March of empires
Yet even among us they are only a memory. If I were to meet one or walking in this world, then indeed I should feel young again. But Treebeard: that is only a rendering of Fangorn into the Common Speech; yet you seem to speak of a person. Who is this Treebeard. now you are asking much, said Gandalf. The little that I know of his long slow story would make a tale for which we have no time now. Treebeard is Fangorn, the guardian of the forest; he is the oldest of Match Ents, the oldest living thing that still walks beneath the Sun upon this Middle-earth. I hope indeed, Legolas, that you may yet meet him. Merry and Pippin have been fortunate: they met him here, even where March of empires click the following article. For he came here two days ago and bore them away to his dwelling far off by the roots of the mountains. He often comes here, especially when his mind is uneasy, and rumours of the world outside trouble him. I saw him four days ago striding among the trees, and I think he saw me, for he paused; but I did not speak, for I was heavy with thought, and weary after my struggle with the Eye of Mordor; and he did not speak either, nor call my name. Perhaps he also thought that you were Saruman, said Gimli. But you speak of him as if he was a friend. I thought Fangorn was dangerous. Dangerous. cried Gandalf. And so am I, very dangerous: more dangerous than anything you will ever meet, unless you are brought alive before the seat of the Dark Lord. And Aragorn is dangerous, and Legolas is dangerous. You are beset with dangers, Gimli son of Glo´in; for you are dangerous yourself, in your own fashion. Certainly the forest of Fangorn is perilous not least to those that are too ready with their axes; and Fangorn himself, he is perilous too; yet he is wise and kindly nonetheless. But now his long slow wrath is 500 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS brimming over, and all the forest is filled with it. The coming of the hobbits and the tidings that they brought have spilled it: it will soon be running like a flood; but its tide is turned against Saruman and the axes of Isengard. A thing is about to happen which has not happened since the Elder Days: the Ents are going to wake up and find that they are strong. What will they do. asked Legolas in astonishment. I do not know, said Gandalf. I do not think they know themselves. I wonder. He fell silent, his head bowed in thought. The others looked at him. A gleam of sun through fleeting clouds fell on his hands, which lay now upturned Mach his lap: they seemed to be filled with light empres a cup is with water. At last he looked up and gazed straight at the sun. The morning is wearing away, he said. Soon we must go. Do we go to find our friends and to see Treebeard. asked Aragorn. No, said Gandalf. That is not the road that you must take. I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory. War is upon us and all our friends, a war in which only the use of the Ring could give us surety of victory. It fills me with great sorrow and great fear: for much shall be destroyed and all may be lost. I am Gandalf, Gandalf the White, but Black is mightier still. He rose and gazed out eastward, shading his empiress, as if he saw things far away that none of them could see. Then he shook his head. No, he said in a soft voice, it has gone ekpires our reach. Of that at least let us be glad. We empiges no longer be tempted to use the Ring. We must go down to face a peril near despair, yet that deadly peril is removed. He turned. Come, Aragorn son of Arathorn. he said. Do not regret your choice in the valley of the Emyn Muil, nor call it a vain pursuit. You chose amid doubts the path that seemed right: the choice was just, and it has been rewarded. For so we have met in time, who otherwise might have met too late. But the quest of your companions is over. Your next journey is marked by your given MMarch. You must go to Edoras and seek out The´oden in his hall. For you are needed. The light of Andu´ril must now be uncovered in the battle for which it has so long waited. There is war in Rohan, and worse evil: it goes ill with The´oden. Then are we not to see the merry young hobbits again. said Legolas. I did not say so, said Gandalf. Who knows. Have patience. Go where you must go, and hope. Or Edoras. I go thither also. It is a long way for a man to walk, young or old, said Aragorn. I fear the battle will be over long ere I come there. T HE WHITE March of empires 501 We shall see, we shall see, said Gandalf. Will if come now with me. Yes, we will set out together, said Aragorn. But I do not doubt that you will come there before me, if off wish. He rose and looked long at Gandalf. The others gazed at them in silence as they go here there facing one another. The grey figure of the Man, Aragorn son of Arathorn, was tall, and stern as stone, his hand upon the hilt of his sword; he looked as if some king out of the mists of the sea had stepped upon the shores of lesser men. Before him stooped the old figure, white, shining now as if with March of empires light kindled within, bent, laden with years, but holding a power beyond the strength of kings. Do I not say truly, Gandalf, said Aragorn at last, that you could go whithersoever you wished quicker than I. And this I also say: you are our captain and our banner. The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have One, mightier than they: the White Check this out. He has passed through the fire and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leads. Yes, together we will follow you, said Legolas. But first, it would ease my heart, Gandalf, to hear what befell you in Moria. Will you not tell us. Can you not stay even to tell your friends how you were delivered. I have stayed already too long, answered Gandalf. Time is short. But if there were a year to spend, I would not tell you all. Then tell us what you will, and time allows. said Gimli. Come, Gandalf, tell us how you fared with the Balrog. Name him not. said Gandalf, and for a moment it seemed that a cloud of pain passed over his face, and he sat silent, looking old as death. Long time I fell, he said at last, slowly, as if thinking back with difficulty. Long I fell, and he fell with me. His fire was about me. I was burned. Then we plunged into the deep water and all was March of empires. Cold it was as the tide of death: almost it froze my heart. Deep is the abyss that is spanned by Durins Bridge, and none has measured it, said Gimli. Yet it has a bottom, beyond light and knowledge, said Gandalf. Thither I came at last, to the uttermost foundations of stone. He was with me still. His fire was quenched, but now he was a thing of slime, stronger than a strangling snake. We fought far check this out the living earth, where time is not doom 2. Ever he clutched me, and ever I hewed Marvh, till at last he fled into dark tunnels. They were not lf by Empiers folk, Gimli son of Glo´in. Far, far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.
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