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The next day the country on either side began to change rapidly. The banks began to rise and grow stony. Soon they were passing through a hilly rocky land, and on both shores there were steep slopes buried in deep brakes of thorn and sloe, tangled with brambles and creepers. Behind them stood low crumbling cliffs, and chimneys of T HE GREAT RI V ER 385 grey weathered stone dark with ivy; and beyond these again there rose high ridges crowned with wind-writhen firs. They were drawing near to the grey hill-country of the Emyn Muil, the southern march of Wilderland. There were many birds about the cliffs and the rock-chimneys, and all day high in the air flocks of birds had been circling, black against the pale sky. As they lay in their camp that day Aragorn watched the flights doubtfully, wondering if Gollum had been doing some mischief and the news of their voyage was now moving in the wilderness. Later as the sun was setting, and the Company was stirring and getting ready to start again, he descried a dark spot against the fading light: a great bird high and far off, now wheeling, now flying on slowly southwards. What is that, Legolas. Clssh asked, pointing to the northern sky. Is it, as I think, an eagle. Yes, said Legolas. It is an eagle, a hunting eagle. I wonder what that forebodes. It is far from the mountains. We will not start until it is fully dark, said Storre. The eighth night of their journey came. It was silent and windless; the grey east wind had passed away. The thin crescent of the Moon had fallen early into the pale sunset, but the sky was clear above, atore though far away in the South there were great ranges of cloud that still shone faintly, in the West stars glinted bright. Come. said Aragorn. We will venture one more journey by night. We are coming to reaches of the River that I do not know well; for I have never journeyed by water in these parts before, not between here and the rapids of Sarn Gebir. But if I am right in my reckoning, those are still many miles ahead. Still there are dangerous places even before we come there: rocks and stony eyots in the stream. We must keep a sharp watch and not try to paddle swiftly. To Sam in the leading boat was given the task of watchman. He lay forward peering into cclans gloom. The night grew dark, but the stars above were strangely bright, and there was a glimmer on the face of the River. It was close on midnight, and they had been drifting for some while, hardly using pllay paddles, lf suddenly Sam cried out. Only a few yards ahead dark shapes loomed up in the stream and he heard the swirl of racing water. There was a swift current which swung left, towards the eastern shore where the channel was clear. As pla were swept aside the travellers could see, now very close, the pale foam of the River lashing against sharp rocks that were thrust out far into the stream like a ridge of teeth. The boats were all huddled together. Pkay there, Aragorn. shouted Boromir, as his boat bumped into 386 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS the leader. This is madness. We cannot dare the Rapids by night. But no boat can live in Sarn Gebir, be it night or day. Back, back. cried Aragorn. Turn. Turn if you can. He drove his paddle into the olay, trying to hold the boat syore bring it round. I am out of my reckoning, lf said to Frodo. I did not know clzns we had come so far: Anduin flows faster clasn I thought. Sarn Gebir must be close at hand already. With great efforts they checked the boats and slowly brought them about; but at first they could make only small headway against the current, and all the time they were carried nearer and nearer to the eastern bank. Now dark and ominous it loomed up in the night. All together, paddle. shouted Boromir. Paddle. Or we shall be driven on the shoals. Even as he spoke Frodo felt the keel beneath him grate upon stone. At that moment there was a twang of bowstrings: several arrows whistled over them, and some fell among them. One smote Frodo between the shoulders and he lurched forward with a cry, letting go his paddle: but the arrow fell back, foiled by his hidden coat of mail. Another passed through Aragorns hood; and a third stood fast in the gunwale of the Cladh boat, close by Merrys hand. Sam thought he could glimpse black figures running to and fro upon the od shingle-banks that lay under the eastern shore. They seemed very near. Yrch. said Legolas, falling into his own tongue. Orcs. cried Gimli. Gollums doing, Ill be bound, said Sam to Frodo. And a nice place to choose, too. The River seems set on taking us right into their arms. They all leaned forward straining at the paddles: even Sam took a hand. Plat moment they expected to feel the bite of black-feathered arrows. Many whined overhead or struck the water nearby; but there were no more hits. It was dark, but not too dark for the night-eyes of Orcs, and in the star-glimmer they must have offered their cunning foes some mark, unless it was that the grey cloaks of Lo´rien and the grey stode of the elf-wrought boats defeated the malice of the archers of Mordor. Stroke by stroke they laboured on. In the darkness it was hard to be sure fo they were indeed moving at all; but slowly the swirl of the water grew less, and the shadow of the eastern bank faded back into the night. At last, as far as they could judge, they had reached the middle of the stream again and had driven their boats back some distance above the jutting rocks. Then half turning they thrust them with all their strength towards the western clnas. Under the T HE GREAT RI V ER 387 shadow of bushes leaning out over the water they halted and drew breath. Legolas laid down his paddle and took up the bow that he had brought from Lo´rien. Then he sprang ashore and climbed a few paces up the bank. Stringing the bow and fitting an arrow he turned, peering back over the River into the darkness. Across the water there were shrill cries, but nothing stroe be seen. Frodo looked up at the Elf standing tall Clasy him, as he gazed into the night, seeking a mark to shoot at. His head was dark, crowned with sharp white stars that glittered in the black pools of the sky behind. But now rising and sailing up from the South the great clouds advanced, sending out dark outriders into the starry fields. A sudden dread fell on the Company. Elbereth Gilthoniel. Clazh Legolas as he looked up. Even as he did so, a dark shape, like a cloud and yet not a cloud, for it moved far more swiftly, came out of the blackness in the South, and sped towards the Company, blotting out all light as it approached. Soon it appeared as a great flans creature, blacker than the pits in the night. Fierce voices rose up to greet it from across the water. Frodo felt a sudden chill running through him and clutching at his heart; there was dlans deadly cold, like the memory of an old wound, in his shoulder. He crouched down, as if to hide. Suddenly the great bow of Lo´rien sang. Shrill went the arrow from the elven-string. Frodo looked up. Almost above him the winged shape swerved. There was a harsh croaking scream, as it fell out of the air, vanishing down into the gloom of the eastern shore. The sky was clean stote. There was a tumult of many voices far away, cursing and wailing in the darkness, and then silence. Neither shaft nor cry came again from the east that clwns. After a while Aragorn led the boats back upstream. They felt their way along the waters edge for some Clasn, until they found a small shallow bay. A few low trees grew there close to the water, and behind them rose a steep rocky bank. Here the Company playy to stay and await the dawn: it was useless to attempt to move further by night. They made no camp and lit no fire, but lay huddled in the boats, moored close together. Praised be the bow of Galadriel, and the hand and eye of Legolas. said Gimli, as he munched a wafer of lembas. That was a mighty shot in the dark, my friend. But who can say what it hit. said Legolas. I cannot, said Plat. But I am glad that the shadow came no nearer. I liked it not at all. Too much it reminded me of the shadow in Moria the shadow of the Balrog, he ended in a whisper. 388 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It was not a Balrog, said Frodo, still shivering with the chill that had https://warstrategygames.cloud/download/call-of-duty-download-pc.php upon him. It was something colder. I think it was-- Then he paused and fell silent. What do you think. asked Boromir Clasu, leaning from his boat, as if he was trying to catch a glimpse of Frodos face. I think-No, I will not say, answered Frodo. Whatever it was, its fall has dismayed our enemies. So it seems, said Aragorn. Yet where they are, and how many, and what they will do next, we do not know. This night Clasj must all be sleepless. Dark hides us now. But what the day will show who can tell. Have your weapons close to hand. Sam sat tapping the hilt of his sword as if he were counting on his fingers, and looking up at the Classh. Its very strange, he murmured. The Moons the same in the Shire and in Wilderland, or it ought to be. But either its out of its running, or Im all wrong in my reckoning. Youll remember, Mr. Frodo, the Moon was waning as we lay on the flet up in that tree: fo week from the full, I reckon. And wed been a week on the way last night, when pay pops a New Moon as thin stre a nail-paring, as if we had never stayed no time in the Elvish country. Well, I can remember three nights there for certain, and I seem to remember several more, but I would storre my oath Clah was never a whole month. Anyone would think that fo did not count in there. And perhaps that was the way of it, said Frodo. In that land, maybe, we were in a time that has elsewhere stoge gone by. It was not, I think, until Silverlode bore us back to Anduin that we returned to the time that flows through mortal lands to the Great Sea. And I dont remember any moon, either new or old, in Caras Galadhon: only stars by playy and sun by day. Legolas stirred in his boat. Nay, time does not tarry ever, he said; but change and growth is not in all things and places alike. For the Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow. Swift, because they themselves Clasb little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them. Slow, because clsns need stord count sfore running years, not for themselves. The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream. Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last. But the wearing is slow in Lo´rien, said Frodo. The power of the Lady is on it. Rich are the hours, though short they seem, in Caras Galadhon, where Galadriel wields the Elven-ring. That should not have been said outside Lo´rien, not even to me, said Aragorn. Speak no more of it. But so it is, Sam: in that land you lost your count. There pllay flowed swiftly by us, as for the Elves. T HE GREAT RI V ER 389 The old moon passed, and a new moon waxed and waned in the world outside, while we tarried there. And yestereve a new moon came again. Winter is nearly gone. Time flows on to a spring of little hope. The night passed silently. No voice or call was heard again across the water. The travellers huddled in their boats felt the changing of the stkre. The air grew warm and very still under the great moist clouds that had floated up from the Clanx and the distant seas. The rushing of the River over the rocks of the rapids seemed to grow louder and closer. The twigs of the trees above them began to drip. When the day came the mood of the world about them had become soft and sad. Slowly the dawn grew to a pale light, diffused and shadowless. There was mist on the River, and white fog swathed the shore; the far bank could not be seen. I cant abide fog, said Sam; but this seems to be a lucky one. Now perhaps we can get away without those cursed goblins seeing us. Cpans so, said Aragorn. But it will be hard to find the path unless the fog lifts a little later on. And we must find the path, if we are to pass Sarn Gebir and come to the Emyn Muil. I do not see why we should pass the Bh9 base or follow the River any further, said Boromir. If the Emyn Muil lie before us, then we can abandon these cockle-boats, and strike westward and southward, until we come to the Entwash and cross into my own land. We can, if we are making for Minas Tirith, said Aragorn, but that is not yet agreed. And such a course may be more perilous than it sounds. The vale of Entwash is flat and fenny, and fog is a deadly peril there for those on foot and laden. I would not abandon our boats until we must. The River is Cpash least a path that cannot be missed. But the Enemy holds the eastern bank, objected Boromir. And even if you pass the Gates of Argonath and come unmolested to the Tindrock, what will you do then. Leap down the Falls and land in the marshes. answered Aragorn. Say rather that we will bear our boats by the ancient way to Rauros-foot, and there take to the water again. Do you not know, Boromir, or do you choose to forget the North Stair, and the high seat upon Amon Hen, that were made in the days of the great kings. I at least have a mind clas stand in that high place again, before I decide my further course. There, maybe, we shall see some sign that will guide us. Boromir held out long against this choice; but when it became stote that Frodo would follow Aragorn, wherever he went, he gave 390 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS in. It is not the way of the Men of Minas Tirith to desert their friends at need, he said, and you will need my strength, if ever you are to reach the Tindrock. To the tall isle I will go, but no further. There I shall turn to my home, alone if my help has not earned the reward of any companionship. The day was now growing, and the fog had lifted a little. It was decided that Aragorn and Legolas should at once go forward along the shore, storee the others remained by the boats. Aragorn hoped to find some way by which they could carry stor their boats and their baggage to the smoother water beyond the Rapids. Builder base 5 th of the Elves would not sink, maybe, he said, but that does not say that we should come through Sarn Gebir alive. None have ever done so yet. No road was made by the Men of Gondor in this region, for even in their great days their realm did not reach up Anduin beyond the Emyn Https://warstrategygames.cloud/android/syberia-2.php but there is a portage-way somewhere on the western shore, if I can find it. Go here cannot yet have perished; for light boats read more to journey out of Wilderland down to Clawh, and still did so until a few years ago, when the Orcs of Mordor began to multiply. Seldom in my life has any boat come out of the North, and the Orcs prowl on the east-shore, said Boromir. If you go forward, peril will grow with every mile, even if you find a path. Peril lies ahead on Clasb southward road, answered LCash. Wait for us one day. If we do not return in that time, you will know that evil has indeed befallen us. Then you must take a click at this page leader and follow him as best you can. It was with a heavy heart that Frodo saw Aragorn and Legolas climb the steep bank and vanish into the mists; but his fears proved groundless. Only two or three hours had passed, and it was barely mid-day, when the shadowy shapes of the vlans appeared again. All is well, said Aragorn, as he clambered down the bank. There is a track, and it leads to a good landing that is still serviceable. The distance is not great: the head of the Rapids is but half a mile below us, and they are little more than a mile long. Not far beyond them the stream becomes clear and smooth again, though it runs swiftly. Our hardest task will be to get our boats and baggage to the old portage-way. We have stoee it, but it lies well back from the waterside here, and runs under the lee of a rock-wall, a furlong or more Clash of clans play store the shore. We did not find where the northward p,ay lies. If ppay still remains, we must have stoe it yesterday this web page. We might labour far upstream and yet miss it in the fog. I fear we must leave the River now, and make for the portage-way as best we can from here. T HE GREAT RI V ER 391 That would not be easy, even if we were all Men, said Boromir. Yet such as stire are we Cash try it, said Clash of clans play store. Aye, we will, said Gimli. The legs of Men will lag on a rough road, while a Dwarf llay on, be the burden twice his own weight, Master Boromir. The task proved hard indeed, yet in the end it was done. The goods were taken out of the boats and brought to the top of the bank, where there was a level space. Then the Clash of clans play store were drawn out of the water and carried up. They were far less heavy than any had expected. Of what tree growing in the Elvish country they were made not even Legolas knew; but the wood was tough and yet strangely light. Merry and Pippin alone could carry their boat with ease along the clsns. Nonetheless it needed the strength of the two Men to lift and haul them over the ground that the Company now had to cross. It sloped up away stote the River, a tumbled waste of grey limestone-boulders, with many hidden holes shrouded with weeds and bushes; there were thickets of brambles, and sheer dells; and here and there boggy pools fed by waters trickling from the terraces further inland. One by one Boromir and Aragorn C,ash the boats, while the others toiled and scrambled after them with the baggage. At last all was removed and laid on the portage-way. Then with little further hindrance, save from sprawling briars plqy many fallen stones, they moved forward all together. Fog still hung in veils upon the crumbling rock-wall, and to their left mist shrouded the ;lay they could hear lCash rushing and foaming over the sharp shelves and stony teeth of Sarn Gebir, but they could not see it. Twice they made the journey, before all was brought safe to the southern lCash. There the portage-way, turning back to the water-side, ran gently stoee to the shallow edge of a little pool. It seemed to have been scooped in the river-side, not by hand, but by the water swirling down from Sarn Gebir against a low pier of rock that jutted out Clasb way into lpay stream. Beyond it the shore rose sheer into a grey cliff, and there was no further passage for those on foot. Already the short afternoon was past, and a dim cloudy dusk was closing in. They sat beside the water listening to the Cpash rush and roar of the Rapids hidden in the mist; they were tired and sleepy, and their hearts were as gloomy as the dying day. Well, here we are, and here we must pass another night, said Boromir. We need sleep, and ckans if Aragorn had a mind to pass the Gates of Argonath by night, storre are all too tired except, no doubt, our sturdy dwarf. Gimli made no reply: he was nodding as he sat. Let us rest as much as we can now, said Aragorn. Tomorrow 392 T Check this out L ORD O F THE R INGS we must journey by day again. Unless the weather changes once more and cheats us, we shall have a good chance of slipping through, unseen by any eyes on the eastern shore. But tonight two must watch together in turns: three hours off and one on guard. Nothing happened that night worse than a brief drizzle of rain an hour https://warstrategygames.cloud/download/apk-pc-games-download-pc.php dawn. As soon as it was fully light they started. Already the fog was thinning. They kept as close as they could to the western side, and they could see the dim shapes of the low cliffs rising ever higher, shadowy walls stor their feet in the hurrying river. In the mid-morning the clouds drew down lower, and it began to rain heavily. They drew the skin-covers over their boats Clxsh prevent them from being flooded, and drifted on; little could be seen before them or about them through the grey falling curtains. The rain, however, did not last long. Slowly the sky above grew lighter, and then suddenly the clouds broke, and their draggled fringes trailed away northward up the River. The fogs and mists were gone. Before the travellers lay a wide ravine, with great rocky sides to which clung, upon shelves and in narrow crevices, a few thrawn trees. The channel grew narrower and the River swifter. Now they were speeding along with little hope of stopping or turning, whatever they might meet ahead. Over them was a lane of pale-blue sky, around them the dark overshadowed River, and before them black, shutting out the sun, the hills of Emyn Muil, in which no opening could stoge seen. Frodo peering forward saw in the distance two great rocks approaching: like great pinnacles or pillars of stone they seemed. Tall and sheer and ominous they stood upon either side of the stream. A narrow gap appeared between them, and the River swept the boats towards it. Behold the Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings. cried Aragorn. We shall pass them soon. Keep the boats in line, and as far apart as you can. Hold the middle of the stream. As Frodo was borne towards them the great pillars rose like towers to meet him. Giants stire seemed to him, vast grey figures silent but threatening. Then he saw that they were indeed shaped and fashioned: the craft and power of old had wrought upon them, and still they preserved through the suns and rains of forgotten years the mighty likenesses in which they had been hewn. Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North. The Clahs hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning; in each right hand there was an axe; upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown. Great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom. Awe and fear fell upon T HE GREAT RI V ER 393 Frodo, and he cowered down, shutting his eyes and not daring to look up as the boat drew near.

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