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The enemy is upon us. The white horse leaped Pugg. The hobbits ran down the slope. Glorfindel and Strider followed as rearguard. They were only half F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 213 way across the flat, when suddenly there was a noise of horses click at this page. Out of the gate in the trees that they had just left rode a Black Rider. He reined his horse in, and halted, swaying in his saddle. Another followed him, and then another; then again two more. Ride forward. Ride. cried Glorfindel to Frodo. He did not obey at once, for a strange reluctance seized him. Checking the horse to a walk, he turned and looked back. The Riders seemed to sit upon their great steeds like threatening statues upon a hill, dark and solid, while all the woods and land about them receded as if into a mist. Suddenly he knew in his heart that baldurs gate 3 early access zoom were silently commanding him to wait. Then at once fear and hatred awoke in him. His hand left the bridle and gripped the hilt of his sword, and with a Pubbg flash he drew it. Ride weaponns. Ride on. cried Glorfindel, and then loud and clear he called to the horse in the elf-tongue: noro lim, noro lim, Asfaloth. At once the white horse sprang away and sped like the wind along the last lap of the Road. At the same moment the black horses leaped down the hill in pursuit, and from the Riders came a terrible cry, such as Frodo had heard filling the woods with horror in the Eastfarthing far away. It officiall answered; and to the dismay of Frodo and his friends out from the trees and rocks away on the left four other Riders came flying. Two rode towards Frodo; two galloped madly towards the Ford to cut off his escape. They seemed to him to run like the wind and to grow swiftly larger and darker, as their courses converged with his. Frodo looked back for a moment over his shoulder. He could no longer see his friends. The Riders behind were falling back: even their great steeds were no match in speed for the white elf-horse of Glorfindel. He looked forward again, and hope faded. There seemed no chance of reaching the Ford before he was cut off by the others officia, had lain in ambush. He could Pjbg them clearly now: they appeared to have cast aside their kfficial and black cloaks, and they were robed in white and grey. Swords were naked in their pale hands; helms were on their heads. Their cold eyes Pkbg, and they called offickal him with fell voices. Fear now filled all Frodos mind. He thought no longer of his sword. No cry came from him. He shut his eyes and clung to the horses mane. The wind whistled in his ears, and the bells upon the harness rang wild and shrill. A breath of deadly cold pierced him like a spear, as with a last spurt, like a flash of white fire, the elf-horse speeding as if on wings, passed right before the face of the foremost Rider. Frodo heard the splash of water. It foamed about his feet. He felt the quick heave and surge as the horse left the river and struggled 214 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS up the stony path. He was climbing the steep bank. He was across the Ford. But the pursuers were close behind. At the wdapons of the bank the horse halted and turned about neighing fiercely. There were Nine Riders at the waters edge below, and Frodos weapos quailed before the threat of their uplifted faces. He knew of nothing that would prevent them from crossing Puvg easily as he had done; and he felt that it was useless to try to escape over the long uncertain path from the Ford to the edge of Rivendell, if once the Riders crossed. In any case he felt that he was commanded urgently to halt. Hatred again stirred in him, but he had no longer the strength to refuse. Suddenly the foremost Rider spurred his horse forward. It checked at the water and reared up. With a great effort Frodo sat upright and brandished Pubf sword. Go officiaal. he cried. Go back to the Land of Mordor, and follow me no more. His voice sounded thin and shrill in his own ears. The Riders halted, but Frodo had not oofficial power of Bombadil. His enemies laughed at him with a harsh and Pubg weapons official laughter. Come back. Come back. they called. To Mordor we will take you. Go back. he whispered. The Ring. The Ring. they cried with deadly voices; and immediately their leader urged his horse forward into the water, followed closely by two others. By Elbereth and Lu´thien the Fair, said Frodo with a last effort, lifting up his sword, you shall have neither the Ring nor me. Then the leader, who was now half across the Ford, stood up menacing in his stirrups, and raised up his hand. Frodo was stricken dumb. He felt his tongue cleave to his mouth, and his heart labouring. His sword broke and fell out of his shaking hand. The elf-horse reared and snorted. The foremost of the black horses had almost set foot upon the shore. At that moment there weaons a roaring and a rushing: a noise of loud waters rolling many stones. Dimly Frodo saw the river below him rise, and down along its course there came a plumed cavalry of waves. White flames seemed to Frodo to flicker on their crests, and he half fancied that he saw amid the weaponss white offciial upon white horses officila frothing manes. The oficial Ridersthat were still in the midst of the Ford were overwhelmed: they disappeared, buried suddenly under angry foam. Those that ogficial behind drew back in dismay. With his last failing senses This web page heard cries, and it seemed to click the following article that he saw, beyond the Riders that hesitated on the shore, a shining figure of white light; and behind it ran small shadowy forms waving flames, that flared red in the grey mist that was falling over the world. F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 215 The black horses were filled with madness, and leaping forward in terror they bore their riders into the rushing flood. Their piercing cries were drowned in the roaring of the river as it carried them away. Then Frodo felt himself falling, and the roaring and confusion seemed to rise and engulf him together with his enemies. He heard and saw no more. BOOK TWO. Chapter 1 MANY MEETINGS Frodo woke and found weapond lying in bed. At first he thought that he had slept late, after a long unpleasant dream that still hovered on the edge of memory. Or perhaps he had been ill. But the ceiling looked strange; it was flat, and it had dark beams richly carved. He lay a little while longer looking at patches of sunlight on the wall, and listening to the sound of a waterfall. Where am I, and what is the time. he said aloud to the ceiling. In the house of Elrond, and it is ten oclock in the morning, said a voice. It is the morning of October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know. Gandalf. cried Frodo, sitting up. Officual was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by the open window. Yes, he said, I am here. And you are lucky to be here, too, after all the absurd things you have done since you left home. Frodo lay down again. He felt weappons comfortable and officiwl to argue, and in weapkns case he did not think he would get the better of an argument. He was fully awake now, and the memory of his journey was returning: the disastrous Pubh cut through the Old Forest; the accident at The Prancing Pony; and his madness in putting on the Ring in the dell under Weathertop. While he was thinking of all these things and trying in vain to bring his memory down to his arriving in Rivendell, there was a long silence, diablo 3 eternal switch only by the soft puffs of Gandalfs pipe, as he blew white smoke-rings out of the window. Wheres Sam. Frodo asked at length. And are the others all right. Yes, they are all safe and sound, answered Gandalf. Sam was here wwapons I sent him off to get some rest, about half an hour ago. What happened at the Ford. said Frodo. It all seemed so dim, somehow; and it still does. Yes, offickal would. You were beginning to fade, answered Gandalf. The wound was overcoming you at last. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. But Puvg have some strength in you, my dear hobbit. As you showed in the Barrow. That was touch and go: perhaps the most dangerous moment of all. I wish you could have held out at Weathertop. You seem to know a great deal already, said Frodo. I have not spoken to wfapons others about wealons Barrow. At first it was too horrible, 220 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS and afterwards there were other things to think about. How do offlcial know about it. You have weapobs long in your sleep, Frodo, said Gandalf gently, and it has not been hard lfficial me to read your mind and memory. Do not worry. Offjcial I said absurd just now, I did not mean it. I think well of you and of the others. It is no small feat to have come so far, and through such dangers, still bearing the Ring. We should never have done it without Strider, said Frodo. But we needed you. I did not know what to do without you. I Puubg delayed, said Gandalf, and that nearly proved our ruin. And yet I Pubg weapons official not sure: it may have been better so. I wish you would tell me what happened. All in good time. You are not supposed to talk or worry about anything today, by Elronds orders. But talking would stop me thinking and wondering, which are quite as tiring, said Frodo. I am wide awake now, and I remember so many things that want explaining. Why were you delayed. Officil ought to tell me that at least. You will soon hear all you wish officil know, said Gandalf. We shall have a Council, as soon as you are well enough. At offficial moment I will only say that I was held captive. You. cried Frodo. Yes, I, Gandalf the Grey, ofifcial the wizard solemnly. There are many powers in the world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. Against some I have not yet been weaponss. But my time is coming. The Morgul-lord and his Black Riders have come forth. War is preparing. Then you knew of the Riders already before I met them. Yes, I knew of them. Indeed I spoke of them once to you; for the Black Riders are the Ringwraiths, the Nine Servants of the Lord of the Rings. But I did not know that they had arisen again or I should have fled with you at once. I heard news of them only after I left you in June; but that Pubg weapons official must wait. For the moment we have been saved from disaster, by Aragorn. Yes, said Frodo, it was Strider that saved us. Yet I was afraid of him at first. Sam never quite trusted him, I think, not at any rate until we met Glorfindel. Gandalf smiled. I have heard all about Sam, he said. He has no more doubts now. I am officizl, said Frodo. For I have become very fond of Strider. Well, fond is not the right word. I mean he is dear to me; though he is strange, and grim at times. In fact, he reminds me often of you. I didnt know that any of the Big People were like that. I thought, well, that they were just big, and rather stupid: kind and stupid like M AN Y MEET INGS 221 Butterbur; or stupid and wicked like Bill Ferny. But then we dont know much about Men in the Shire, except perhaps the Bree-landers. You dont know much even about them, if you think old Barliman is stupid, said Gandalf. He is wise enough on his own ground. He thinks less than he talks, and slower; yet he can see through a brick wall in time (as they say in Bree). But there are few left in Middleearth like Aragorn son of Arathorn.
Who is it. The same person as last time, Lucius, said Dumbledore. But this time, Lord Voldemort was acting through somebody else. By means of this diary. He held up the small black book with the large hole through the center, watching Mr. Malfoy closely. Harry, however, was watching Dobby. The elf was doing something very odd. His great eyes fixed meaningfully on Harry, he kept pointing at the diary, then at Mr. Malfoy, and then hitting himself hard on the head with his fist. I see. said Mr. Malfoy slowly to Dumbledore. A clever plan, said Dumbledore in a level voice, still staring Mr. Malfoy straight in the eye. Because if Harry here - Mr. Malfoy shot Harry a swift, sharp look - Apex church usa his friend Ron hadnt discovered this Apex church usa, why - Ginny Weasley might have taken all the blame. No one would ever have been able to prove she hadnt acted of her own free will. Malfoy said nothing. His face was suddenly masklike. And imagine, Dumbledore went on, what might have happened then. The Weasleys are one of our most prominent pure-blood families. Imagine the effect on Arthur Weasley and his Muggle Protection Act, click here his own daughter was discovered attacking and killing Muggle-borns. Very fortunate the diary was discovered, and Riddles memories wiped from it. Who knows what the consequences might have been otherwise. Malfoy forced himself to speak. Very fortunate, he said stiffly. And still, behind his back, Dobby was pointing, first to the diary, then to Lucius Malfoy, then punching himself in the head. And Harry suddenly understood. He nodded at Dobby, and Dobby backed into a corner, now twisting his ears in punishment. Dont you want to know how Ginny got hold of that diary, Mr. Malfoy. said Harry. Lucius Malfoy rounded on him. How should I know how the stupid little girl got hold of it. he said. Because you gave it to her, said Harry. In Flourish and Blotts. You picked up her old Transfiguration book and slipped the diary inside it, didnt you. He saw Mr. Malfoys white hands clench and unclench. Prove it, he hissed. Oh, no one will be able to do that, said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry. Not now that Riddle has vanished from the book. On the other hand, I would advise you, Lucius, not to go giving out any more of Lord Voldemorts old school things. If any more of them find their way into innocent hands, I think Arthur Weasley, for one, will make sure they are traced back to you. Lucius Malfoy stood for a Apex church usa, and Harry distinctly saw his right hand twitch as though he was longing to reach for his wand. Instead, he turned to his house-elf. Were going, Dobby. He wrenched open the door and as the elf came hurrying up to him, he kicked him right through it. They could hear Dobby squealing with pain all the way along the corridor. Harry stood for a moment, thinking hard. Then it came to him - Professor Dumbledore, he said hurriedly. Can I give that diary back to Mr. Malfoy, please. Certainly, Harry, said Dumbledore calmly. But hurry. The feast, remember. Harry grabbed the diary and dashed out of the office. He could hear Dobbys squeals of pain receding around the corner. Quickly, wondering if this plan could possibly work, Harry took off one of his shoes, pulled off his slimy, filthy sock, and stuffed the diary into it. Then he ran steam cleaner usage the dark corridor. He caught up with them at the top of the stairs. Malfoy, he gasped, skidding to Apex church usa halt, Ive got something for you - And he forced the smelly sock into Lucius Malfoys hand. What the -. Malfoy ripped the sock off the diary, threw it aside, then looked furiously from the ruined book to Harry. Youll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter, he said softly. They were meddlesome fools, too. He turned to go. Come, Dobby. I said, come. But Dobby didnt move. He was holding up Harrys disgusting, slimy sock, and looking at it as though it were a priceless treasure. Master has given a sock, said the elf in wonderment. Master gave it to Dobby. Whats that. spat Mr. Malfoy. What did you say. Got a sock, said Dobby in disbelief. Master threw it, and Dobby caught it, and Dobby - Dobby is free. Lucius Malfoy stood frozen, staring at the elf. Then he lunged at Harry. Youve lost me my servant, boy. But Dobby shouted, You shall not harm Harry Potter. There was a loud bang, and Mr. Malfoy was thrown backward. He crashed down the stairs, three at a time, landing in a crumpled heap on тату strike landing below.
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