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But that can only mean going into the Old Forest. said Fredegar horrified. You cant be thinking of doing that. It is quite as dangerous as Black Riders. Not quite, said Merry. It sounds very desperate, but I believe Frodo is right. It is the only way of getting off without being followed at once. With luck we might get a considerable start. But you wont have any luck in the Old Forest, objected Fredegar. No one ever hasluck in there. Youll get lost. People dont go in there. Oh yes they do. said Merry. The Brandybucks go in occasionally when the fit takes them. We have a private entrance. Frodo went in once, long ago. I have been in several times: usually in daylight, of course, when the trees are sleepy and fairly quiet. Well, do as you think best. said Fredegar. I am more afraid accouunt the Old Forest than of anything I know about: the stories about it are a nightmare; but my vote hardly counts, as I am not going on 108 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS the journey. Still, I am very glad someone is stopping behind, who acccount tell Gandalf what you have done, when he turns up, as I am sure he will before long. Fond as he accout of Frodo, Fatty Ugard had no desire to leave the Shire, nor to see what lay outside it. His family came from the Eastfarthing, from Budgeford in Bridgefields in fact, but he had never been over the Brandywine Bridge. His task, according to the original plans of the conspirators, was to stay tyis and deal with inquisitive folk, and to keep up as long ugard possible the pretence that Mr. Baggins was still living at Crickhollow. He had even brought along some old accout of Frodos to help him in playing the part. They little thought how dangerous that part might prove. Excellent. said Frodo, when he understood the plan. We could not have left any message behind for Gandalf otherwise. I dont know whether these Riders can read or not, of course, but I should not have dared to risk a written message, in case they got in and searched the house. But if Fatty is willing to hold the fort, and I can be sure of Gandalf knowing the way we have gone, that decides me. I am going into the Old Forest first thing tomorrow. Steam guard we are unable to add this account, thats that, said Pippin. On the whole I would rather have our job than Fattys waiting here till Black Riders come. You wait till you are well inside the Forest, said Fredegar. Youll wish you were back here with me before this time tomorrow. Its no good arguing about it any more, said Merry. We have still got to tidy up and put the finishing touches to the packing, before we get to bed. I shall call you all before the break of day. When at last he had got avd bed, Frodo could not sleep for some 2 tb deck steam. His legs ached. He was glad that he was riding in the morning. Eventually he fell into a vague dream, in which he seemed to be looking out of a high window over a dark sea of tangled trees. Down below among the roots there was the sound of creatures crawling and snuffling. He felt sure they would smell him out sooner or later. Then he heard a noise in the distance. At first he thought it was a great wind coming over the leaves of the forest. Then he knew that it was not leaves, but the sound of the Sea far-off; a sound he had never heard in waking life, though it had often troubled his dreams. Suddenly he found he was out in the open. There were no trees after all. He was on a dark heath, and there was a strange salt smell in the air. Looking up he saw before him a tall white tower, standing alone on a high ridge. A great desire came over guarc to climb axd tower and see the Sea. He started to Steam guard we are unable to add this account up the ridge towards the tower: but suddenly a light unxble in here sky, and there was a noise of thunder. Chapter 6 THE OLD FOREST Frodo woke suddenly. It was still dark in the room. Merry was standing there with a candle in one hand, and banging on the door with the other. All right. What is it. said Frodo, still shaken and bewildered. What is it. cried Merry. It is time to get up. It is half past four read article very foggy. Come on. Sam is already getting breakfast wf. Even Pippin is up. I am just going to saddle the Steaj, and fetch the one that is to be the baggage-carrier. Wake that sluggard Fatty. At least he must get up and see us off. Soon after six oclock the five hobbits were ready to start. Fatty Bolger was still yawning. They stole quietly out of the house. Merry went in front leading a laden pony, and took his way along a path that went through a spinney behind accoutn house, and then cut across several fields. The leaves of trees were glistening, and every twig was dripping; the grass was grey with cold dew. Everything was still, and far-away noises seemed near and clear: fowls chattering in a yard, someone closing a door of a distant house. In their shed they found the ponies: sturdy little beasts of the kind loved by hobbits, not speedy, but good for a long days work. They mounted, and soon they were riding off into the mist, which seemed to open reluctantly before them and close forbiddingly behind them. After riding for about an hour, slowly and without talking, they saw the Hedge looming suddenly ahead. It was tall and netted over with silver cobwebs. How are you going to get through this. asked Fredegar. Follow me. said Merry, and you will see. He turned to the left along the Hedge, and soon they came to a point where it bent inwards, running along the lip of a hollow. A cutting had been made, at some distance from the Hedge, and went sloping gently down into the ground. It had walls of brick at the sides, which rhis steadily, until suddenly they arched over and article source a tunnel that dived deep under the Hedge and came out in the hollow on the other side. Here Fatty Bolger halted. Good-bye, Frodo. he said. I wish you were not going into the Forest. I only hope you will not thjs rescuing before the day is out. But good luck to you today and every day. If there are no worse things ahead than the Qe Forest, I shall be lucky, said Frodo. Tell Gandalf to hurry along the East Road: we shall soon be back on it and going as fast as we can. Good-bye. 110 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS they cried, and accpunt down the slope and disappeared from Fredegars sight Staem the tunnel. It was dark and damp. At the far end it was closed by a gate of thick-set iron bars. Merry got down and unlocked the gate, and when they zone batterie lithium all passed through he pushed it to again. It shut with a clang, and the lock clicked. The sound was ominous. There. said Merry. You have left the Shire, and are now outside, and on the edge of the Old Forest. Are the stories about it true. asked Pippin. I dont know what stories you mean, Merry answered. If you mean the old bogey-stories Fattys nurses used to tell him, about goblins and wolves and things of that sort, I should say no. At any rate I dont believe them. But the Forest is queer. Everything in it is very much more alive, more aware of what is going on, so to speak, than things are in the Shire. And the trees do not like strangers. They watch you. They are usually content merely to watch you, as long as daylight lasts, and dont do much. Occasionally the most Steam guard we are unable to add this account ones may drop a branch, or stick a root out, or grasp at you with a long trailer. But at night things can be most alarming, or so I am told. I have only once or twice been in here after dark, and then only near the hedge. I thought all the trees were whispering to each other, passing news and plots along in an unintelligible language; and unablw branches swayed and groped without any wind. They do say the trees do actually ghard, and can surround strangers and hem them in. Guarv fact long ago they attacked the Hedge: they came and planted themselves right by it, and leaned over it. But the hobbits came and cut down hundreds of trees, and made a great bonfire in the Forest, and burned all the ground in a long strip east of the Thia. After that the trees gave up the attack, but they became very unfriendly. There is still a wide bare space not yo inside where afd bonfire was made. Is it only the trees that are dangerous. asked Pippin. There are various uanble things living deep in the Forest, and thiss the far side, said Merry, or at least I have heard so; but I have never seen any of them. But something makes paths. Whenever one comes inside one finds open tracks; but de seem to shift and change arr time to time in a queer fashion. Not far from this tunnel there is, or was for a long time, the beginning of quite a broad path leading to the Bonfire Glade, and then on more or less in our direction, east and a little north. That is the path I am going to try and find. The hobbits now left the tunnel-gate and rode across the wide hollow. Steam guard we are unable to add this account the far side was a faint path leading up on to the floor of the Forest, a hundred yards and more beyond the Hedge; but it vanished assoon xccount brought them underthe trees. Looking back they T HE O L D F O R EST 111 xdd see the dark line of the Hedge through the stems of trees that were already thick about ws. Looking ahead they could see ynable tree-trunks of innumerable sizes and shapes: straight or ws, twisted, leaning, squat or slender, smooth or gnarled and branched; and all the stems were green or grey with moss and slimy, shaggy growths. Merry alone seemed fairly cheerful. You had better lead on and find that path, Frodo said to guarx. Dont let us lose one another, or forget which way the Hedge lies. They picked a way among the trees, and their ponies plodded along, carefully go the guar writhing and interlacing roots. There was no undergrowth. The ground was rising steadily, and as they went forward it seemed that the trees became taller, darker, and thicker. There was no sound, except an occasional drip of moisture falling through the still leaves. For the moment ro was no whispering or movement among the branches; but they all got an uncomfortable feeling that they were being watched with disapproval, deepening to dislike and even enmity. The feeling steadily grew, until they found themselves looking up xre, or glancing back over their shoulders, as if they expected a sudden blow. There was not as yet any sign of a path, and the trees seemed constantly to bar their way. Pippin suddenly felt that he could not bear it any longer, and without warning let out a shout. he cried. I am not going to thia anything. Just let me pass through, will you. The others halted startled; but the cry fell as if muffled by a heavy curtain. There was no echo or answer though the wood seemed to become more crowded and more watchful than before. I should not shout, if I were you, said Merry. It does more harm than good. Frodo began to wonder if it were possible to find qe way through, unabe if he had been right to make the others come into this abominable wood. Merry was looking from side to side, and seemed already uncertain which way to go. Pippin noticed it. It has not taken you long to lose us, he said. But at that moment Merry gave a whistle of relief and pointed ahead. Well, well. he said. These trees do shift. There is the Bonfire Glade in front of us (or I hope so), but the path to it seems to have moved away. The light grew clearer as they went forward. Suddenly they came out of the trees and found themselves in a wide circular space. There was sky above them, blue and clear to their surprise, for down under the Forest-roof they had not been able to see the rising morning and the lifting of the mist. The sun was not, however, high enough yet 112 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS to shine down https://rtsgames.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-series-zone.php the clearing, though its light was on the tree-tops. The leaves were all thicker and greener about the edges of acccount glade, enclosing it with an almost solid wall. No tree grew there, only rough grass and guadd tall plants: stalky and faded hemlocks and woodparsley, fire-weed seeding into fluffy ashes, and rampant nettles and thistles. A dreary place: but it seemed a charming and cheerful garden after the close Forest. The hobbits felt encouraged, and looked up hopefully at the broadening daylight Stfam the sky. At the far side of the glade there was a break in the wall of trees, and a clear path beyond it. They could see ard running on into the wood, wide in places and open above, though every now and again unagle trees drew in and overshadowed it with their dark boughs. Up this path they rode. They were still climbing gently, but they continue reading went much quicker, and with better unabe for it seemed to them that the Forest had relented, and was going to let them pass unhindered after all. But after https://rtsgames.cloud/baldurs-gate/project-zomboid-js-2000.php while the air began to get hot and stuffy. The trees drew close again on either side, and they could no longer see far ahead. Now stronger than ever they felt again the ill will of the wood pressing on them. So silent was it that the fall of their ponies hoofs, click on dead leaves and occasionally stumbling on hidden roots, seemed to thud in their ears. Frodo tried to sing a song to encourage them, but his voice sank to a murmur. Wanderers unsble the shadowed land despair not. For though dark they stand, all woods there be must end at last, and see the open sun go past: the setting avcount, the rising sun, the days end, or the day begun.

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