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But we are not through yet, and it is a long way down to the Gates that open on the world. The Company spent that night in the great cavernous hall, huddled close together in a corner to escape the draught: there seemed to be a steady inflow of chill air through the eastern archway. All about them as they lay hung the darkness, hollow and immense, and they more info oppressed by the loneliness and vastness of the dolven halls and endlessly branching stairs and passages. The wildest imaginings that dark rumour had ever suggested to the hobbits fell altogether short of the actual dread and wonder of Moria. There must have been a mighty crowd of dwarves here at one time, said Sam; and every one Вх counter strike source v34 them busier than badgers for five hundred years to make all this, and most in hard rock too. What did they do it all for. They didnt live in these darksome holes surely. These are not holes, said Gimli. This is the great realm and city of the Dwarrowdelf. And of old it was not darksome, but full of light and splendour, as is still remembered in our songs. He rose and standing in the dark he began to chant in a deep voice, while https://rtsgames.cloud/game-download/steamboat-willie-blood-on-the-water.php echoes ran away into the roof. The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. 316 THE LORD O F THE RINGS He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his head. The world was fair, the mountains tall, In Elder Days before the fall Of mighty kings in Nargothrond And Gondolin, who now beyond The Western Seas have passed away: The world was fair in Durins Day. A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of stone With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hewn Undimmed by cloud or shade of night There shone for ever fair and bright. There hammer on the anvil smote, There chisel clove, and graver wrote; There forged was blade, and bound was hilt; The delver mined, the mason built. There beryl, pearl, and opal pale, And metal wrought like fishes mail, Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, And shining spears were laid in hoard. Unwearied then were Durins folk; Beneath the mountains music woke: The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, Go here at the gates the trumpets rang. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forges fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durins halls; The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-duˆm. A J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 317 But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. I like that. said Sam. I should like to learn it. In Moria, in Khazad-duˆm. But it makes the darkness seem heavier, thinking of all those lamps. Are there piles of jewels and gold lying about here still. Gimli was silent. Having sung his song he would say no more. Piles of jewels. said Gandalf. The Orcs have often plundered Moria; there is nothing left in the upper halls. And since the dwarves fled, no one dares to seek the shafts and treasuries down in the deep places: they are drowned in water or in a shadow of fear. Then what do the dwarves want to come back for. asked Sam. For mithril, answered Gandalf. The wealth of Moria was not in gold and jewels, the toys of the Dwarves; nor in iron, their servant. Such things they found here, it is true, especially iron; but they did not need to delve for them: all things that they desired they could obtain in traffic. For here alone in the world was found Moria-silver, or true-silver as some have called it: mithril is the Elvish name. The Dwarves have a name which they do not tell. Its worth was ten times that of gold, and now it is beyond price; for little is left above ground, and even the Orcs dare not delve here for it. The lodes lead away north towards Caradhras, and down to darkness. The Dwarves tell no tale; but even as mithril was the foundation of their wealth, so also it was their destruction: they delved too greedily and too deep, and disturbed that from which they fled, Durins Bane. Of what they brought to light the Orcs have gathered nearly all, and given it in tribute to Sauron, who covets it. Mithril. All folk desired it. It could be beaten like copper, and polished like glass; and the Dwarves could make of it a metal, light and yet harder than tempered steel. Its beauty was like to that of common silver, but the beauty of mithril did not tarnish or grow dim. The Elves dearly loved it, and among many uses they made of it ithildin, starmoon, which you saw upon the doors. Bilbo had a corslet of mithril-rings that Thorin gave him. I wonder what has become of it. Gathering dust still in Michel Delving Mathom-house, I suppose. What. cried Gimli, startled out of his silence. A corslet of Moriasilver. That was a kingly gift. Yes, said Gandalf. I never told him, but its worth was greater than the value of the whole Shire and everything in it. Frodo said nothing, but he put his hand under his tunic and touched the rings of his mail-shirt. He felt staggered to think that he had been walking about with the price of the Shire under his jacket. 318 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Had Bilbo known. He felt no doubt that Bilbo knew quite well. It was indeed a kingly gift. But now his thoughts had been carried away from the dark Mines, to Rivendell, to Bilbo, and to Bag End in the days while Bilbo was still there. He wished with all his heart that he was back there, and in those days, mowing the lawn, or pottering here the flowers, and that he had never heard of Moria, or mithril or the Ring. A deep silence fell. One by one the others fell asleep. Frodo was on guard. As if it were a breath that came in through unseen doors out of deep places, dread came over him. His hands were cold and his brow damp. He listened. All his mind was given to listening and nothing else for two slow hours; but he heard no sound, not even the imagined echo of a footfall. His watch was nearly over, when, far off where he guessed that the western archway stood, he fancied that he could see two pale points of light, almost like luminous eyes. He started. His head had nodded. I must have nearly fallen asleep on guard, he thought. I was on the edge of a dream. He stood up and rubbed his eyes, and remained standing, peering into Вх counter strike source v34 dark, until he was relieved by Legolas. When he lay down he quickly went to sleep, but it seemed to him that the dream went on: he heard whispers, and saw the two pale points of light approaching, slowly. He woke and found that the others were speaking softly near him, and that a dim light was falling on his face. High up above the eastern archway through a shaft near the roof came a long pale gleam; and across the hall through the northern arch light also glimmered faint and distantly. Frodo sat up. Good morning. said Gandalf. For morning it is again at last. I was right, you see. We are high up on the east side of Moria. Before today is over we ought to find the Great Gates and see the waters of Mirrormere lying in the Dimrill Dale before us. I shall be glad, said Gimli. I have looked on Moria, and it is very great, but it has become dark and dreadful; and we have found no sign of my kindred. I doubt now that Balin ever came here. After they had breakfasted Gandalf decided to go on again at once. We are tired, but we shall rest better when we are outside, he said. I think that none of us will wish to spend another night in Moria. No indeed. said Boromir. Which way shall we take. Yonder eastward arch. Maybe, said Gandalf. But I do not know yet exactly where we are. Unless I am quite astray, I guess that we are above and to the A J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 319 north of the Вх counter strike source v34 Gates; and it may not be easy to find the right road down to them. The eastern arch will probably prove to be the way that we must take; but before we make up our minds we ought to look about us. Let us go towards that light in the north door. If we could find a window it would help, but I fear that the light comes only down deep shafts. Following his lead the Company passed under the northern arch. They found themselves in a wide corridor. As they went along it the glimmer grew visit web page, and they saw that it came through a doorway on their right. It was high and flat-topped, and the stone door was still upon its hinges, standing half open. Beyond it was a large square chamber. It was dimly lit, but to their eyes, after so long a time in the dark, it seemed dazzlingly bright, and they blinked as they entered. Their feet disturbed a deep dust upon the floor, and stumbled among things lying in the doorway whose shapes they could not at first make out. The chamber was lit by a wide shaft high in the further eastern wall; it slanted upwards and, far above, a small square patch of blue sky could be seen. The light of the shaft fell directly on a table in the middle of the room: a Вх counter strike source v34 oblong block, about two feet high, upon which was laid a great slab of white stone. It looks like a tomb, muttered Frodo, and bent forwards with a curious sense of foreboding, to look more closely at it. Gandalf came quickly to his side. On the slab runes were deeply graven: 320 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS These are Daerons Runes, such as were used of old in Moria, said Gandalf. Here is written in the tongues of Men and Dwarves: balin son of fundin lord of moria. He is dead then, said Frodo. I feared it was so. Gimli cast his hood over his face. Chapter 5 THE BRIDGE O F KHAZAD-DUˆ M The Company of the Ring stood silent beside the tomb of Balin. Frodo thought of Bilbo and his long friendship with the dwarf, and of Balins visit to the Shire long ago. In that dusty chamber in the mountains it seemed a thousand years ago and on the other side of the world. At length they stirred and looked up, and began to search for anything that would give them tidings of Balins fate, or show what had become of his folk. There was another smaller door on the other side of the chamber, under the shaft. By both the doors they could now see that many bones were lying, and among them were broken swords and axe-heads, and cloven shields and helms. Some of the swords were crooked: orc-scimitars with blackened blades. There were many recesses cut in the rock of the walls, and in them were large iron-bound chests of wood. All had been broken and plundered; but beside the shattered lid of one there lay the remains of a book. It had been slashed and stabbed and partly burned, and it was so stained with black and other dark marks like old blood that little of it could be read. Gandalf lifted it carefully, but the leaves cracked and broke as he laid it on the slab. He pored over it for some time without speaking. Frodo and Gimli standing at his side could source, as he gingerly turned the leaves, that they were written by many different hands, in runes, both of Moria and of Dale, and here and there in Elvish script. At last Gandalf looked up. It seems to be a record of the fortunes of Balins folk, he said. I guess that it began with their coming to Dimrill Dale nigh on thirty years ago: the pages seem to have numbers referring to the years after their arrival. The top page is marked one three, so at least two are missing from the beginning. Listen to this. We drove out orcs from the great gate and guard I think; the next word is blurred and burned: probably room we slew many in the bright I think sun in the dale. Flo´i was killed by an arrow. He slew the great. Then there is a blur followed by Article source under grass near Mirror mere. The next line or two I cannot read. Then comes We have taken the twentyfirst hall of North end to dwell in. There is I cannot read what.
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Harry went back to the library, where Hermione was testing Ron on Astronomy. Harry told them what hed heard. Snapes done it, then. said Ron. If Quirrells told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell - Theres still Fluffy, though, said Hermione. Maybe Snapes found out how to get past him without asking Hagrid, said Ron, looking up at the thousands of books surrounding them. I bet theres a book somewhere in here telling you how to get past a giant threeheaded dog. So what do we do, Harry. The light of adventure was kindling again in Rons eyes, but Hermione answered before Harry could. Apex university good to Dumbledore. Thats what we should have done Pubg usernames image ago. If we try anything ourselves well be thrown out for sure. But weve got no proof. said Harry. Quirrells too scared to back us up. Snapes only got to say he doesnt know how the troll got in at Halloween and Pubg usernames image he was nowhere near the third floor - who do you think theyll believe, him or us. 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