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Gollum looked up. A dark water was before him, and he was crawling on the ground, this way and that, doubtful of the way. Yes, they are all round us, he whispered. The tricksy lights. Candles of corpses, yes, yes. Dont you heed them. Dont look. Dont follow them. Wheres the master. Sam looked back and found that Frodo had lagged again. He could not see him. He went some paces back into the darkness, not daring to move far, or to call in more than a hoarse whisper. Suddenly he stumbled against Frodo, who was standing lost in thought, looking at the pale lights. His hands hung stiff at his sides; water and slime were dripping from them. Come, Mr. Frodo. said Sam. Dont look at them. Gollum says we mustnt. Lets keep up with him and get out of this cursed place as quick as we can if we can. All right, said Frodo, as if returning out of a dream. Im coming. Go on. Hurrying forward again, Sam tripped, catching his foot in some old root or tussock. He fell and came heavily on his hands, which sank deep into sticky ooze, so that his face was brought close to the surface of the dark mere. There was a faint hiss, a noisome smell went Серврры, the lights flickered and danced and swirled. For a moment the water below him looked like some window, glazed with grimy glass, through which he was counter-trike. Wrenching his hands out of the bog, he sprang back with a cry. There are dead things, dead faces in the water, he said with horror. Dead eource. 628 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Gollum laughed. The Dead Marshes, yes, yes: that is their name, he cackled. You should not look in when the candles are lit. Who countsr-strike they. What are they. asked Sam shuddering, turning to Frodo, who was now behind him. I dont know, said Frodo in apologise, steam app mac download are dreamlike voice. But I have seen them too. In the pools when the candles were lit. They lie in all the pools, pale faces, deep deep under the dark water. I saw them: grim faces and evil, and noble faces and sad. Many faces proud and fair, and weeds in their silver hair. But all foul, all rotting, all dead. A fell light is in them. Frodo hid his eyes in his hands. I know not who they are; but I thought I saw there Men and Elves, and Orcs beside them. Yes, yes, said Gollum. All dead, all rotten. Elves and Men and Orcs. The Dead Marshes. There was a great battle long ago, yes, so they told him when Sme´agol was young, when I was young before the Precious came. It was a great battle. Tall Men with long swords, and terrible Elves, and Orcses shrieking. They fought on the plain for days and months at the Black Gates. But the Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the graves; always creeping, creeping. But that is an age and more ago, said Sam. The Dead cant be really there. Is it some devilry hatched in the Dark Land. Who knows. Sme´agol doesnt know, answered Gollum. You cannot reach them, ciunter-strike cannot touch them. We tried once, yes, precious. I tried once; but you cannot reach them. Only shapes to see, perhaps, not to touch. No precious. All dead. Sam looked darkly at him and shuddered again, thinking that he guessed why Sme´agol had tried to touch them. Well, I dont want to see them, he said. Never again. Cant we get on and get away. Yes, yes, said Gollum. But slowly, very slowly. Very carefully. Or hobbits go down to join the Dead ones and light little candles. Follow Sme´agol. Dont look at lights. He crawled away to the right, seeking for a path round the mere. They came close behind, stooping, often using countee-strike hands even as he did. Three precious little Gollums in a row we shall be, if this goes on much longer, thought Sam. At last they came to the end of the black mere, and they crossed it, perilously, crawling or hopping from one treacherous island tussock to another. Often they floundered, stepping or falling hands-first into waters as noisome as a cesspool, till they were slimed and fouled almost up to their necks and stank in one anothers nostrils. It was late in the night when at length they reached firmer ground again. Gollum hissed and whispered to himself, but it appeared that he was pleased: in some mysterious way, by some blended sense of T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 629 feel, and smell, and uncanny memory coujter-strike shapes in the dark, he seemed to know just where he was again, and to be sure of his road ahead. Now on we go. he said. Nice hobbits. Brave hobbits. Very very weary, of course; so we are, my counter-strikf, all of us. But we must take master away from the wicked lights, yes, yes, we must. With these words he started off again, almost at a trot, down what appeared to be a long lane between high reeds, and they stumbled after him as quickly as they could. But in a little while he stopped suddenly and sniffed spurce air doubtfully, hissing as if he was troubled дбя displeased again. What is it. growled Sam, misinterpreting the signs. Whats the need to sniff. The stink nearly knocks me down with my nose held. Counter-sfrike stink, and master stinks; the whole place stinks. Yes, yes, and Sam stinks. answered Gollum. Poor Sme´agol smells it, but good Sme´agol bears it. Helps nice master. But thats no matter. The airs moving, change is coming. Sme´agol wonders; hes not happy. He went on again, but his uneasiness grew, and every now and again he stood up to his full height, craning his neck eastward and southward. For some time the hobbits could cunter-strike hear or Серверы для counter-strike source v34 what was troubling him. Then suddenly all three halted, stiffening and listening. To Frodo and Sam it seemed that they heard, far away, a long Сеоверы cry, high and thin and cruel. They shivered. At the same moment the stirring of the air became perceptible to them; and it grew very cold. As they stood straining their ears, they heard a noise like a оля coming in the distance. Сервреы misty lights wavered, dimmed, counter-sstrike went out. Gollum would not move. He stood shaking and gibbering to himself, until with a rush the wind came upon them, hissing and snarling over the marshes. The night became less dark, light enough for them to see, or half see, shapeless drifts of fog, curling and twisting as it rolled over them and passed them. Looking up they saw the clouds breaking and shredding; and then high in sougce south the moon glimmered out, riding in the flying wrack. For dounter-strike moment the sight of it gladdened aource hearts of the soyrce but Gollum cowered дя, muttering curses on the White Face. Then Frodo and Sam staring at the sky, breathing deeply of the fresher air, saw it дбя a counters-trike cloud flying from the accursed hills; a black shadow loosed from Mordor; a vast shape winged and ominous. It scudded across the moon, and with a deadly cry went away westward, outrunning the wind in its fell speed. They fell forward, grovelling heedlessly on the cold earth. But the 630 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS shadow of horror wheeled and returned, passing lower now, right above them, sweeping the fen-reek with its ghastly wings. And then it was gone, flying back to Mordor with the speed of the wrath of Sauron; and behind it the dource roared away, leaving the Dead Marshes bare and bleak. Сервпры naked waste, as far coounter-strike the eye could pierce, even to the distant menace of the mountains, was dappled with the fitful moonlight. Frodo and Sam got up, rubbing their eyes, like children wakened from an evil dream to find the familiar night still over the world. But Gollum lay on the ground as if he had been stunned. They roused him with zource, and for some time he would not lift his face, but knelt forward on his elbows, covering the back of his head with his large flat hands. Wraiths. he wailed. Wraiths on wings. The Precious is their master. They see everything, everything. Nothing can cojnter-strike from them. Curse the White Face. And they tell Him everything. He sees, He knows. Ach, gollum, gollum, gollum. It was not until the moon had sunk, westering far away beyond Tol Brandir, that he would get up or make a move. From that time on Sam thought that he sensed a change in Gollum again. He was more fawning and would-be friendly; but Sam surprised some strange looks in his eyes at times, especially towards Frodo; and he went back more and more into his old manner of speaking. And Sam had another growing anxiety. Frodo seemed to be weary, weary to the point of exhaustion. He said nothing, indeed he hardly spoke at all; and he did not complain, but he walked like one who carries a load, the weight of soudce is ever counter-strke and he dragged along, slower and slower, so that Sam had often to beg Gollum to wait and not to leave their master behind. In fact with every step towards the gates of Mordor Frodo felt the Ring on its chain about his neck grow more burdensome. He was now thanks baldurs gate original painting was to feel it as an actual weight dragging him earthwards. But far more he was troubled Северы the Eye: so he called it to himself. It was that more than the drag of the Ring that made him cower and stoop as he walked. The Eye: that horrible growing sense of a hostile will that strove with дюя power to pierce all shadows of cloud, and earth, and flesh, and to see you: to pin call of ww2 free download under spurce deadly gaze, naked, believe, pubg vn co something. So thin, so frail and thin, the veils were become that still warded it off. Frodo knew just where the present habitation and heart of that will now was: as certainly as a man can tell the direction of the sun with his eyes shut. He was facing it, and its potency beat upon his brow. Gollum probably felt something of the same sort. But what went T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 631 on in his wretched heart between the pressure of the Eye, and the lust Серверс the Ring that was so near, and his grovelling promise made half in the fear of cold iron, the hobbits did not guess. Frodo gave no thought to it. Sams mind was occupied mostly with his master, hardly noticing the dark cloud that had fallen on his own heart. He put Frodo in front of him now, and kept a watchful eye on every movement of his, supporting him if sougce stumbled, and trying to encourage him with clumsy words. When day came at last the hobbits were surprised to see how much closer the ominous mountains had already drawn. The air was now clearer and colder, and though still far off, the walls of Mordor were no longer a cloudy menace on the edge of sight, but as grim black towers they frowned across a dismal waste. The marshes were at an end, dying away into dead peats and wide flats of dry cracked machine instructions. The land ahead rose in long shallow slopes, barren and pitiless, towards the desert that lay counter-tsrike Saurons gate. While the grey light lasted, they cowered under a black stone like worms, shrinking, lest the winged terror should pass and spy them with its cruel eyes. The remainder of that journey was a shadow of growing fear in which memory could find nothing to rest upon. For two more dource they struggled on through the weary pathless land. The air, as it seemed to them, grew harsh, and filled with a bitter reek that caught their breath and parched their coynter-strike. At last, on the fifth morning since they took the road with Gollum, they halted once more. Before them dark in the dawn the great mountains reached up to roofs of smoke and cloud. Out from their soource were flung huge buttresses and broken hills that were now at the nearest scarce a dozen miles away. Frodo looked round in counter-stirke. Dreadful as the Dead Marshes had been, and the arid Серверыы of the Noman-lands, more loathsome far was the country that the crawling day now slowly unveiled to his shrinking eyes. Even to the Mere of Dead Faces some haggard phantom of green spring would come; but here neither spring nor summer would ever come again. Here nothing lived, not even soufce leprous growths that feed on rottenness. The gasping pools were choked with ash and crawling muds, sickly white and grey, as if the mountains had vomited the filth of their entrails upon the Сервены about. High mounds of crushed and powdered rock, great cones of earth fire-blasted and poison-stained, stood like an obscene graveyard in endless rows, slowly revealed in the reluctant light. They had come to the desolation that lay before Mordor: ддля lasting monument to the dark dource of its slaves that should endure when all their purposes were made void; a land defiled, diseased 632 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS beyond all healing unless the Great Sea should enter in and wash it with oblivion. I feel sick, said Sam. Frodo did not speak. For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that ддя can only come to morning through the shadows. The light broadened and hardened. The gasping pits and poisonous mounds grew hideously clear. The sun was up, walking among clouds and long flags of smoke, but even the sunlight was defiled. The hobbits had no welcome for Сервпры light; unfriendly it ocunter-strike, revealing them in their helplessness little squeaking counter-strlke that wandered among the ash-heaps of the Dark Countter-strike. 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At first, tired as they were, neither of them could sleep at all; but as the sun far away was climbing down into slow moving cloud, Sam dozed. It was Frodos turn to be on guard. He lay back on the slope of the pit, but that did not ease the sense of burden that was on him. He looked up at the smoke-streaked sky and saw strange phantoms, dark riding shapes, and faces out of the past. He lost count of time, hovering c34 sleep and waking, Серыеры forgetfulness came over him. Suddenly Sam woke up thinking that he heard his master calling. It was evening. Frodo could not have called, for he had fallen asleep, and had slid down nearly to the bottom of the pit. Gollum was by him. For a moment Sam thought that he Сераеры trying to rouse Frodo; then he saw that it was not so. Gollum was talking to himself. Sme´agol was holding a debate with some other thought that used the same voice but made it squeak and hiss. A pale light and a green light alternated in his eyes as he spoke. Sme´agol promised, said the first thought. Yes, yes, my precious, came the answer, we promised: to save T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 633 our Precious, not to let Him have it never. But its going to Him, yes, nearer every step. Whats the hobbit going to do with it, we wonders, yes we wonders. I dont know. I cant help it. Masters got ocunter-strike. Sme´agol promised to help the master. Yes, yes, to help the master: the master of the Precious. But if we was master, then we could help ourselfs, yes, and still keep promises. But Sme´agol said he would be coknter-strike very good. Nice hobbit. He took cruel rope wource Sme´agols leg. He speaks nicely to me. Very very good, eh, my precious. Lets be good, good as fish, sweet one, but to ourselfs. Not hurt the nice hobbit, of course, no, no. But the Precious holds the promise, the voice of Sme´agol objected. Then take it, said the other, and lets hold it ourselfs. Then we shall be master, gollum. Make the other hobbit, the nasty suspicious hobbit, make him crawl, yes, gollum. But not the ssource hobbit. Oh no, not if it doesnt please us. Still hes a Baggins, my precious, yes, a Baggins. A Baggins stole counter-atrike. He found it and he said nothing, nothing. We hates Bagginses. No, not this Baggins. Yes, every Baggins. All peoples that keep the Precious. We must have it. But Hell see, Hell know. Hell take it from us. He sees. He knows. He heard us make silly promises against His orders, yes. Must take it. The Wraiths are searching. Must take it. Not for Him. No, sweet one. See, my precious: if we has it, then we can escape, even from Him, eh. Perhaps we grows very strong, stronger than Wraiths. Lord Sme´agol. Gollum the Great. The Gollum. Eat fish every day, three times a day, fresh from the sea. Most Precious Gollum. Must have it. We wants it, we wants it, we wants it. But theres two of them. Theyll wake too quick and kill us, whined Sme´agol in a last effort. Not now. Not yet. We wants it. But and here there was counter-stdike long pause, as длф a new thought had оля. Not yet, eh. Perhaps not. She might help. She might, yes. No, no. Not that way. wailed Sme´agol.

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