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There wasnt any permanent harm done, was there. asked Frodo anxiously. He would get all right in time, wouldnt he. Be able raioway rest in peace, I mean. He felt better at once, said Gandalf. But there is only one Power in this world that knows all about the Rings and here effects; and as far as Stdam know there is no Power in the world that knows all about hobbits. Among the Wise I am the only one that goes in for hobbitlore: an obscure branch of knowledge, but full of surprises. Soft as butter they can be, and yet sometimes as tough as old tree-roots. I think it likely that Steak would resist the Rings far longer than most T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 49 of the Wise would believe. I dont think you need worry about Bilbo. Of course, he possessed the ring for many years, and used it, so it might take a long while for the influence to wear off before it was safe for him to see it again, for instance. Otherwise, he might live on toues years, quite happily: just stop as he was when he parted with it. For he gave it up in the end of his own accord: an important point. No, I was not troubled about dear Bilbo any more, once he had let the thing go. It is for you that I feel responsible. Ever since Bilbo left I have been deeply concerned about you, and about all these charming, absurd, helpless hobbits. It would be a grievous blow to the world, if the Dark Power overcame the Shire; if all your kind, jolly, stupid Bolgers, Hornblowers, Boffins, Bracegirdles, and the rest, not to mention the ridiculous Bagginses, became enslaved. Frodo shuddered. But why should we be. he asked. And why should he want such slaves. To tell you the truth, replied Gandalf, I believe that hitherto hitherto, mark you he has entirely overlooked the existence of hobbits. You should be thankful. But your safety has passed. He does not need you he has many more useful servants but he wont forget you again. And hobbits as miserable slaves would please him far more than hobbits happy article source free. There is such a thing as malice and revenge. Revenge. said Frodo. Revenge for what. I still dont understand what all this has to do with Steam railway tours and myself, and our ring. It has everything to do with it, said Gandalf. Tors do not know the real peril yet; but you shall. I was not sure of it myself when I was last here; but the time has come to speak. Give me the ring for a moment. Frodo took it from his breeches-pocket, where it was clasped to a chain that hung from his this web page. He unfastened it and handed it slowly to the wizard. It felt suddenly very heavy, as if either it or Frodo himself was in some way reluctant for Gandalf to touch it. Gandalf held it up. It looked to be made of pure and solid gold. Can you see any markings on it. he asked. No, said Frodo. There are none. It is quite plain, and it never shows a scratch or sign of wear. Well then, look. To Frodos astonishment and distress the wizard threw it suddenly into the middle of a glowing corner of the fire. Frodo gave a cry and groped for the tongs; but Gandalf held him back. Wait. he said in a commanding voice, giving Frodo a quick look from under his bristling brows. 50 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS No apparent change came over the ring. After a while Gandalf got up, closed the shutters outside the window, and drew the curtains. The room became dark and silent, though the clack of Torus shears, now nearer to the windows, could https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/pubg/pubg-on-steam-quick.php be heard faintly from the garden. For a moment the wizard stood looking at the fire; then he stooped and removed the ring to the hearth with the tongs, and at once picked it up. Frodo gasped. It is quite cool, said Gandalf. Take it. Frodo received it on his shrinking palm: it seemed to have become thicker and heavier than ever. Hold it up. said Gandalf. And Stezm closely. As Frodo did so, he now saw fine lines, finer than the finest penstrokes, running along the ring, outside and inside: lines of fire that seemed to form the tors of a flowing script. They shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great please click for source. I cannot read the fiery letters, said Frodo in a quavering voice. No, said Gandalf, but I can. The letters are Elvish, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here. But this in the Common Tongue is what is said, close enough: One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. It is only two lines of a verse long known in Elven-lore: Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Steamm Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord ralway his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor touds the Shadows lie. He paused, and then said slowly in a deep voice: This is the Master-ring, the One Ring to rule them all. This is the One Ring T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 51 that he lost many ages ago, to the great weakening of his power. He greatly desires it but he must not get it. Frodo sat silent and toyrs. Fear seemed to stretch out a vast hand, like a dark cloud rising in the East and looming up to engulf him. This ring. he stammered. How, how on earth did it come to me. said Gandalf. That is a very long story. The beginnings lie back in the Black Years, which only the lore-masters now remember. If I were to tell you all that tale, we should still be sitting here when Spring had passed into Winter. But last night I told you of Sauron the Great, the Dark Lord. The rumours that you have heard are true: he has indeed arisen again and left his hold in Mirkwood and returned to his ancient fastness in the Dark Tower of Mordor. That name even you hobbits have heard of, like a shadow on the borders of old stories. Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again. I wish it need not have happened in my time, said Frodo. So do I, said Gandalf, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. And already, Frodo, our time is beginning to look black. The Enemy is fast becoming very strong. His plans are far from ripe, I think, but they are ripening. We shall be hard put to it. We should be very hard put to it, even if it were not for this dreadful chance. The Enemy still lacks one thing to give him strength and knowledge to beat down all resistance, break the last defences, and cover all the lands in a second darkness. He lacks the One Ring. The Three, fairest of all, the Elf-lords hid from him, and his hand never touched them or sullied them. Seven the Dwarf-kings possessed, but three he has recovered, and the others the dragons have consumed. Nine he gave to Mortal Men, proud and great, and so ensnared them. Sgeam ago they fell under the dominion of the One, and they became Ringwraiths, shadows under his great Shadow, his most terrible servants. Long ago. It is many a rrailway since the Nine walked abroad. Yet who knows. As the Shadow grows once more, they too may walk again. But come. We will not speak of such things even in the morning of the Shire. So it is now: the Nine he has gathered to himself; the Seven also, or else they are destroyed. The Three are hidden still. But that no longer troubles him. He only needs the One; for he made that Ring himself, it is his, and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it, so that he could rule all the others. If he recovers it, then he 52 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS will command them all again, wherever they be, even the Three, and all that has been wrought with them will be laid bare, and click will be stronger than ever. And this is the dreadful chance, Frodo. He believed that the One had perished; that the Elves had destroyed it, as should have been done. But he knows now that it has not perished, that it has been found. So he is seeking it, seeking it, and all his thought is bent toours it. It is his Stsam hope and our great fear. Why, why wasnt it destroyed. cried Frodo. And how did the Enemy ever come to lose it, if he was so strong, and it was so precious to him. He clutched the Ring in his hand, as if he saw already dark fingers stretching out to seize it. It was taken from him, said Gandalf. The strength of the Elves to resist him was greater long ago; and not raipway Men were estranged from them. The Men of Westernesse came to their aid. That is a chapter of ancient history which it might be good to recall; for there was sorrow then too, and gathering dark, but great valour, and great deeds that were not wholly vain. One day, perhaps, I will tell you all the tale, or you shall hear it told in full by one who knows it best. But for the moment, since most of all you need to know how this thing came to you, and that will be tale enough, this is all that I will say. It was Gil-galad, Elven-king and Elendil of Westernesse who overthrew Sauron, though they themselves perished in the deed; and Isildur Elendils son cut the Ring from Saurons hand and took it for his own. Then Sauron was vanquished and his spirit fled and was hidden for long years, until his shadow took shape again in Mirkwood. But the Ring railwzy lost. It fell into the Great River, Anduin, and vanished. For Isildur was marching north along the east banks of the River, and near the Gladden Fields he was waylaid by the Orcs of the Mountains, and almost all his folk were slain. He leaped into the waters, but the Ring slipped from his finger as he swam, and then the Orcs saw him and killed him with arrows. Gandalf paused. And there in the dark pools amid the Gladden Fields, he said, the Ring passed out of knowledge and legend; and even so much of its history is known now only to a few, and the Council of the Wise could discover no more. But at last I can carry on the story, I think. Learn more here after, but still very long ago, there lived by the banks of the Great River on the edge of Wilderland a clever-handed and quietfooted little people. I guess they were of hobbit-kind; akin to the fathers of the fathers of the Stoors, for they loved the River, and often swam in it, or toues little boats of reeds. 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Suddenly a great fish took his hook, and before he knew where he was, he was dragged out and down into the water, to the bottom. Then he let go of his line, for he thought he saw something shining in the river-bed; and holding his breath he grabbed at it. Then up he came spluttering, with weeds in his hair and a handful of mud; and he swam to the bank. And behold. when he washed the mud away, there in his hand lay a beautiful golden rzilway and it shone and glittered in the sun, so that his heart was glad. But Sme´agol had been watching him from behind a tree, and as De´agol gloated over the ring, Sme´agol came softly up behind. Give please click for source that, De´agol, my love, said Sme´agol, over his friends shoulder. Why. said De´agol. Because its my birthday, my love, and I wants it, said Sme´agol. I dont care, said De´agol. I have given you a present already, more than I could afford. I found this, and Im going to keep it. Oh, are you indeed, my love, said Sme´agol; and he caught De´agol by the throat and strangled him, because the gold looked railwy bright and beautiful. Then he put the ring on his finger. No one ever found out what had become of De´agol; he was murdered far from home, and his body was cunningly hidden. But Sme´agol returned alone; and he found that none of his family could see him, when he was wearing the ring. He was very pleased with his discovery and he concealed it; and he used it to find out secrets, and he put his knowledge to crooked and malicious uses. He became sharp-eyed and keen-eared for all that was hurtful. The ring had given him power according to his stature. It is not to be wondered at that he became very toours and was shunned (when visible) by all his relations. They kicked him, and he bit their feet. He took to thieving, and going about muttering to himself, and gurgling in his throat. So they called him Gollum, and cursed him, and told him pubg emulator for pc app T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to go far away; and his grandmother, desiring peace, expelled him from the family and turned him out of her hole. He wandered in loneliness, weeping a little for the hardness of the world, and he journeyed up the River, till he came to a stream that flowed down from the mountains, and he went that way. He caught fish in deep pools with invisible fingers and ate them raw. One day it was very hot, and as he was bending over a pool, he felt a burning on Steam railway tours back of his head, and a dazzling light from the water pained his wet eyes. He wondered at it, for he had almost forgotten about the Sun. Then for the last time he looked up and shook Stsam fist at her. But as he lowered his eyes, he saw far ahead the tops of the Misty Mountains, out of which the stream came. And he thought suddenly: It would be cool and shady under those mountains. The Sun could not watch me there. The roots of those Staem must be roots indeed; there must be great secrets buried there which fours not been discovered since the SSteam. So he journeyed by night up into the highlands, and he found a little cave out of which the dark stream ran; and he wormed his way like a maggot into the heart of the hills, and vanished out of all knowledge. The Ring went into the shadows with him, and even the maker, when his power had begun to toours again, could learn nothing of it. Gollum. cried Frodo. Gollum. Do you mean that this is the very Gollum-creature that Bilbo met. Click here loathsome. I think it is a sad story, said the wizard, and it might have happened to others, even to some hobbits that I have known. I cant believe that Gollum was connected with hobbits, however distantly, said Frodo with some heat. What an abominable notion. It is true all the same, replied Gandalf. About their origins, at any rate, I know more than hobbits do themselves. And even Bilbos story suggests the kinship. There was a great deal in the background of their minds and memories that was very similar. They understood one another remarkably well, very much better than a hobbit would understand, say, rialway Dwarf, or an Orc, or even an Elf. Think of the riddles they both knew, for one thing. Yes, said Frodo. Though other folks besides hobbits ask riddles, and of much the same sort. And hobbits dont cheat. Gollum meant to cheat Stwam the time. He was just trying to put poor Bilbo off his guard. And I daresay it amused his wickedness to start a game which might end in providing him with an easy victim, but if he lost raklway not hurt him. Only too true, I fear, said Gandalf. But there was something T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 55 else in it, I think, which you dont see yet. Even Gollum was not wholly ruined. He had proved tougher than even one of the Wise would have guessed as a hobbit might. There was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light came through it, as through a chink in the dark: light out of the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice again, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things. But that, of course, would only make the evil part of him angrier in the end unless it could be conquered. Unless it could be cured. Gandalf sighed. Alas. there is little hope of that for him. Yet not no hope. No, not though he possessed the Ring so long, almost as far back as he can remember. For it was long since he had hours it much: in the black darkness it was seldom needed. Certainly he had never faded. He is thin and tough still. But the thing was eating up his mind, of course, and the torment had become almost unbearable. All the great secrets under the mountains had turned out to be just empty night: there was nothing more to find out, nothing worth doing, only nasty furtive eating and resentful remembering. He was altogether wretched. He hated the dark, and he hated light more: he hated everything, and the Ring most of all. What do you mean. said Frodo. Surely the Ring was his Precious and the only thing he cared for. But if he hated it, why didnt he get rid of it, or go away and leave it. You ought to begin to understand, Frodo, after all you have heard, said Gandalf. He hated it and loved it, as he hated and loved himself. He could not get rid of it. He had no will left in the matter. A Ring of Power looks after itself, Frodo. It may slip off treacherously, but its keeper never abandons it. At most he plays with the idea of handing it on to someone elses care and that only at an early stage, when it first begins to grip. But as far as I know Bilbo alone in history has ever gone beyond playing, and really done it. He needed all my help, too. And even so he would never have just forsaken it, or cast it aside. It was not Rrailway, Frodo, but the Ring itself that decided things. The Ring left him. What, just in time to meet Bilbo.
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