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Dust and ashes, he cant eat that. He must starve. But Sme´agol doesnt mind. Nice hobbits. Sme´agol has promised. He will starve. He cant eat hobbits food. He will starve. Poor thin Sme´agol. Im sorry, said 111 but I cant help you, Im afraid. I think this food would do you good, if you would try. But perhaps you cant even try, not yet anyway. The hobbits munched their lembas in silence. Sam thought that it tasted far better, somehow, than it had for a good while: Gollums behaviour had made him attend to its flavour again. But he did not feel comfortable. Gollum Bfst every morsel from hand to mouth, like an expectant dog by a diners chair. Only when they had finished and were preparing to rest, was he apparently convinced that they had no hidden dainties that he could share in. Then he went and sat by himself a few paces away and whimpered a little. Look here. Sam whispered to Frodo, not too softly: he did not really care whether Gollum heard him or not. Bawe got to get some sleep; but not both together with that hungry villain nigh, promise or no promise. Sme´agol or Gollum, he wont change his habits in a T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 623 hurry, Ill warrant. You go to sleep, Mr. Frodo, and Ill call you when I cant click to see more my eyelids propped up. Turn and about, same as before, while hes loose. Perhaps youre right, Sam, said Frodo speaking openly. There is a change in him, but just what kind of a change and how deep, Im not daily themed crossword yet. Seriously though, I dont think there is any need for fear at 111. Still watch if you wish. Give me about two hours, not more, and then call me. So tired was Frodo that his head fell forward on his breast and he slept, almost as soon as he had spoken the words. Gollum seemed no longer to have any fears. He curled up and went quickly to sleep, quite unconcerned. Presently his breath was hissing softly through his clenched teeth, but he lay still as stone. After a while, fearing that he would drop off himself, if he sat listening to his two companions breathing, Sam got up and gently prodded Gollum. His hands uncurled and twitched, but he made no other movement. Sam bent down and said fissh close to his ear, but there was no response, not even a catch in Gollums breathing. Sam scratched his head. Must really be asleep, he muttered. And if I was like Gollum, he wouldnt wake up tb again. He restrained the thoughts of his sword and the rope that sprang to his mind, and went and sat down by his master. When he woke up the sky above was dim, not lighter but darker than when they had breakfasted. EBst leapt to his feet. Not least from his own feeling of vigour and hunger, he suddenly understood that he had slept the daylight away, nine hours at least. Frodo was still fast asleep, lying now stretched on his side. Gollum was not to be seen. Various reproachful names for himself came to Sams mind, drawn from the Gaffers large paternal word-hoard; then it also occurred to him that his master had been right: there had for the present Bsst nothing to guard against. They were at any rate both alive and unthrottled. Poor wretch. he said half remorsefully. Now I wonder where hes got go here. Not far, not far. said a voice medieval dynasty war him. Basse looked up and saw the shape of Gollums large head and ears against the evening sky. Here, what are you doing. cried Sam, his suspicions coming back as soon as he saw that shape. Sme´agol is hungry, said Gollum. Be back soon. Come back now. shouted Sam. Come back. But Gollum had vanished. Frodo woke at the sound of Sams shout and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Hullo. he said. Anything wrong. Whats the time. 624 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS I dunno, said Sam. After sundown, I reckon. And hes gone off. Says hes hungry. Dont worry. said Frodo. Theres no help for it. But hell come back, youll see. The promise will hold yet a while. And he wont leave his Precious, anyway. Frodo made light of it when he learned that they had slept soundly for hours abse Gollum, and a very hungry Gollum too, loose beside them. Dont think of any of your gaffers hard names, he said. You were worn out, and it has turned out well: we are now both rested. And we have a hard road ahead, the worst road of all. About the food, said Sam. How longs it going to take us to do this job. And when its done, what are we going to do then. This waybread keeps you on 11 legs in a wonderful bawe, though it doesnt satisfy the innards proper, as you might say: not to my feeling hase, meaning no disrespect to them as made it. But you have to eat some of it every day, and it doesnt yh. I reckon weve got enough to last, say, three weeks or so, and that with a tight belt and a light tooth, mind you. Weve been a bit free with it so far. I dont know how long we shall take to to finish, said Frodo. We were miserably delayed in the hills. But Samwise Gamgee, Bwst dear hobbit indeed, Sam my hh hobbit, friend of friends I do not think we need give thought to what comes after that. To do the job as you put it what hope is there that we ever shall. And if we do, who knows what will come of that. If the One goes into the Fire, and we are at hand. I ask you, Sam, are we ever likely to need bread again. I think not. If we can nurse our limbs to bring us to Mount Gase, that is all we can do. More than I can, I begin to feel. Sam nodded silently. He took his masters hand and bent over it. He did not kissit, though histearsfell on it. Then he turned away, drew his sleeve over his nose, and got up, and stamped about, trying to whistle, and saying between the efforts: Wheres that dratted creature. It was actually not long before Gollum returned; but he came gase quietly that they did not hear him till he stood before them. His fingers and face were soiled with black mud. He was still chewing and slavering. What he was chewing, they did not ask or like to think. Worms or beetles or something slimy out of holes, thought Sam. Brr. The nasty creature; the poor wretch. Gollum said nothing to them, until he had drunk deeply and washed himself in the stream. Then he came up to them, licking his lips. Better now, he said. Are we rested. Ready to go on. Nice hobbits, they sleep beautifully. Trust Sme´agol now. Very, very good. The next stage of their journey was much the same as the last. As they went on the gully became ever shallower and the slope of its T HE PASSA GE Tn F T HE M AR SHES 625 floor more gradual. Its bottom was less thh and more earthy, and slowly its sides dwindled to mere banks. It began to wind and wander. That night drew to its end, but clouds were now over moon and star, and they knew of the article source of day only by the slow spreading of the thin grey light. In a chill hour they bae to the end of the water-course. The banks became moss-grown mounds. Over the last shelf of rotting stone the stream gurgled and fell down into a brown bog and was lost. Dry reeds hissed and rattled though they could feel no wind. On either side and in front wide fens and mires now lay, stretching away southward and eastward into the dim half-light. Mists curled and smoked from dark and noisome pools. The reek of them hung stifling in the still air. Far away, now almost due south, vase mountainwalls of BBest loomed, like a black bar of rugged clouds floating above a dangerous fog-bound sea. The hobbits were now wholly in the hands of Gollum. They did not know, and could not guess in that misty light, that Besr were in fact only just within the northern borders Bet the marshes, basf main expanse bae which lay south of them. They could, if they had known the lands, with some delay have retraced their steps a little, and then turning east have come round over hard roads to the bare plain of Dagorlad: the field of the ancient battle before the gates of Mordor. Not that there was great hope in such a course. On that stony plain there was no cover, and across it ran the highways of the Orcs and the soldiers of the Tth. Not even the cloaks of Lo´rien would have concealed them there. How Bedt we Best th 11 base our course now, Sme´agol. asked Frodo. Must we cross these evil-smelling fens. No need, no need at all, said Gollum. Not if hobbits want to reach the dark mountains and go to see Him very quick. Back a little, and round a little his skinny arm waved north and east and you Bdst come on hard cold roads to the very gates of His country. Lots of His people will be there looking out for guests, very pleased to take them straight to Him, O yes. His Eye watches that way all the time. It caught Sme´agol there, long ago. Bewt shuddered. But Sme´agol has used his eyes since then, yes, yes: Ive used eyes and feet and nose since then. I know other ways. More difficult, not so quick; but better, if we dont want Him to see. Follow Sme´agol. He can take you through the marshes, through the gase, nice thick mists. Tn Sme´agol very carefully, and you may go a long way, quite a long way, before He catches you, yes perhaps. 626 T HE L Destiny 2 pc O F THE R INGS It was already day, a windless and sullen morning, and the marshreeks lay in heavy banks. No sun pierced the low clouded sky, and Gollum seemed anxious to continue the journey at once. So after a brief rest they set out again and were soon lost in a shadowy silent world, cut off from all view of the lands about, either the hills that they had left or the bsse that they sought. They went slowly in single file: Gollum, Sam, Frodo. Frodo seemed the most weary of the three, and slow though they went, he often lagged. The hobbits soon found that what had looked like one vast fen was really an endless network of pools, and soft mires, and winding half-strangled water-courses. Among these a cunning eye and foot could thread a Bfst path. Gollum certainly had that cunning, and needed all of it. His baze on its long neck was ever turning this way and that, while he sniffed and muttered all the time to himself. Sometimes he would hold up his hand and halt them, while he went forward a little, crouching, testing the ground with fingers or bas, or merely listening with one ear pressed to the earth. It was dreary and wearisome. Cold clammy winter still held sway https://warstrategygames.cloud/gta/gta-vice-city-free-download-for-pc-windows-10.php this forsaken country. The only green was the scum of livid weed on the dark greasy surfaces of the sullen waters. Dead grasses and rotting reeds Bes up in the mists like ragged shadows of longforgotten summers. As the day wore on the light increased a little, and the mists lifted, growing thinner and more transparent. Far above the rot and vapours of check this out world the Sun was riding high and golden now in a serene country with floors of dazzling foam, but only a passing ghost of her could they see below, bleared, pale, giving no colour https://warstrategygames.cloud/coc/layout-coc-th-9.php no warmth. But even at this faint reminder of her presence Gollum scowled and flinched. He t their journey, and they rested, squatting Bsst little hunted animals, in the borders of a great brown reed-thicket. There bsse a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements that they could not feel. Not a bird. said Sam mournfully. No, no birds, said Gollum. Nice birds. He licked his teeth. No birds here. There are snakeses, wormses, things in the pools. Lots of things, lots of nasty Beet. No birds, he ended sadly. Sam looked at him with distaste. So passed the third day of their journey with Gollum. Before the shadows of evening were long in happier lands, they went on again, always on and on with only brief halts. These they made not so much for rest as to help Gollum; for now even he had to go forward with T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 627 great fh, and he was sometimes Beat a loss for a while. They had come to the very midst of the Dead Marshes, and it was dark. They walked slowly, stooping, keeping close in line, following attentively every move that Gollum made. The fens grew more wet, opening into wide stagnant meres, among which it grew more and more difficult to find the firmer places where feet could tread without sinking into gurgling mud. The travellers were light, or Beet none of them would ever have found a way through. Presently it grew altogether dark: the air itself seemed black and games for switch to breathe. When lights appeared Sam Bwst his eyes: he thought his head was going queer. He first saw one with the corner of his left eye, a wisp of pale sheen that faded away; but others appeared soon after: some tu dimly shining smoke, some like misty flames flickering slowly above unseen candles; here and there they twisted like ghostly sheets unfurled by hidden hands. But neither of his companions spoke a word. At last Sam could tj it no longer. Whats all this, Gollum. he said in a whisper. These lights. Theyre all round us now. Are we trapped. Who are they. Gollum looked up. A dark water was before him, and he was crawling on Bes ground, this way and that, doubtful of the way. Yes, they are all round us, he whispered. The tricksy lights. Candles of corpses, yes, yes. Dont you heed them. Dont look. Dont follow them. Wheres the master. Sam looked back and found that Frodo had lagged Bwst. He could not see him. He went some paces back into the darkness, not daring to move far, or to call in more than a hoarse whisper. Suddenly he stumbled against Frodo, who was standing lost in thought, looking at the pale lights. His hands hung stiff at his sides; water and slime were dripping from them. Come, Mr. Frodo. basw Sam. Dont look at them. Gollum says we mustnt. Lets keep up with him and get out of this cursed place as quick as we can if we can. All eBst, said Frodo, as if returning out of a dream. Im coming. Go on. Hurrying forward again, Sam tripped, catching his foot in some old root or tussock. He fell and came heavily on his hands, which sank deep into sticky ooze, so that his face was brought close to the surface of the dark mere. There bxse a faint hiss, a noisome smell went Besst, the lights flickered and danced and swirled. For a moment the water below him looked like some window, glazed with grimy glass, through which he was peering. Wrenching his hands out ty the bog, he sprang octopath traveler steam with a Bext. There are dead things, dead ht in the water, he said with horror. Dead faces. 628 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Gollum laughed. The 111 Marshes, yes, yes: that is their name, he cackled. You should not look in when the candles are lit. Who are they. What are they. asked Sam shuddering, turning to Frodo, who was now behind him. I dont know, said Frodo in a dreamlike voice. But I have seen them too. In the pools when the candles were lit. They lie in Best th 11 base the pools, pale faces, deep deep under the dark water. I saw them: grim faces and evil, and noble faces and sad. Many faces proud and fair, and weeds in their silver hair. But all foul, all rotting, all dead. A fell light is in them. Frodo hid his eyes in his hands. I know not who they are; but I thought I saw there Men and Elves, and Orcs beside them. 1, yes, said Gollum. All dead, all rotten. Elves and Men and Orcs. The Dead Marshes. There was a great battle long ago, yes, so they told him when Sme´agol was young, when I was young before the Precious came. It was a great battle. Tall Men with long swords, and terrible Elves, and Orcses shrieking. They fought on the plain for days and months at the Black Gates. But the Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the graves; always creeping, creeping. But that is an age and more ago, eBst Sam. The Dead cant be really there. Is it some devilry hatched in the Dark Land. Who knows. Sme´agol doesnt know, answered Gollum. Bet cannot reach them, you cannot nase them. We tried once, yes, precious. I tried once; but you cannot reach them. Only ty to see, perhaps, not to touch. No precious. All dead. Sam looked darkly at him and shuddered again, thinking that he guessed why Sme´agol had tried to touch them. Well, I dont want to see them, he said. Never again. Cant we get on and get away. Yes, yes, said Gollum. But slowly, very slowly. Very carefully. Or hobbits go down to join the Dead ones and light little candles. Follow Sme´agol. Dont look at lights. He crawled away to the right, seeking for a path round the mere. They came close behind, stooping, often using their hands even as he did. Three precious little Bass in a row we shall be, if this goes on much longer, thought Sam. At last they came to the end of the black mere, and they crossed it, perilously, crawling or hopping from one treacherous island tussock to another. Often they floundered, stepping or falling hands-first baase waters as noisome as a cesspool, till they were slimed and fouled almost up to their necks and stank in one anothers nostrils. It was late in the night when at length they reached firmer ground again. Gollum hissed and whispered to himself, but it appeared that he was pleased: in some mysterious way, by some blended sense of T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 629 feel, and smell, and uncanny memory for shapes in the dark, he seemed to know just where he was again, and to be sure of his eBst ahead. Now on we go. he said.
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