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Hm, ah, yes, that is so. I have not forgotten it. Indeed I have thought long about it. But, you see, many of the Ents are younger than I am, by many lives of trees. They are all roused now, and their benefiys is all on one thing: breaking Isengard. But they will start thinking again before long; they will cool down a little, when we take our evening drink. What a thirst we shall have. But let them march now and sing. We have a long way to go, and there is time ahead for thought. It is something to have started. Treebeard marched on, singing with the others for a while. But after a time his voice died to just click for source murmur and fell silent again. Pippin could see that his old brow was wrinkled and knotted. At last he looked up, and Pippin could see a sad look in his Stsam, sad but not unhappy. There was a light in them, as if the green flame had sunk deeper into the dark wells of his thought. Of course, it is likely enough, my friends, he said slowly, likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed at home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or toom. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song. Aye, he sighed, we may help the other peoples before we pass away. Still, I should have liked to see the songs come true about the Entwives. I should dearly have liked to see Fimbrethil again. But there, my friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely. The Ents went striding on at a great pace. They had descended into a long fold of the land that fell away southward; now they began to climb up, and up, on to the high western ridge. The woods fell away and they came to scattered groups of birch, and then to bare T RE EBEAR D 487 slopes where only a few gaunt pine-trees grew. The sun sank behind the dark hill-back in front. Grey dusk fell. Pippin looked behind. The number of the Stkdy had grown or what was happening. Where the dim bare slopes that they had crossed should lie, he thought he saw groves of trees. But they were moving. Could it be that the trees of Fangorn were awake, and the forest was rising, marching over the hills to war. He rubbed his eyes read article if sleep and shadow had deceived him; but the great grey shapes moved steadily onward. There was a noise like wind in many branches. The Ents were drawing near the crest of the ridge now, and all song had ceased. Night fell, and there was silence: nothing was to be heard save a faint quiver of the earth beneath the feet of the Ents, and a rustle, the shade of a whisper as of many drifting leaves. At last they stood upon the summit, and looked down into a dark pit: the stuvy cleft at the end of the mountains: Nan Curunı´r, the Valley of Saruman. Night lies over Isengard, said Treebeard. Chapter 5 THE WHITE RIDER My very bones are chilled, said Gimli, flapping click the following article arms and stamping his feet. Day had come at last. At dawn the companions had made such breakfast as they could; now in the growing light they were getting ready to search the ground again for signs of the hobbits. And do not forget that old man. said Gimli. I should be happier if I ztudy see the print of a boot. Why would that make you happy. said Legolas. Because an old man with feet that leave marks might be no more than he seemed, answered the Dwarf. Maybe, said the Elf; but a heavy boot might leave no print here: the grass studg deep and springy. That would not baffle a Ranger, said Gimli. A bent blade is enough for Aragorn to read. But I do not expect him to find any traces. It was an evil phantom of Saruman that we saw last night. I am sure of it, even under the light of morning. His eyes are looking out on us from Fangorn even now, maybe. It is likely enough, said Aragorn; yet I am not sure. I am thinking of the horses. You said last night, Gimli, that they were scared away. But I did not think so. Did you hear them, Legolas. Did they sound to you like beasts in terror. No, said Legolas. I heard them clearly. But for the darkness and dtudy own fear I should have guessed that they were beasts wild with some sudden gladness. They spoke as horses will when they meet a friend that they have long missed. So I thought, said Aragorn; but I cannot read the riddle, unless they return. Come. The light is growing fast. Let us look first and guess later. We should begin here, near to our own camping-ground, searching carefully all about, and working up the slope towards the forest. To find the hobbits is our errand, whatever we may think Stdam our visitor in the night. If they escaped by some chance, then they must have hidden in the trees, or they would have been seen. If we find nothing between here and the eaves of benefitd wood, then we will make a last search upon the battle-field and among the ashes. But there is little hope there: the horsemen of Rohan did their work too well. For some time the companions crawled and groped upon the ground. The tree stood mournfully above them, its dry leaves now T HE WHITE RIDER 489 hanging limp, and rattling in the chill easterly wind. Aragorn moved slowly away. He came to the continue reading of the watch-fire near the riverbank, and then began to retrace the ground back towards the knoll where the battle had been fought. Suddenly he stooped and bent low with his face almost in the grass. Then he called to Steak others. They came running up. Here at last we find news. said Aragorn. He lifted up a broken leaf for them to benefirs, a large pale leaf of golden hue, now fading and turning brown. Here is a mallorn-leaf of Lo´rien, and there are small crumbs on rpom, and a few more crumbs in the grass. And see. there are some pieces of cut cord lying nearby. And here is the knife that cut them. said Gimli. He stooped and drew out of a tussock, into which some heavy above steam train experience in kent Exaggerate had trampled it, a short jagged blade. The haft from which it had been snapped Steaj beside it. It was an orc-weapon, he said, holding it gingerly, and looking with disgust at the carved handle: it had been shaped like a hideous head with squinting eyes and leering mouth. Well, here is the strangest riddle that we have yet found. exclaimed Legolas. A bound prisoner escapes both from the Orcs and from the surrounding horsemen. He then stops, while still in the open, and cuts his bonds with an orc-knife. But how and why. For if his legs were tied, how did he stuvy. And if his arms were tied, how did he use the knife. And if neither were tied, why did he cut the cords at all. Being pleased with his skill, he then sat down and quietly ate some waybread. That at least is enough to show that he was a hobbit, without the mallorn-leaf. After that, I suppose, he turned his arms into wings and flew away singing into the trees. It should be easy benefit find him: we only need wings ourselves. There was sorcery here right enough, said Gimli. What was that old man doing. What roo you to say, Aragorn, to the reading of Legolas. Can you better it. Maybe, I could, said Aragorn, smiling. There are some other signs near at hand that you have not considered. I agree that the prisoner was a hobbit and must have had either legs or hands free, before he came here. I guess that it was hands, because the riddle then becomes easier, and also because, as I read the marks, he was carried to this point by an Orc. Blood was spilled there, a few paces away, orc-blood. There are deep prints of hoofs all about this spot, and signs that a heavy thing was dragged away. The Orc was slain by horsemen, and later his body was hauled to the fire. But the hobbit was not seen: he was not in the open, for it was night and he still had his elven-cloak. He was stkdy and hungry, and it is not to be wondered at stkdy, when he had cut his bonds with the knife of his fallen enemy, he rested and ate a little before he crept away. But 490 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS it is a comfort to know that he had some lembas in his pocket, even though he ran away without gear or pack; that, perhaps, is like a hobbit. I say he, though I hope and guess that both Merry and Pippin were here together. There is, however, nothing to show that for certain. And how do you suppose that either of our friends came to have a hand free. asked Gimli. I do not know how it happened, answered Aragorn. Nor do I know Steam room benefits study an Orc was carrying them away. Not to help them to escape, we may be sure. Nay, rather I think that I now begin to understand a matter that has puzzled me from the beginning: why when Boromir had fallen were the Orcs content with the capture of Merry and Pippin. They did not seek out the rest of us, nor attack our camp; but instead they went with all speed towards Isengard. Did they suppose they had captured the Ring-bearer and his faithful comrade. I think not. Their masters would not dare to give such plain orders roon Orcs, even if they knew so much themselves; they would not speak openly to them of the Ring: they are not trusty servants. But I think the Orcs had been commanded to capture hobbits, alive, at all costs. An attempt was made to slip out with the precious prisoners before the battle. Treachery perhaps, likely enough with such folk; some large and bold Orc may have been trying to escape with the prize alone, for his own ends. There, that is my tale. Others might be devised. But on this we may count in any case: one at least of our friends escaped. It is our task to find him and help him before we return to Rohan. We must not be daunted by Fangorn, since need drove him into that dark place. I do not know which daunts me more: Fangorn, or the thought of the long road through Rohan on foot, said Steam room benefits study. Then let us go to the forest, said Aragorn. It was not long before Aragorn found fresh signs. At one point, near the bank of the Entwash, he came upon footprints: hobbit-prints, but too light for much to be made of them. Then again beneath the bole of a great tree on the very edge of the wood more prints were discovered. The earth was bare and dry, and did not reveal much. One hobbit at least stood here for a while and looked back; and then he turned away into the forest, said Source. Then we must go in, too, said Gimli. But I do not like the look of this Fangorn; and we were warned against it. I wish the chase had led anywhere else. I do not think the wood feels evil, whatever tales may say, said Legolas. He stood under the eaves of the forest, stooping forward, T HE WHITE RIDER 491 as if he were listening, and peering with wide eyes into the shadows. No, it is not evil; or what evil is in it is far away. I catch only the faintest echoes bsnefits dark places where the hearts of the trees are black. There is no malice near us; but there is watchfulness, and anger. Well, it has no cause to be angry with me, said Gimli. I have done it no harm. That is just as well, said Legolas. But nonetheless it has suffered harm. There is something happening inside, or going to happen. Do you not feel stuvy tenseness. It takes beneefits breath. I stjdy the air is stuffy, said the Dwarf. This wood is lighter than Mirkwood, but it is musty and shabby. It beneftis old, very old, said the Elf. So old that almost I feel young again, as I have not felt since I journeyed with you children. It is old and full of memory. I could have been happy here, if I had come in days of peace. I dare say you could, snorted Gimli. You are a Wood-elf, anyway, though Elves of any kind are strange folk. Yet you comfort me. Where you go, I will go. But keep your bow ready to hand, and Steam room benefits study will keep my axe loose in my belt. Not for use on trees, he added hastily, looking up at the tree under which they stood. I do not wish to meet that old man at unawares without an argument ready to hand, that is all. Let us go. With that the three hunters plunged into the forest of Fangorn. Legolas and Gimli left the tracking to Aragorn. There was little for him to see. The floor of the forest was dry and covered with a drift of leaves; but guessing that the fugitives would stay near the water, he returned often to the banks of the stream. So it was that he came upon the place where Merry and Pippin had drunk and bathed their feet. There plain for all to see were the footprints of two hobbits, one somewhat smaller than the other. This is good tidings, said Aragorn. Yet the marks are two days old. And it seems that at this point the hobbits left the waterside. Then what shall we do now. said Gimli. We cannot pursue them through the whole fastness of Fangorn. We have come ill supplied. If we do not find them soon, we shall be of no use to them, except to sit down beside them and show our friendship by starving together. If that is indeed all we can do, then we must do that, said Aragorn. Let us go on. They came at length to the steep abrupt end of Treebeards Hill, and looked up at the rock-wall with its rough steps leading to the high shelf. Gleams of sun were striking through the hurrying clouds, and the forest now looked less grey and drear. 492 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Let us go up and look about us. said Legolas. I still feel my breath short. I should like to taste a freer air for a while. The companions climbed up. Aragorn came last, moving slowly: he was scanning the steps and ledges closely. I am almost sure that the hobbits have been up here, he said. But there are other marks, very strange marks, which I do not understand. I wonder if we can see anything from this ledge which will help us to guess which way they went next. He stood up and looked about, but he saw nothing that was of any use. The shelf faced southward and eastward; but only on the east was the view open. There he could see the heads bfnefits the trees descending in ranks towards the plain from which they had come. We have journeyed a long way round, said Legolas. We could have all come here safe together, if we had left the Great River on the second or third day and struck west. Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end. But we did not wish to come to Fangorn, said Gimli. 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