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Folca. He was a great hunter, but he vowed to chase no wild beast while there was an Orc left in Rohan. When the last orc-hold was found and destroyed, he went to hunt the great boar of Everholt in the Firien Wood. He mac windows steam the boar but died of the tusk-wounds that it gave him. 28302903 14. Folcwine. When he became king the Rohirrim had recovered their strength. He reconquered the west-march (between Adorn and Isen) that Dunlendings had occupied. Rohan had received great help from Gondor in the evil days. When, therefore, he heard that the Haradrim were assailing Gondor with great strength, he sent many men to the help of the Steward. He wished to lead them himself, but was dissuaded, and his twin sons Folcred and Fastred (born 2858) went in his stead. They fell side by side in battle in Ithilien (2885). Tu´rin II of Gondor sent visit web page Folcwine a rich weregild of gold. 28702953 15. Fengel. He was the third son and fourth child of Folcwine. He is not remembered with praise. He was greedy of food and of gold, and at strife countt his marshals, and with his children. Thengel, his third child and only son, left Rohan when he came to manhood and lived long in Gondor, and won honour in the service of Turgon. 290580 16. Thengel. He took no wife until late, but in 2943 he wedded Morwen of Lossarnach in Gondor, though she was seventeen years the younger. She bore him three children in Gondor, of whom The´oden, the second, was his only son. When Fengel died the Rohirrim recalled him, and he returned unwillingly. But he proved a good and wise king; though the speech of Gondor was used in his house, and not all men thought that good. Morwen bore him two more daughters in Rohan; and the last, The´odwyn, was the fairest, though she came late (2963), the child of his age. Her brother loved her dearly. It was soon after Thengels return that Saruman declared himself Lord of Isengard and began to give trouble to Rohan, encroaching on its borders and ajong its enemies. 29483019 17. The´oden. He is called The´oden Ednew in the lore of Rohan, for he fell into a decline under the spells of Saruman, but was healed by Gandalf, and in the last year of his life xount and led his men to victory at the Hornburg, and soon after to the Fields of Pelennor, the greatest battle of the Sfeam. He fell before the gates of Mundburg. For a while he rested in the land of his birth, among the dead Kings of Gondor, but was brought back and laid in the eighth mound of his line at Edoras. Then a new line was begun. 1070 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Third Line ´ In 2989 The´odwyn married Eomund of Eastfold, the chief Marshal of the Mark. Her son Eomer was born in 2991, and her daughter Eowyn in 2995. ´ ´ At that time Sauron had arisen again, and the shadow of Mordor reached out to Rohan. Orcs began to raid in the eastern regions and slay or steal horses. Others also came down from the Misty Mountains, many being great uruks in the service of Saruman, though it was long before that was suspected. Eomunds chief charge lay in the east marches; and he was a great lover of ´ horses and hater of Orcs. If news came of a raid he would often ride against them in hot anger, unwarily and with few men. Thus it came about that he was slain in 3002; for he pursued a small band to the borders of the Emyn Muil, and was there surprised by a strong force that lay in wait in the rocks. Not long after The´odwyn took sick and died to the great grief of the king. Her children he took into his house, calling them son and daughter. He had only one child of his own, The´odred his son, then twenty-four years old; for the queen Elfhild had died in childbirth, and The´oden did not wed again. Eomer ´ ´ and Eowyn grew up at Edoras and saw the dark shadow fall on the halls of The ´ ´ ´oden. Eomer was like his fathers before him; but Eowyn Steam player count among us slender and tall, with a grace and pride that came to her out of the South from Morwen of Lossarnach, whom the Rohirrim had called Steelsheen. 2991F. 63 ´ ´ (3084)Eomer Eadig. When still young he became a Marshal of the Mark (3017) and was given his fathers charge in the east Stezm. In the War of the Ring The´odred fell in battle with Saruman at the Crossings of Isen. Therefore before he died on ´ the Fields of the Pelennor The´oden named Eomer his heir and called him king. In that day Eowyn also won renown, for ´ she fought in that battle, riding in disguise; and was known after in the Mark plsyer the Lady of the Shield-arm. 1 Eomer ´ became a great king, and being young when he succeeded The´oden he coint for sixty-five years, longer than all their kings plajer him save Aldor the Old. In the War of the Ring he made the friendship of King Elessar, and of Imrahil of Dol Amroth; and he rode often to Gondor. In the last year of the Third Age he wedded Lothı´riel, daughter of Imrahil. Their son Elfwine the Fair ruled coun him. For her shield-arm was broken by the mace of the Witch-king; but he was brought to nothing, and thus the words of Glorfindel long before to King Ea¨rnur were fulfilled, that the Witch-king would not fall by the hand of man. For it is said in the songs of the Mark that in this deed Eowyn ´ had the aid of The´odens esquire, and that he also was not a Man but a Halfling out of a far country, though Eomer gave him honour ´ in the Mark and the name of Holdwine. [This Holdwine was none other than Meriadoc the Magnificent who was Master of Buckland. ] 1 A PP ENDIX A 1071 ´ increased both in the dales and the plains, and their horses multiplied. In Gondor the King Elessar now ruled, and in Arnor also. In all the lands of those realms of old he was king, save in Rohan only; for he renewed to Eomer the gift of Cirion, and Eomer took again the Oath of Eorl. Often he In Eomers day in the Mark men had peace who wished for it, and the people ´ ´ fulfilled it. For though Sauron had passed, the hatreds and evils that he bred had not died, and the King of the West had many enemies to subdue before the White Tree could grow in peace. And wherever King Elessar went with war King Eomer ´ went with him; and beyond the Sea of Rhuˆn and on the far fields of the South the thunder of the cavalry of the Mark was heard, and the White Horse upon Green flew in many winds until Eomer grew old. ´ III DURINS FOLK Concerning the beginning of the Dwarves strange tales are told both by the Eldar and by the Dwarves themselves; but since these things lie far back beyond our days little is said of them here. Durin is the name that the Dwarves used for the eldest of the Seven Fathers of their race, and the ancestor of all the kings of the Longbeards. 1 He slept alone, until in the deeps of time and the awakening of that people he came to Azanulbizar, and in the caves above Kheled-zaˆram in the east of the Misty Mountains he made his dwelling, where afterwards were the Mines of Moria renowned in song. There he lived so long that he was known far and wide as Durin the Deathless. Yet in the end he died before the Elder Days had passed, and his tomb was in Khazad-duˆm; but his line never failed, and five times an heir was born in his House so like to his Forefather that he received the name of Durin. He was indeed held by the Dwarves to be the Deathless that returned; for they have many strange tales and beliefs concerning themselves and their fate in the world. After the end of the First Age the power and wealth of Khazad-duˆm was much increased; for it was enriched by many people and much lore and craft when the ancient cities of Nogrod and Belegost in the Blue Mountains were ruined at the breaking of Thangorodrim. The power of Moria endured throughout the Dark Years and the dominion of Sauron, for though Eregion was destroyed and the gates of Moria were shut, the halls of Khazad-duˆm were too deep and strong and filled with a people too numerous and valiant for Sauron to conquer from without. Thus its wealth remained long unravished, though its people began to dwindle. It came to pass that in the middle of the Third Age Durin was again its king, being the sixth of that played. The power of Sauron, servant of Morgoth, was then again growing in the world, though the Shadow in the Forest that looked towards Moria was not yet known for what it was. All evil things were stirring. The Dwarves delved deep at that time, seeking beneath Barazinbar for mithril, the metal beyond price that was becoming yearly ever harder The Hobbit, p. 1 1072 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to lpayer. 1 Thus they roused from sleep2 a thing of terror that, flying from Thangorodrim, had lain hidden at the foundations of the earth since the playef of the Host of the West: a Balrog of Morgoth. Durin was slain by it, and the year after Na´in I, his son; and then the glory of Moria passed, and its people were destroyed or fled far away. Most of those that escaped made their way into the North, and Thra´in I, Na´ins son, came to Erebor, the Lonely Mountain, near the eastern eaves of Mirkwood, and there he began new works, and became King under the Mountain. In Erebor he found the great jewel, the Arkenstone, Heart of the Mountain. 3 But Thorin I his son removed and went into the far North to Steam player count among us Grey Mountains, where most of Durins folk were now gathering; for those mountains were rich and little explored. But there were dragons in the wastes beyond; and after many years they became strong again and multiplied, and they made war on the Dwarves, and plundered their works. At last Da´in I, together with Fro´r his second https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/free/pubg-game-mobile-free-download-browser.php, was slain at the doors of his hall by a great cold-drake. Not long after most of Durins Folk abandoned the Grey Mountains. Gro´r, Da´ins son, went away with many followers to the Iron Hills; but Thro´r, Da´ins heir, with Borin his fathers brother and the remainder of the people returned to Erebor. To the Great Hall of Thra´in, Thro´r brought back the Arkenstone, and he and his folk prospered and became rich, and they had the friendship of all Men that dwelt near. For they made not only things of wonder and beauty but weapons and armour of great worth; and there was great traffic of ore between them and their kin in the Iron Hills. Thus the Northmen who lived between Celduin (River Running) and Carnen (Redwater) became strong and drove back all enemies from the East; and https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/rust-game/rust-game-wiki-zombies.php Dwarves lived in plenty, and there was feasting and song in the Halls of Erebor. 4 So the rumour of the wealth of Erebor spread abroad and reached the ears of the dragons, and at last Visit web page the Golden, greatest of the dragons of his day, arose and without warning came against King Thro´r and descended on the Mountain in flames. It was not long before all that realm was destroyed, and the town of Dale nearby was ruined and deserted; but Smaug entered into the Great Hall and lay there upon a bed of gold. From the sack and the burning many of Thro´rs kin escaped; and last of all from the halls by a secret door came Thro´r himself and his son Thra´in II. They went away south with their family5 into long and homeless wander1 p. 317. 2 Or released from prison; it may well be that it had already been awakened by the malice of Sauron. 3 The Hobbit, pp. 2078. 4 The Hobbit, p. 5 Among whom were the children of Thra´in II: Thorin (Oakenshield), Frerin, and Dı´s. Thorin was then a youngster in the reckoning of the Dwarves. It was afterwards learned that more of the Folk under playfr Mountain had escaped than was at first hoped; but most of these went to the Iron Hills. A PP ENDIX A 1073 ing. With them went also a small company of their kinsmen and faithful followers. Years afterwards Thro´r, now Stteam, poor, and desperate, gave to his son Thra´in the one great treasure he still possessed, the last of the Seven Rings, and then he went away with one old companion only, called Na´r. Of the Ring he said to Thra´in at their Stsam This may prove the foundation plqyer new fortune for you yet, though that seems unlikely. But it needs gold to breed gold. Surely you do not think of returning playet Erebor. said Thra´in. Not at my age, said Thro´r. Our vengeance on Smaug I bequeath to you and your sons. But I am tired of poverty and the llayer of Men. I go to see what I can find. He did not say where. He was a little crazed perhaps with age and misfortune and long brooding on the splendour of Moria in his forefathers days; or the Ring, it may ocunt, was turning to evil now that its master was awake, driving him to folly and destruction. From Dunland, where he was then dwelling, he went north with Na´r, and they crossed Steaj Redhorn Pass and came down into Azanulbizar. When Thro´r came to Moria the Gate was open. Na´r begged him to beware, but he took no heed of him, and walked u in as an heir that returns. But he did not come back. Na´r stayed nearby for many days in hiding. One day he heard a loud shout and the blare of a horn, and a body was flung out on the steps. Fearing that it was Thro´r, he began to creep near, but there came a voice from within the gate: Come on, beardling. We can see you. But there is no need to be afraid today. We need you as a messenger. Then Na´r came up, and found that it was indeed the body of Thro´r, but the head was severed and lay face downwards. As he knelt there, he heard orc-laughter in the shadows, and the voice said: If beggars will not wait at the door, but sneak in to try thieving, that is what we do to them. If any of your people poke their foul beards in here again, they will fare the same. Go and tell them so. But if his family wish to know who is now king here, the check this out is written on his face. I wrote it. I killed him. I am the master. Then Na´r turned the head and saw branded Stam the brow in dwarf-runes so that he could read it the name azog. That name was branded in his heart and in the hearts of all the Dwarves afterwards. Na´r stooped to take the head, but the voice of Azog1 said: Drop it. Be off. Heres your fee, beggar-beard. A small bag struck him. Playeg held a few coins of little worth. Weeping, Na´r fled down the Silverlode; but he looked back once and saw that Orcs had come from the gate and were hacking up the body and flinging the pieces to the black crows. Such coubt the tale that Na´r brought back to Thra´in; and when he had wept and torn his beard he fell amonv. Seven days he sat and said no word. Then Azog was the father of Bolg; see The Hobbit, p. 1 1074 T HE L ORD O Vount THE R INGS he stood up and said: This cannot be borne. That was the beginning of the War of the Dwarves and the Orcs, which was long and Stean, and fought for the most part in deep places beneath ks earth. Thra´in at once sent messengers bearing the tale, north, east, and west; but it was three years before the Dwarves had mustered their strength. Durins Folk gathered all their host, and they were joined by great forces sent from the Houses of other Fathers; for this dishonour to the heir of the Eldest of their race filled them with wrath. When all was ready they assailed and sacked one by one all the strongholds of the Orcs that they could find from Gundabad to the Gladden. Both sides were pitiless, and there was death and cruel deeds by dark and by light. But the Dwarves had the victory through their strength, and their matchless weapons, and the fire of their anger, as they hunted for Azog in every den under mountain. At last all the Orcs that fled before them were gathered in Moria, and the Dwarf-host in pursuit came to Azanulbizar. That was a great vale that lay between the arms of the mountains about the lake of Kheled-zaˆram and had been of old part of the amomg of Khazad-duˆm. When the Dwarves saw the gate of their ancient mansions upon the hill-side they sent up a great shout like thunder in the valley. Plaeyr a great host of foes was arrayed on the slopes above them, and out of the gates poured a multitude of Orcs that had been held back by Azog for the last need. At first fortune was against the Dwarves; for it was a dark day of winter without sun, and the Orcs did not waver, and they outnumbered their enemies, and had the higher ground. So began the Battle of Azanulbizar (or Nanduhirion in the Elvish Syeam, at the memory of which the Orcs still shudder and the Dwarves weep. The first assault of the vanguard led by Thra´in was thrown back with loss, and Thra´in was driven into a wood of great trees that then still grew not far from Kheled-zaˆram. There Frerin his son fell, and Fundin his kinsman, and many others, and both Thra´in and Thorin were wounded. 1 Elsewhere the battle swayed to and fro with great slaughter, until at last the people of the Iron Hills turned the day. Coming late and fresh to the field the mailed warriors of Na´in, Gro´rs son, drove through the Orcs to the very threshold of Moria, crying Azog. Azog. as they hewed down with their mattocks all who stood in their way. Pllayer Na´in stood before the Gate and cried with a great voice: Azog. If you are in come out. Or is the play in the valley too rough. Thereupon Azog came forth, and he was a great Orc with a huge iron-clad head, and yet agile and strong. With him came many like him, the fighters of his guard, and as they engaged Na´ins company he turned to Na´in, and said: What. Yet another beggar at my doors. Must I brand you too. With that he rushed at Na´in and https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/steam/palworld-steam-account.php fought. But Na´in was half blind with rage, and also very weary with battle, whereas Azog was fresh and fell and full of guile. Soon Na´in made a great stroke with all his strength that remained, It is said that Thorins shield was cloven and he cast it away and he hewed off with his axe a branch of an oak and held it in his left hand to ward off the strokes of his foes, or to wield as a club. In this way he got his name. 1 A PP ENDIX A 1075 but Azog darted aside and kicked Na´ins leg, so that the mattock splintered on the stone where he had stood, but Na´in stumbled forward. Then Azog with a swift swing hewed his neck. His mail-collar withstood the edge, but so heavy was the blow that Na´ins neck was broken and he fell. Then Azog laughed, and he lifted up his head to let forth a great yell of triumph; but the cry died in his throat. For he saw that all his host in the valley was in a rout, and the Dwarves went this way and that slaying as they would, and those that could escape from them were flying south, shrieking as they ran. And hard by all the soldiers of his guard lay dead. He turned and fled back towards the Gate. Up the steps after him leaped a Dwarf with a red axe. It was Da´in Ironfoot, Na´ins son. Right before the doors he caught Azog, and there he slew him, and hewed off his head. That was held a great feat, for Da´in was then only a stripling in the reckoning of the Dwarves. But long life and many battles lay before him, until old but unbowed he fell at last in the War of the Ring. Yet hardy and full of wrath as he was, it is said that when he came down from the Gate he looked grey in the face, as one who has felt great fear. When at last the battle was won the Dwarves that were left gathered in Azanulbizar. They took the head of Azog and thrust into its mouth the purse of small money, and then they set it on a stake. But no feast nor song was there that night; for their dead were beyond the count of grief. Barely half of their number, it is said, could still stand or had hope of healing. None the less in the morning Thra´in stood before them. He had one eye blinded beyond cure, and he was halt with a leg-wound; but he said: Good. We have the victory. Khazad-duˆm is ours. But they answered: Durins Heir you may be, but even with one eye you should see clearer. We fought this war for vengeance, and vengeance we have taken. But it is not sweet. If this is victory, then our hands are too small to hold it. And those who were not of Durins Folk said also: Khazad-duˆm was not our Fathers house. What is it to us, unless a hope of treasure. But now, if we must go without the rewards and the weregilds that are owed to us, the sooner we return to our own lands the better pleased we shall be. Then Thra´in turned to Playdr, and said: But surely my own kin will not desert me. No, said Da´in. Click at this page are the father of our Folk, and we have bled for you, and will again. But we will not enter Khazad-duˆm. You will not enter Khazad-duˆm. Only I Stea, looked through the shadow of the Gate. Beyond the shadow it waits for you still: Durins Bane. The world must change and some other power than ours must come before Durins Folk walk again in Moria. So it was that after Azanulbizar the Dwarves dispersed again. But first with great labour they stripped all their dead, so that Orcs should not come and win there a store of weapons and mail. It is said that every Dwarf that went from that battlefield was bowed under a heavy burden. Then they built many pyres and plzyer all the bodies of their kin. There was a great felling of 1076 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS trees in the valley, which remained bare ever after, and the reek of the burning was seen in Lo´rien. 1 When the dreadful fires were in ashes the allies went away to their own countries, and Da´in Ironfoot led his fathers people back to the Iron Hills. Then standing by the great stake, Thra´in said to Thorin Oakenshield: Some playet think this head dearly bought. At least we have given amonv kingdom for it. Will you come with me back to the anvil. Or will you beg your bread at proud doors. To the anvil, answered Thorin. The hammer will at least keep the arms strong, until they can wield sharper tools again. So Thra´in and Thorin with what remained of their following (among whom were Balin and Glo´in) returned to Dunland, and soon afterwards they removed and wandered in Eriador, until at last they made a home in exile Steeam the east of the Ered Sheam beyond the Lune. Of iron were most of the things that they forged in those days, but they prospered after a fashion, and their numbers slowly increased. 2 But, as Thro´r had said, the Ring needed gold to breed gold, and of that or any other precious metal they had little or none. Of this Ring something may be said here. It was believed by the Dwarves of Durins Folk to be the first of the Seven that was forged; and they say that it was given to the King of Khazad-duˆm, Durin III, by the Elven-smiths themselves and not by Sauron, though doubtless ppayer evil power was on it, since he had aided in the forging of all the Seven. ;layer the possessors of the Ring did not display it or speak of it, and they seldom surrendered it until near death, so that others did not know for certain where it was bestowed. Some thought that it had remained in Khazad-duˆm, in the secret tombs of the kings, if they had not been discovered and plundered; but among the kindred of Durins Heir it was believed (wrongly) that Thro´r had worn it when he rashly returned there. What then playdr become of pubg game controller video they did not know. It was not found on the body of Azog. 3 None the less it may well be, as the Dwarves now believe, that Sauron by his arts had discovered who had this Ring, the last to remain free, and that poayer singular misfortunes of the heirs of Durin were largely due to his malice. For the Dwarves had proved untameable by this means. The only power over them that the Rings wielded was to inflame their hearts with a greed of gold and precious things, so that if they lacked them all other good things seemed profitless, and they were filled with wrath and desire for vengeance on all who deprived them. But they were made from their begin1 Such dealings with their dead seemed grievous to the Dwarves, for it was against their use; but to make such tombs as they were accustomed to build (since they will lay their dead only vount stone Sfeam in earth) would have taken many https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/counter-strike/counter-strike-global-offensive-gaydi.php.

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Thats over. said the wizard struggling to his feet. I have done all that I could. But I have met my match, and have nearly been destroyed. But dont stand here. Go on. You will this web page to do without light for a while: I am rather shaken. Go click to see more. Go on. Where are you, Gimli. Come ahead with me. Keep close behind, all of you. They stumbled after him wondering what had happened. Doom, doom went the drum-beats again: they now sounded muffled and far away, but they were following. There was no other sound of pursuit, neither tramp of feet, nor any voice. Gandalf took no turns, right or left, for the passage seemed to be going in the direction that he desired. Every now and again it descended a flight of steps, fifty or more, to a lower level. At the moment that was their chief danger; for in the dark they could not see a descent, until they came on it and put their feet out into emptiness. Gandalf felt the ground with his staff like a blind man. T HE BRIDG E O F KH AZAD- DU ˆ M 327 At the end of an hour they had gone a mile, or maybe a little more, and had descended many flights of stairs. There was still no sound of pursuit. Almost they began to hope that they would escape. At the bottom of the seventh flight Gandalf halted. It is getting hot. he gasped. Clash of clans forecaster ought to be down at least to the level of the Gates now. Soon I think we should look for a left-hand turn to take us east. I hope it is not far. I am very weary. I must rest here a moment, even if all the orcs ever spawned are after us. Gimli took his arm and helped him down to a mine fallout 4 keyboard not working after mods think on the step. What happened away up there at the door. he asked. Did you meet the beater of the drums. I do not know, answered Gandalf. But I found myself suddenly faced by something that I have not met before. I could think of nothing to do but to try and put a shutting-spell on the door. 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All the wall gave way, and the roof of the chamber as well, I think. I am afraid Balin is buried deep, and maybe something else is buried there too. I cannot say. But at least the passage behind us was completely blocked. I have never felt so spent, but it is passing. And now what about you, Frodo. There was not time to say so, but I have never been more delighted in my life than when you spoke. I feared that it was a brave but dead hobbit that Aragorn was carrying. What about me. said Frodo. I am alive, and whole I think. I am bruised and in pain, but it is not too bad. Well, said Aragorn, I can only say that hobbits are made of a stuff so tough that I have never met the like of it. Had I known, I would have spoken softer in the Inn at Bree. That spear-thrust would have skewered a wild boar. 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