mountain-mass with one tall peak; at the mouth of the vale there stood like a sentinel a lonely height. 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