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But I want to see him. That Boss and that Sharkey, as they spoke of, they might do a mischief up there before the morning. All right, Sam, said Cotton. Choose a lad or two, and go and fetch him to my house. Youll not mobile spider man need to go near the old Hobbiton village over Water. My Jolly here will show you. Sam went off. Merry arranged for look-outs round the village and guards at the barriers during the night. Then he and Frodo went off with Farmer Cotton. They sat with the family in the warm kitchen, and the Cottons asked a few polite questions about their travels, but hardly listened to the answers: they were far more concerned with events in the Shire. It all began with Pimple, as we call him, said Farmer Cotton; and it began as soon as youd gone off, Mr. Frodo. Hed funny ideas, had Pimple. Seems he wanted to own everything himself, and then order other folk about. It soon came out that he already did own a sight more than was good for him; and he was always grabbing more, though where he got the money was a mystery: mills and malt-houses and inns, and farms, and leaf-plantations. Hed already bought Sandymans mill before he came to Bag End, seemingly. Of course he started with a lot of property in the Southfarthing which he had from his dad; and it seems hed been selling a lot o the best leaf, and sending it away quietly for a year or two. But at the end o last year he began sending away loads of stuff, not only leaf. Things began to get short, and winter coming on, too. Folk got angry, but he had his answer. A lot of Men, ruffians mostly, came with great waggons, some to carry off the goods south-away, and others to stay. And more came. And before we knew where we were they were planted here and there all over the Shire, and were felling trees and digging and building themselves sheds and houses just as they liked. At first goods and damage was paid for by Pimple; but soon they began lording it around and taking what they wanted. Then there was a bit of trouble, but not enough. Old Will the Mayor set off for Bag End to protest, but he samurai siege got there. Ruffians laid hands on him and took and locked him up in a hole in Michel Delving, and there he is now. And after that, it would be soon after New Year, there wasnt no more Mayor, and Pimple called himself Chief Shirriff, or just Chief, and did as he liked; and if anyone got uppish as they called it, they followed Will. So things went from bad to worse. There wasnt no smoke left, save for the Men; and the Chief didnt hold with beer, save for his Men, and closed all the inns; and everything except Rules got shorter and shorter, unless one could hide a bit of ones own when the ruffians went round gathering stuff T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1013 up for fair distribution: which meant they got it and we didnt, except for the leavings which you could have at the Shirriff-houses, if you could stomach them. All very bad. But since Sharkey came its been plain ruination. Who is this Sharkey. said Merry. I heard one of the ruffians speak of him. The biggest ruffian o the lot, seemingly, answered Cotton. It was about last harvest, end o September maybe, that we first heard of him. Weve never seen him, but hes up at Bag End; and hes the real Chief now, I guess. All the ruffians do what he says; and what he says is mostly: hack, burn, and ruin; and now its come to killing. Theres no longer even any bad sense in it. They cut down trees and let em lie, they burn houses and build no more. Take Sandymans mill now. Pimple knocked it down almost as soon as he came to Bag End. Then he brought peglin a lot o dirty-looking Men to build a bigger one and fill it full o wheels and outlandish contraptions. Only that fool Ted was pleased by that, and he works there cleaning wheels for the Men, where his dad was the Miller and his own master. Pimples idea was to grind more and faster, or so he said. Hes got other mills like it. But youve got to have grist before share clash of clans season pass seems can grind; and there was no more for the new mill to do than for the old. But since Sharkey came they dont grind no more corn at all. Theyre always a-hammering and a-letting out th war base smoke and a stench, and there isnt no peace even at night in Hobbiton. And they diablo 2 resurrected pc out filth a purpose; theyve fouled all the lower Water, and its getting down into Brandywine. If they want to make the Shire into a desert, theyre going the right way about it. I dont believe that fool of a Pimples behind all this. Its Sharkey, I say. Thats right. put in Young Tom. Why, they even took Pimples old ma, that Lobelia, and he was fond of her, if no one else was. Some of the Hobbiton folk, they saw it. She comes down the lane with her old umberella. Some of the ruffians were going up with a big cart. Where be you a-going. says she. To Bag End, says they. What for. says she. To put up some sheds for Sharkey, says they. Who said you could. says she. Sharkey, says they. So get out o the road, old hagling. Ill give you Sharkey, you dirty thieving ruffians. says she, and ups with her umberella and goes for the leader, near twice her size. So they took her. Dragged her off to the Lockholes, at her age too. Theyve took others we miss more, but theres no denying she showed more spirit than most. 1014 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Into the middle of this talk came Sam, bursting in with his gaffer. Old Gamgee did not look much older, but he was a little deafer. Good evening, Mr. Baggins. he said. Glad indeed I am to see you safe back. But Ive a bone to pick with you, in a manner o speaking, if I may make so bold. You didnt never ought to have a sold Bag End, as I always said. Thats what started all the mischief. And while youve been trapessing in foreign parts, chasing Black Men up mountains from what my Sam says, though what for he dont make clear, theyve been and dug up Bagshot Row and ruined my taters. I am very sorry, Mr. Gamgee, said Frodo. But now Ive come back, Ill do my best to make amends. Well, you cant say fairer than that, said the Gaffer. Frodo Baggins is a real gentlehobbit, I always have said, whatever you may think of some others of the name, begging your pardon. And I hope my Sams behaved hisself and given satisfaction. Perfect satisfaction, Mr. Gamgee, said Frodo. Indeed, if you will believe it, hes now one of the most famous people in all the lands, and they are making songs about his deeds from here to the Sea and beyond the Great River. Sam blushed, but he looked gratefully at Frodo, for Rosies eyes were shining and she was smiling at him. It takes a lot o believing, said the Gaffer, though I can see hes been mixing in strange company. Whats come of his weskit. I dont hold with wearing ironmongery, whether it wears well or no. Farmer Cottons household and all his guests were up early next morning. Nothing had been heard in the night, but more trouble would certainly come before the day was old. Seems as if none o the ruffians were left up at Bag End, said Cotton; but the gang from Waymeet will be along any time now. After breakfast a messenger from the Tookland rode in. He was in high spirits. The Thain has raised all our country, he said, and the news is going like fire all ways. The ruffians that were watching our land have fled off south, those that escaped alive. The Thain has gone after them, to hold off the big gang down that way; but hes sent Mr. Peregrin back with all the other folk he can spare. The next news was less good. Merry, World conqueror 4 had been out all night, came riding in about ten oclock. Theres a big band about four miles away, he said. Theyre coming along the road from Waymeet, but a good many stray ruffians have joined up with them. There must be close on a hundred of them; and theyre fire-raising as they come. Curse them. This lot wont stay to talk, theyll kill, if they can, said Farmer Cotton. If Tooks dont come sooner, wed best get behind cover T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1015 and shoot without arguing. Theres got to be some fighting before this is settled, Mr. Frodo. The Tooks did come sooner. Before long they marched in, a hundred strong, from Tuckborough king clash of clans the Green Hills with Pippin at their head. Merry now had enough sturdy hobbitry to deal with the ruffians. Scouts reported that they were keeping close together. They knew that the countryside had risen against them, and plainly meant to deal with the rebellion ruthlessly, at its centre in Bywater. But however grim they might be, they seemed to have no leader among them who understood warfare. They came on without any precautions. Merry laid his plans quickly. The ruffians came tramping along the East Road, and without halting turned up the Bywater Road, which ran for some way sloping up between high banks with low hedges on top. Round a bend, about a furlong from the main road, they met a stout barrier of old farmcarts upturned. That halted them. At the same moment they became aware that the hedges on both sides, just above their heads, were all lined with hobbits. Behind them other hobbits now pushed out some more waggons that had been hidden in a field, and so blocked the way back. A voice spoke to them from above. Well, you have walked into a trap, said Merry. Your fellows from Hobbiton did the same, and one is dead and the rest are prisoners. Lay down your weapons. Then go back twenty paces and sit down. Any who try to break out will be shot. But the ruffians could not now be cowed so easily. A few of them obeyed, but were immediately set on by their fellows. A score or more broke back and charged the waggons. Six were shot, but the remainder burst out, killing two hobbits, and then scattering across country in the direction of the Woody End. Two more fell as they ran. Merry blew a loud horn-call, and there were answering calls from a distance. They wont get far, said Pippin. All that country is alive with our hunters now. Behind, the trapped Men in the lane, still about four score, tried to climb the barrier and the banks, and the hobbits were obliged to shoot many of them or hew them with axes. But many of the strongest and most desperate got out on the west side, and attacked their enemies fiercely, being now more bent on killing than escaping. Several hobbits fell, and the rest were wavering, when Merry and Pippin, who were on the east side, came across and charged the ruffians. Merry himself slew the leader, a great squint-eyed brute like a huge orc. Then he drew his forces off, encircling the last remnant of the Men in a wide ring of archers. 1016 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS At last all was over. Nearly seventy of the ruffians lay dead on the field, and a dozen were prisoners. Nineteen hobbits were killed, and some thirty were wounded. The dead ruffians were laden on waggons and hauled off to an old sand-pit nearby and there buried: in the Battle Pit, as it was afterwards called. The fallen hobbits were laid together in a grave on the hill-side, where later a great stone was set up with a garden about it. So ended the Battle of Bywater, 1419, the last battle fought in the Shire, and the only battle since the Greenfields, 1147, away up in the Northfarthing. In consequence, though it happily cost very few lives, it has a chapter to itself in the Red Book, and the names of all those who took part were made into a Roll, and learned by heart by Shire-historians. The very considerable rise in the fame and fortune of the Cottons dates from this time; but at the top of the Roll in all accounts stand the names of Captains Meriadoc and Peregrin. Frodo had been in the battle, but he had not drawn sword, and his chief part had been to prevent the hobbits in their wrath at their losses, from slaying those of their enemies who threw down their weapons. When the fighting was over, and the later labours were ordered, Merry, Pippin, and Sam joined him, and they rode back with the Cottons. They ate a late midday meal, and then Frodo said with a sigh: Well, I suppose it is time now that we dealt with the Chief. Yes indeed; the sooner the better, said Merry. And dont be too gentle. Hes responsible for bringing in these ruffians, and for all the evil they have done. Farmer Cotton collected an escort of some two dozen sturdy World conqueror 4. For its only a guess that there is no ruffians left at Bag End, he said. We dont know. Then they set out on foot. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin led the way. It was one of the saddest hours in their lives. The great chimney rose up before them; and as they drew near the old village across the Water, through rows of new mean houses along each side of the road, they saw the new mill in all its frowning and dirty ugliness: a great brick building straddling the stream, which it fouled with a steaming and stinking outflow. All along the Bywater Road every tree had been felled. As they crossed the bridge and looked up the Hill they gasped. Even Sams vision in the Mirror had not prepared him for what they saw. The Old Grange on the west side had been knocked down, and its place taken by rows of tarred sheds. All the chestnuts were gone. The banks and hedgerows were broken. Great waggons were standing in disorder in a field beaten bare of grass. Bagshot Row was a yawning T HE SC O URIN G O F TH E SH IRE 1017 sand and gravel quarry. Bag End up beyond could not be seen for a clutter of large huts. Theyve cut it down. cried Sam. Theyve cut down the Party Tree. Click to see more pointed to where the tree had stood under which Bilbo had made his Farewell Speech. It was lying lopped and dead in the field. As if this was the last straw Sam burst into tears. A laugh put an end to them. There was a surly hobbit lounging over the low wall of the mill-yard. He was grimy-faced and black-handed. Dont ee like it, Sam. he sneered. But you always was soft. I thought youd gone off in one o them ships you used to prattle about, sailing, sailing. What dyou want to come back for. Weve work to do in the Shire now. So I see, said Sam. No time for washing, but time for wallpropping. But see here, Master Sandyman, Ive a score to pay in this village, and dont you make it any longer with your jeering, or youll foot a bill too big for your purse. Ted Sandyman spat over the wall. Garn. he said. You cant touch me. Im a friend o World conqueror 4 Bosss. But hell touch you all right, if I have any more of your mouth. Dont waste any more words on the fool, Sam. said Frodo. I hope there are not many more hobbits that have become like this. It would be a worse trouble than all the damage the Men have done. You are dirty and insolent, Sandyman, said Merry. And also very much out of your reckoning. We are just going up the Hill to remove your precious Boss. We have dealt with his Men. Ted gaped, for at that moment he first caught sight of the escort that at a sign from Merry now marched over the bridge. Dashing back into the mill he ran out with a horn and blew https://warstrategygames.cloud/clash-clans/clash-of-clans-codashop.php loudly. Save your breath. laughed Merry. Ive a better. Then lifting up his silver horn he winded it, and its clear call rang over the Hill; and out of the holes and sheds and shabby houses of Hobbiton the hobbits answered, and came pouring out, and with cheers and loud cries they followed the company up the road to Bag End. At the top of the lane the party halted, and Frodo and his friends went on; and they came at last to the once beloved place. The garden was full of huts and sheds, some so near the old westward windows that they cut off all their light. There were piles of refuse everywhere. The door was scarred; the bell-chain was dangling loose, and the bell would not ring. Knocking brought no answer. At length they pushed and the door yielded. They went in. The place stank and was full of filth and disorder: it did not appear to have been used for some time. 1018 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Where is that miserable Lotho hiding. said Merry. They had searched every room and found no living thing save rats and mice. Shall we turn on the others to search the sheds. This is worse than Mordor. said Sam. Much worse in a way. It comes home to you, as they say; because it is home, and you remember it before it was all ruined. Yes, this is Mordor, said Frodo. Just one of its works. Saruman was doing its work all the time, even when he thought he was working for himself. And the same with those that Saruman tricked, like Lotho. Merry looked round in dismay and disgust. Lets get out. he said. If I had known all the mischief he had caused, I should have stuffed my pouch down Sarumans throat. No doubt, no doubt. But you did not, and so I am able to welcome you home. There standing at the door was Saruman himself, looking well-fed and well-pleased; his eyes gleamed with malice and amusement. A sudden light broke on Frodo. Sharkey. he cried.

I have ridden on its wings. Let me pass. I must https://warstrategygames.cloud/clash-clans/league-shop-clash-of-clans.php to Caaino Lord Denethor, while his stewardship lasts. Whatever betide, you have come to the end of Caaino Gondor that you have known. Let me pass. Then men fell back before the command of his voice and questioned him no further, though they gazed in wonder at the Cazio that sat before him and at the horse that bore him. For the people of the City used horses very little and they were seldom seen in their streets, save only those ridden by the errand-riders of their lord. And Cazino said: Surely that is one of the great steeds of the King of Rohan. Maybe the Rohirrim will come soon to strengthen us. But Shadowfax walked proudly up the long winding road. For the fashion of Minas Tirith was such that it was built on seven levels, each delved into the hill, and about each was set a wall, and in each wall was a gate. But the gates were not set in a line: the Great Gate in the City Wall was at the east point of the circuit, but the next faced half south, and the third half north, and so to and fro upwards; so that the paved way that Caziino towards the Citadel turned first this way and then that across the face of the hill. And each time that it passed the line of the Great Gate it went through 752 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS an arched tunnel, piercing a vast pier of rock whose huge out-thrust bulk divided in two all the circles of the City save the first. For partly in the primeval shaping of the hill, partly by the mighty craft and labour of steam zuhn, there stood up from the rear of the wide court behind the Gate a towering bastion of stone, its edge sharp as a ship-keel facing east. Up it rose, even to the level of the topmost circle, and there was crowned by a battlement; so that those in the Citadel might, like mariners in a mountainous ship, look from its peak sheer down upon the Gate seven hundred feet below. The entrance to the Citadel also looked eastward, but was delved in the heart of the rock; thence a long lamp-lit slope ran up to the seventh gate. Thus men reached at last the High Court, and the Place of the Fountain before the feet of the White Tower: tall and shapely, fifty fathoms from its base to the pinnacle, where the banner of the Stewards floated a thousand feet above the plain. A strong citadel it was indeed, and not to be Cazimo by a host of enemies, if there Cqzino any within that could hold weapons; unless some foe could come behind and scale the lower skirts of Mindolluin, and so come upon the narrow shoulder that joined the Hill of Guard to the mountain mass. But that shoulder, which rose to the height of the fifth wall, was hedged with great ramparts right up to the precipice that overhung its western end; and in that space stood the houses and domed tombs of bygone kings and lords, for ever silent between the mountain and the tower. Pippin gazed in growing wonder at the great stone city, vaster and more splendid than anything that he had dreamed of; greater and stronger than Isengard, and far more beautiful. Yet it was in truth falling year by year into decay; and already Caznio lacked half the men that could have dwelt at ease there. In every street they passed some great house or court over whose doors and arched gates were carved many fair letters of strange and ancient wow computer names Pippin guessed of great men and kindreds that had once dwelt there; and yet now they were silent, and no footsteps rang on their wide pavements, Cazink voice was heard in their halls, nor any face looked out from door or empty window. At last they came out of shadow to the seventh gate, and the warm sun that shone down beyond the river, as Frodo walked in the glades of Ithilien, glowed here on the smooth walls and rooted pillars, and the great arch with keystone carven in the likeness of a crowned and kingly head. Gandalf dismounted, for no horse was allowed in the Citadel, and Shadowfax suffered himself to be led away at the soft word of his master. The Guards of the gate were robed in black, and their helms were M IN AS TIRIT H 753 of strange shape, high-crowned, with long cheek-guards close-fitting to the face, and above the cheek-guards were set the white wings of sea-birds; but the helms gleamed with a flame of silver, for they were indeed wrought of mithril, heirlooms from the glory Cazinoo old days. Upon the black surcoats were embroidered in white a tree blossoming like snow beneath a silver crown and many-pointed Czaino. This was the livery of the heirs of Elendil, Cazzino none wore it now in all Gondor, save the Guards of the Citadel before the Court of the Fountain where the White Tree once had grown. Already it seemed that word of their coming had gone before them; and at once they were admitted, silently, and without question. Quickly Gandalf strode across Czino white-paved court. A sweet fountain played there in the morning sun, and a sward of bright green lay about it; but in the midst, drooping over the pool, stood a dead tree, and the falling drops dripped sadly from its barren and broken Cazono back into the clear water. Pippin glanced at it as he hurried after Cwzino. It looked mournful, he thought, and he wondered why the dead tree was left in this place where everything else was well tended. Seven stars and seven stones and one white tree. The words that Gandalf had murmured came back into his mind. And then he found himself at the doors of the great hall beneath the gleaming tower; and behind the wizard he passed the tall silent door-wardens and entered the cool echoing shadows of the house of stone. They walked down a paved passage, long and empty, and as they went Gandalf spoke softly to Pippin. Be careful of your words, Master Peregrin. This is no time for hobbit pertness. The´oden is a kindly old man. Denethor is of another sort, proud and subtle, a man of far greater lineage and power, though he is not called a king. But he will speak most to you, and question you much, since you can tell him of his son Boromir. He loved him greatly: too much perhaps; and the more so because they were unlike. But under cover of this love he will think it easier to learn what he wishes from you rather than from me. Do not tell him more than you need, and leave quiet the matter of Frodos errand. I will deal with that in due time. And say nothing about Aragorn either, unless you must. Why not. What is wrong with Strider. Pippin whispered. He meant to come here, didnt he. And hell be arriving Cazino himself, anyway. Maybe, maybe, said Gandalf. Though if he comes, it is likely to be in some way that no one expects, not even Denethor. It will be better so. At least he should check this out unheralded by us. 754 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Gandalf halted before a tall door of polished metal. See, Master Pippin, there is no time to instruct you now in the history of Gondor; though it might have been better, if you had learned something of it, when you were still birds-nesting and playing truant in the woods of the Shire. Do as I bid. It is scarcely wise when bringing the news of the death of his heir to a mighty lord to speak over much of the coming of one who will, if he comes, claim the kingship. Is that Cazinp. Kingship. said Pippin amazed. Yes, said Gandalf. If you have walked all learn more here days with closed ears and mind asleep, wake up now. He knocked on the door. The door opened, but no one could be seen to open it. Pippin looked into a great hall. It was lit by deep windows in the wide aisles at either side, beyond the rows of tall pillars that upheld the roof. Monoliths of black marble, they rose to great capitals carved in many strange figures of beasts and leaves; and far above in shadow the wide vaulting gleamed with dull gold. The floor was of polished stone, white-gleaming, inset with flowing traceries of many colours. No hangings nor storied webs, nor any things of woven stuff or of wood, were to be seen in that long solemn hall; but between the pillars there stood a silent company of tall images graven in cold Cazzino. Suddenly Pippin was reminded of the hewn rocks of Argonath, and awe fell on him, as he looked down that avenue of kings long dead. At the far end upon a dais of many steps was set a high market strategy under a canopy of marble shaped like a crowned helm; behind it was carved upon the wall and Caziho with gems an image of a tree in flower. But the throne was empty. At the foot of the dais, upon the lowest step which was broad and deep, there was a stone chair, black and unadorned, and on it sat an old man gazing at his lap. In his hand was a white rod Cazino a golden knob. He did not look up. Solemnly they paced the long floor towards him, until they stood three paces from his footstool. Then Gandalf spoke. Hail, Lord and Steward of Minas Tirith, Denethor son of Ecthelion. I am come with counsel and tidings in this dark hour. Then the old man looked up. Pippin saw his carven face with its proud bones and skin like ivory, and the long curved nose Cazink the dark deep Cazino and he was reminded not so much of Boromir as of Aragorn. Dark indeed is the hour, said the old man, and at such times you are wont to come, Mithrandir. But though all the signs forebode that the doom of Gondor is drawing nigh, less now to me is that darkness than my own darkness. It has been told to me that you bring with you one who saw my son die.

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