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At once Frodo thought of Boromir, for these Men were like him in stature and bearing, and in their manner of speech. We have not found what we sought, source one. But what have we found. Not Orcs, said another, releasing the hilt of his sword, which he had seized when he saw the glitter of Sting in Frodos hand. Elves. said a third, doubtfully. Nay. Not Elves, said the fourth, the tallest, and as it appeared the chief among them. Elves do not walk in Ithilien in these days. And Elves are wondrous fair to look upon, or so tis said. Meaning were not, I take you, said Sam. Thank you kindly. And when youve finished discussing us, perhaps youll say who you are, and why you cant let two tired travellers rest. The tall green Strategic gears laughed grimly. I am Faramir, Captain of Gondor, he said. But there are no travellers in this land: only the servants of the Dark Tower, or of the White. But we are neither, said Frodo. And travellers we are, whatever Captain Faramir may say. Then make haste to declare yourselves and your errand, said Faramir. We have a work to do, and this is no time or place for riddling or parleying. Come. Where is the third of your company. The third. Yes, the skulking fellow that we saw with his nose in the pool down yonder. He had an ill-favoured look. Some spying breed of Orc, I guess, or a creature of theirs. But he gave us the slip by some fox-trick. I do not know where he is, said Frodo. He is only a chance companion met upon our road, and I am not answerable for him. If you come on him, spare him. Bring him or send him to us. He is only a wretched gangrel creature, but I have him under my care for a while. But as for us, we are Hobbits of the Shire, far to the North and West, beyond many rivers. Frodo son of Drogo is my name, and with me is Samwise son of Hamfast, a worthy hobbit in my service. We have come by long ways out of Rivendell, or Imladris as some 658 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS call it. Here Faramir started and grew intent. Seven companions we had: one we lost at Moria, the others we left at Parth Galen above Rauros: two of my kin; a Dwarf there was also, and an Elf, and two Men. They were Aragorn; and Boromir, who said that he came out of Minas Tirith, a city in the South. Boromir. all the four men exclaimed. Boromir son of the Lord Denethor. said Faramir, and a strange stern look came into his face. You came with him. That is news indeed, if it be true. Know, little strangers, that Boromir son of Denethor was High Warden of the White Tower, and our CaptainGeneral: sorely do we miss him. Who are you then, and what had you to do with him. Be swift, for the Sun is climbing. Are the riddling words known to you that Boromir brought to Rivendell. Frodo replied. Seek for the Sword that was Broken. In Imladris it dwells. The words are known indeed, said Faramir in astonishment. It is some token of your truth that you also know them. Aragorn whom I named isthe bearer ofthe Sword that wasBroken, said Frodo. And we are the Halflings that the rhyme spoke of. That I see, said Faramir thoughtfully. Or I see excavator rust knife game it might be so. And what is Isildurs Bane. That is hidden, answered Frodo. Doubtless it will be made clear in time. We must learn more of this, said Faramir, and know what brings you so far east under the shadow of yonder-- he pointed and said no name. But not now. We have business in hand. You are in peril, and you would not have link far by field or road this day. There will be hard handstrokes nigh at hand ere the day is full. Then death, or swift flight back to Anduin. I will leave two to guard you, for your good and for mine. Wise man trusts not to chance-meeting on the road in this land. If I return, I will speak more with you. Farewell. said Frodo, bowing low. Think what you will, I am a friend of all enemies of the One Enemy. We would go with you, if we halfling folk could hope to serve you, such doughty men and strong as you seem, and if my errand permitted it. May the light shine on your swords. The Halflings are courteous folk, whatever else they be, said Faramir. Pubg game download now not playing. The hobbits sat down again, but they said nothing to one another of their thoughts and doubts. Close by, just under the dappling O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 659 shadow of the dark bay-trees, two men remained on guard. They took off their masks now and again to cool them, as the day-heat here, and Frodo saw that they were goodly men, pale-skinned, dark of hair, with grey eyes and faces sad and proud. They spoke together in soft voices, at first using the Common Speech, but after the manner of older days, and then changing to another language of their own. To his amazement, as he listened Frodo became aware that it was the elven-tongue that they spoke, or one but little different; and he looked at them with wonder, for he knew then that they must be Du´nedain of the South, men of the line of the Lords of Westernesse. After a while he spoke to them; but they were slow and cautious in answering. They named themselves Mablung and Damrod, soldiers of Gondor, and they were Rangers of Ithilien; for they were descended from folk who lived in Ithilien at one time, before it was overrun. From such men the Lord Denethor chose his forayers, who crossed the Anduin secretly (how or where, they would not say) to harry the Orcs and other enemies that roamed between the Ephel Du´ ath and the River. It is close on ten leagues hence to the east-shore of Anduin, said Mablung, and we seldom come so far afield. But we have a new errand on this journey: we come to ambush the Men of Harad. Curse them. Aye, curse the Southrons. said Damrod. Tis said that there were dealings of old between Gondor and the kingdoms of the Harad in the Far South; though there was never friendship. In those days our bounds were away south beyond the mouths of Anduin, and Umbar, the nearest of their realms, acknowledged our sway. But that is long since. Tis many lives of Men since any passed to or fro between us. Now of late we have learned that the Enemy has been among them, and they are gone over to Him, or back to Him they were ever ready to His will as have so many also in the East. I doubt not that the days of Gondor are numbered, and the walls of Minas Tirith are doomed, so great is His strength and malice. But still we will not sit idle and let Him do all as He would, said Mablung. These cursed Southrons come now marching up the ancient roads to swell the hosts of the Dark Tower. Yea, up the very roads that craft of Gondor made. And they go ever more heedlessly, we learn, thinking that the power of their new master is great game watch pubg friv, so that the mere shadow of His hills will protect them. We come to teach them another lesson. Great strength of them was reported to us some days ago, marching north. One of their regiments is due by our reckoning to pass by, some time ere noon up on the road above, where it passes through the cloven way. The road may pass, but they shall not. Not while Faramir is Captain. He leads now in all perilous 660 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS ventures. But his life is charmed, or fate spares him for some other end. Their talk died down into a listening silence. All seemed still and watchful. Sam, crouched by the edge of the fern-brake, peered out. With his keen hobbit-eyes he saw that many more Men were about. He could see them stealing up the slopes, singly or in long files, keeping always to the shade of grove or thicket, or crawling, hardly visible in their brown and green raiment, through grass and brake. All were hooded and masked, and had gauntlets on their hands, and were armed like Faramir and his companions. Before long they had all passed and vanished. The sun rose till it neared the South. The shadows shrank. I wonder where that dratted Gollum is. thought Sam, as he crawled back into deeper shade. He stands a fair chance of being spitted for an Orc, or of being roasted by the Yellow Face. But I fancy hell look after himself. He lay down beside Frodo and began to doze. He woke, thinking that he had heard horns blowing. Strategic gears sat up. It was now high noon. The guards stood alert and tense in the shadow of the trees. Suddenly the horns rang out louder and beyond mistake from above, over the top of the slope. Sam thought that he heard cries and wild shouting also, but the sound was faint, as if it came out of some distant cave. Then presently the noise of fighting broke out near at hand, just above their hiding-place. He could hear plainly the ringing grate of steel on steel, the clang of sword on iron cap, the dull beat of blade on shield; men were yelling and screaming, and one clear loud voice was calling Gondor. Gondor. It sounds like a hundred blacksmiths all smithying together, said Sam to Frodo. Theyre as near as I want them now. But the noise grew closer. They are coming. cried Damrod. See. Some of the Southrons have broken from the trap and are flying from the road. There they go. Our men after them, and the Captain leading. Sam, eager to see more, went now and joined the guards. He scrambled a little way up into one of the larger of the bay-trees. For a moment he caught a glimpse of swarthy men in red running down the slope some way off with green-clad warriors leaping after them, hewing them down as they fled. Arrows were thick in the air. Then suddenly straight over the rim of their sheltering bank, a man fell, crashing through the slender trees, nearly on top of them. He came to rest in the fern a few feet away, face downward, green arrow-feathers sticking from his neck below a golden collar. His scarlet robes were O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 661 tattered, his corslet of overlapping brazen plates was rent and hewn, his black plaits of hair braided with gold were drenched with blood. His brown hand still clutched the hilt of a broken sword. It was Sams first view of a battle of Men against Men, and he did not like it much. He was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the mans name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his home; and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace all in a flash of thought which was quickly driven from his mind. For just as Mablung stepped towards the fallen body, there was a new noise. Great crying and shouting. Amidst it Sam heard a shrill bellowing or trumpeting. And then a great thudding and bumping, like huge rams dinning on the ground. Ware. Ware. cried Damrod to his companion. May the Valar turn him aside. Muˆmak. Muˆmak. To his astonishment and terror, and lasting delight, Sam saw a vast shape crash out of the trees and come careering down the slope. Big as a house, much bigger than a house, it looked to him, a grey-clad moving hill. Fear and wonder, maybe, enlarged him in the hobbits eyes, but the Muˆmak of Harad was indeed a beast of vast bulk, and the like of him does not walk now in Middle-earth; his kin that live still in latter days are but memories of his girth and majesty. On he came, straight towards the watchers, and then swerved aside in Strategic gears nick of time, passing only a few yards away, rocking the ground beneath their feet: his great legs like trees, enormous sail-like ears spread out, long snout upraised like a huge serpent about to strike, his small red eyes raging. His upturned hornlike tusks were bound with bands of gold and dripped with blood. His trappings of scarlet and gold flapped about him in wild tatters. The ruins of what seemed a very war-tower lay upon his heaving back, smashed in his furious passage through the woods; and high upon his neck still desperately clung a tiny figure the body of a mighty warrior, a giant among the Swertings. On the great beast thundered, blundering in blind wrath through pool and thicket. Arrows skipped and snapped harmlessly about the triple hide of his flanks. Men of both sides fled before him, but many he overtook and crushed to the ground. Soon he was lost to view, still trumpeting and stamping far away. What became of him Sam never heard: whether he escaped to roam the wild for a time, until he perished far from his home or was trapped in some deep pit; or whether he raged on until click here plunged in the Great River and was swallowed up. 662 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Sam drew a deep breath. An Oliphaunt it was. he said. So there are Oliphaunts, and I have seen one. What a life. But no one at home will ever believe me. Well, if thats over, Ill have a bit of sleep. Sleep while you may, said Mablung. But the Captain will return, if he is unhurt; and when he comes we shall depart swiftly. We shall be pursued as soon as news of our deed reaches the Enemy, and that will not be long. Go quietly when you must. said Sam. No need to disturb my sleep. I was walking all night. Mablung laughed. I do not think the Captain will leave you here, Master Samwise, he said. But you shall check this out. Chapter 5 THE WINDOW O N THE WEST It seemed to Sam that he had only dozed for a few minutes when he awoke to find that it was late afternoon and Faramir had come back. He had brought many men with him; indeed all the survivors of the foray were now gathered on the slope nearby, two or three hundred strong. They sat in a wide semicircle, between the arms of which Faramir was seated on the ground, while Frodo stood before him. It looked strangely like the trial of a prisoner. Sam crept out from the fern, but no one paid any attention to him, and he placed himself at the end of the rows of men, where he could see and hear all that was going on. He watched and listened intently, ready to dash to his masters aid if needed.
Long ago. It is many a year since the Nine walked abroad. Yet who knows. As the Shadow grows once Ruzt, they too may walk again. But come. We will owoden speak of such things even in the morning of the Shire. So it is now: the Nine he has gathered to wooen Rust game large wooden sign art for sale 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 he will be stronger than ever. And this is the dreadful chance, Frodo. He believed that the One had perished; that the Rut 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 on it. It is his great 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 see more to him. He clutched the Ring in his hand, as if he saw already dark fingers stretching out to seize it. It was taken Rust game large wooden sign art for sale him, said Gandalf. The strength Rust game large wooden sign art for sale the Elves to resist him sgn greater long ago; and not all 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, sal great deeds that were not wholly vain. One day, perhaps, I will tell you all the tale, Rus you shall hear it told in full by one who knows it best. But for gamd 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 visit web page Elendil of Westernesse who overthrew Sauron, though they themselves perished in the deed; and Isildur Elendils son woodej 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 was 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 dont unlock achievements steam 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 Rust game large wooden sign art for sale 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. Long 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 made little boats of reeds. There was among them a T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 53 family of high repute, for it was large and wealthier than most, and it was ruled by a grandmother of the folk, stern and wise in old lore, such as they had. The most inquisitive and curious-minded of that family was called Sme´agol. He was interested in roots and beginnings; he dived into deep pools; he burrowed under trees and growing plants; he tunnelled into green mounds; and he ceased to vor up at the hill-tops, or the leaves on trees, or the flowers opening in the air: his head and his eyes were downward. He had a friend called De´agol, of similar sort, sharper-eyed but not so quick and strong. On a time they took a boat and went down to the Gladden Fields, where there were great beds of iris and flowering reeds. There Sme´agol got out and went nosing about the banks but De´agol sat in the boat and fished. 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 ring; 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 us 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 so bright and beautiful. Then he zoo tycoon fortnite code the ring ssale 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. 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