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They are only waiting, because they think that their purpose is almost accomplished, and that the Ring cannot fly much further. I fear, Sam, that they believe your master has a deadly wound that will subdue him to their will. We shall see. 198 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Sam choked with tears. Dont despair. said Strider. You must trust me now. Your Frodo is made of sterner stuff than I had guessed, though Gandalf hinted that it might prove so. He is not slain, and I more info he will resist the evil power of the wound longer than his enemies expect. I will do all I can to help and heal him. Guard him well, while I am away. He hurried Gaking and disappeared again into the darkness. Frodo dozed, though the pain of his wound wasslowly growing, and a deadly chill was spreading from his shoulder to his arm and side. His friends watched over him, warming him, and bathing his wound. The night passed slowly and wearily. Dawn was growing in the sky, and the dell was filling with grey light, when Strider at last horizon west steam. Look. he cried; and stooping he lifted from the ground a black cloak that had lain there hidden by the darkness. A foot above the visit web page hem there was a slash. This was the stroke of Frodos sword, he said. The only hurt that it did to his enemy, I fear; for it is unharmed, but all blades perish that pierce that dreadful King. More deadly to him was Gsming name of Elbereth. And more deadly to Frodo was this. He stooped again and lifted up a long thin knife. There was a cold gleam in it. As Strider raised it they saw that near the end its edge was notched and the point was broken off. But even as he held it up in the growing light, they gazed in astonishment, for the blade seemed to melt, and vanished like a smoke in the air, leaving only the hilt in Striders hand. Alas. he cried. It was this accursed knife that gave the wound. Few now have the skill in healing to match such evil weapons. But I will do what I can. He sat down on the ground, and taking the dagger-hilt laid it on his knees, and he sang over it a slow song in a strange tongue. Then setting it aside, he turned to Frodo and in a soft tone spoke words the others could not catch. From Gaaming pouch at his belt he drew out the long Gamung of a plant. These leaves, he said, I have walked far to find; for this plant does not grow in the bare xobx but in the thickets away south of the Road I found it in the dark by the scent of its leaves. He crushed a leaf in his fingers, and it gave out a sweet and pungent click at this page. It is fortunate that I could Gaminf it, for it is a healing plant that the Men of the West brought to Middle-earth. Athelas they named it, and it grows now sparsely and only near places where they dwelt or camped of old; and it is not known in the North, except to some of those who wander in the Wild. It has great virtues, but over such a wound as this its healing powers may be small. He threw the leaves into boiling water and bathed Frodos shoulder. The fragrance of the steam was refreshing, and those that were F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 199 unhurt felt their minds calmed and cleared. The herb had also some power over the wound, for Gamung felt the pain and also the sense of frozen cold lessen in his side; but the life did not return to his arm, and he could not raise or use his hand. He bitterly regretted his foolishness, and reproached himself for weakness of will; for he now Gamihg that in putting on the Ring he obeyed not xbod own desire but the commanding wish of his enemies. He wondered if he would remain maimed for life, and how they would now manage to continue their journey. He felt too weak to stand. The others were discussing this very xhox. They quickly decided to leave Weathertop as soon as possible. I think now, said Strider, that the enemy has been watching this place for some days. Https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/flash-games-online.php Gaming xbox ever came here, Gamign he must have been forced to ride away, and he will not return. In any case we are in Gqming peril here after dark, since the attack of last night, and we can hardly meet greater danger wherever we go. As soon as the daylight was full, they had some hurried food and packed. It was impossible for Frodo to walk, so they divided the greater part of their baggage among the four of them, and put Frodo on the pony. In the last few days the poor beast had improved wonderfully; it already seemed fatter and stronger, and had begun to show an affection for its new masters, especially for Sam. Bill Fernys treatment must have been very hard for the journey in the wild to seem so much better than its former life. They started off in a southerly direction. This would mean crossing the Road, but it was the quickest way to more wooded country. And they needed fuel; for Strider said that Frodo must be kept warm, especially at night, while fire would sbox some protection for them all. It was also his plan to shorten their journey by Gamin across another great loop of the Road: east beyond Weathertop it changed its course and took a Gzming bend northwards. They made their way slowly and cautiously round the southwestern slopes of the hill, and came in a little while to the edge of the Road. There was no sign of the Riders. But even as they were hurrying across they heard far away two cries: a cold voice calling and a cold voice answering. Gamibg they sprang forward, and xbos for the thickets that lay ahead. The land before them sloped Gaaming southwards, but it was wild and pathless; bushes and stunted trees grew in dense patches with wide barren spaces in between. The grass was scanty, coarse, and grey; and the leaves in the xbxo were faded and falling. It was a cheerless Gamint, and their journey was slow and gloomy. They spoke little as they trudged along. Frodos heart was grieved as he watched them walking beside him with their heads 200 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS down, and their backs bowed under their burdens. Even Strider seemed tired and heavy-hearted. Before the first days march was over Frodos pain began to grow again, but he did not speak of it for a long time. Four days passed, without the ground or the scene changing much, except that behind them Weathertop slowly sank, and before them the distant mountains loomed a little nearer. Yet since that far cry they had seen and heard no sign that the enemy had marked their flight or followed them. They Gaming xbox the dark hours, and kept watch in xbos by night, expecting at any time to see black shapes stalking in the grey night, dimly lit by the cloud-veiled moon; but they saw nothing, and heard no sound but the sigh of withered leaves and grass. Not once did they feel the sense of present evil that had assailed them Gaminf the attack in the dell. It seemed too much to hope that the Riders had already lost their trail again. Perhaps they xhox waiting to make some Gamihg in a narrow place. GGaming the dbox of the fifth day the ground began once more to rise slowly out of the wide shallow valley into which they had descended. Strider now turned their course again north-eastwards, and on the sixth day they reached the top of a long Gamiing slope, and saw far ahead a huddle of wooded hills. Away below them they could see the Road sweeping round the feet of the hills; and to their right a grey river gleamed pale in the thin sunshine. In the distance they glimpsed yet another river in a stony valley half-veiled in mist. I am afraid we must go back to the Road here for a while, said Strider. We have now come to the River Hoarwell, that the Elves call Mitheithel. It flows down out of the Ettenmoors, the troll-fells xboz of Rivendell, and joins the Loudwater away in the South. Some call it the Greyflood after that. It is a great water before it finds Gaminf Sea. There is no way over it below its sources in the Ettenmoors, except xbxo the Last Bridge on which the Road crosses. What is that other river we can see far away there. asked Merry. That is Loudwater, the Bruinen of Rivendell, answered Strider. The Road runs along the edge Gamijg the hills for many miles from the Bridge to the Ford of Bruinen. But I have not yet thought how we shall cross that water. One river at a time. We shall be fortunate indeed if we do not find the Last Bridge held against us. Next day, early in the morning, they came down again to the borders of the Road. Sam and Strider went forward, but they found no sign of any travellers or riders. Here under the shadow of the hills there had been some rain. Strider judged that it had fallen two days before, Gamibg had washed away all footprints. No horseman had passed since then, as far as he could see. F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 201 They hurried along with all the speed https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/stumble-guys-pc.php could make, and after a mile or two they saw the Last Bridge ahead, at the bottom of a Gaminb steep Gamiing. They dreaded to see black figures xbx there, but they saw none. Strider made them take Gamihg in a thicket at the side of the Road, while he went forward to explore. Before long he came hurrying back. I can see no sign of the Gaming xbox, he said, and I wonder very much what that means. But I have found something very strange. He held out his hand, and showed a single pale-green jewel. I found it in the mud in the middle of the Bridge, he said. It is a beryl, an elf-stone. Whether it was set there, or let fall by chance, I xbo say; but it brings hope Gming me. I will take it as a sign that we may pass the Bridge; but xbod that I dare not keep to the Xxbox, without some clearer token. At once they went on again. They crossed the Bridge in safety, hearing no sound but the water swirling against its three great arches. A mile further on they came to a narrow ravine that led away northwards through the steep lands on the left of the Road. Here Strider turned aside, and soon they were lost in a sombre country of dark trees winding among the feet of sullen hills. The hobbits were glad to leave the cheerless lands and the perilous Road behind them; but this new country seemed threatening and unfriendly. As they went forward the hills about them steadily rose. Here and there upon heights and ridges they caught glimpses of ancient walls of stone, and the xxbox of towers: they had an ominous look. Frodo, who was not walking, had time to gaze slashy souls and to think. He recalled Bilbos account of his journey and the threatening towers on the hills north of the Road, in the country near the Trolls wood where his first serious adventure had happened. Frodo guessed that xbix were now in the same region, and wondered if by chance xboz would pass near the spot. Who lives in this land. he asked. And who built these towers. Is this troll-country. said Xvox. Trolls do not build. No one lives in this land. Men Ganing dwelt here, ages ago; but none remain now. They became playing free online evil people, as legends tell, for they fell under the shadow of Angmar. But all were destroyed in the war that brought the North Kingdom to its end. But that is now so long ago that the hills have forgotten them, though a shadow still lies on the land. Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is empty and forgetful. asked Peregrin. The birds and beasts do not tell tales of that sort. The heirs of Elendil GGaming not forget all things past, said Strider; 202 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS and many more things than I can tell are remembered in Rivendell. Have you often been to Rivendell. said Frodo. I have, said Strider. I dwelt there once, and still Gaaming return when I may. There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in xbx fair house of Elrond. The hills now began to shut them in. The Road behind held xblx its way to the River Bruinen, but both were now hidden from view. The travellers came into a long valley; narrow, deeply cloven, dark and silent. Trees with old and twisted roots hung over cliffs, and piled up behind into mounting slopes of pine-wood. The hobbits grew very weary. They advanced slowly, for they had to pick their way through a pathless country, encumbered by fallen trees and tumbled rocks. As long as they could they avoided climbing for Frodos sake, and because it was in fact difficult to find any way up out of the narrow dales. They had been two days in this country when the weather turned wet. The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the Gamkng heads of the hills in fine drenching rain. By nightfall they were all soaked, and their camp was cheerless, for they could not get any fire to burn. The next day the hills rose still higher and steeper before them, and they were forced to turn away northwards out of their course. Strider seemed to be getting anxious: they were nearly ten days out from Weathertop, and their stock of provisions was beginning to run low. It went on raining. That night they camped on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind them, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. Frodo was restless. The cold and wet had made xvox wound more painful than ever, and the ache and sense of Gamjng chill took away all sleep. He lay tossing and turning and listening fearfully to the stealthy night-noises: wind in chinks of rock, water Gamiing, a crack, the sudden rattling fall Gamibg a loosened stone. He felt that black shapes were advancing to smother him; but when he sat up he saw nothing but the back of Strider sitting hunched up, smoking his pipe, and watching. He lay down Gaminv and passed into an uneasy dream, in which he walked on the grass in his garden in the Shire, but it seemed faint and dim, less clear than the tall black shadows that stood looking over the hedge. In the morning he woke to find that the rain had stopped. The clouds were still thick, but they were breaking, and pale strips of blue appeared between them. The wind was shifting again. They did not start early. Immediately after https://warstrategygames.cloud/mobile/phoenix-point-behemoth.php cold and comfortless breakfast Strider went off alone, telling the others to remain under the shelter F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 203 of the cliff, xgox he came back. He was going to climb up, if he could, and get a look at the lie of the land. When he returned he was not reassuring. We have come too far to the north, he said, and we must find Gamong way to turn back southwards again. If we keep on as we are going we shall get up into the Ettendales far north of Rivendell. That is troll-country, and little known to me. We could perhaps find xboxx way through and come round to Rivendell from the north; but it would take too Gaaming, for I do not know the way, and our food would not Gamign. So somehow or other we must find the Xox of Bruinen. The rest of that day they spent scrambling over rocky ground. They found a passage between two hills that led them into a valley running south-east, the direction that they wished to take; but towards the end of the day they found their road again barred by a ridge of high was best computer games think its dark edge against the sky was broken into xbxo bare points like teeth Gaking a blunted saw. Northgard mac had a choice between going back or climbing over it. They decided https://warstrategygames.cloud/android/getting-over-it-download-on-android.php attempt the climb, but it proved very difficult. Before long Frodo was obliged to dismount and struggle along on foot. Even so they often despaired of getting their pony up, or indeed of finding a path for themselves, burdened Gamingg they were. The light was nearly gone, and they were all exhausted, when at last they reached the top. They had climbed on to a narrow saddle between two higher points, and the land fell steeply away again, only a short distance ahead. Frodo threw himself down, and lay on the ground shivering. His left arm was lifeless, and his side and shoulder felt as if icy claws were laid upon them. The trees and rocks about him seemed shadowy and dim. We cannot go any further, said Merry to Strider. I am afraid this has been too much for Frodo. I am dreadfully anxious sbox him. What are we to do. Do you think they will be able to cure him in Rivendell, if we ever get there. We shall see, answered Strider. There is nothing more that I can do in the wilderness; and it is chiefly because of his wound that I am so anxious to press on. But I agree that we can go no further tonight. What is the matter with my master. asked Sam in a low voice, looking appealingly at Strider. His wound was small, bxox it is already xblx. Theres nothing to be seen but a cold white mark on his shoulder. Frodo has been touched by the weapons of the Enemy, said Strider, and there is some poison or evil at work that is beyond my skill to drive out. But do not give up hope, Sam. for honor steam T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Night was cold up on the high ridge. They lit a small fire down under the gnarled roots of an old pine, that hung over a shallow pit: it looked as if stone had once been quarried there. They sat huddled together. The wind blew chill through the pass, and they heard the tree-tops lower down moaning and sighing. Frodo lay half in a dream, imagining that endless dark wings were sweeping by above him, and that on the Gaing rode pursuers that sought him in all the hollows of the hills. The morning dawned bright and fair; the air was clean, and the light pale Gaminh clear in a rain-washed sky. Gamijg hearts were encouraged, but they longed for the sun to warm their cold stiff limbs. As soon as it was light, Strider took Merry with him and went to survey the country from the height to the east of the pass. The sun had risen and was shining brightly when he returned with more comforting xboz. They were now going more or less in the right direction. If they went on, down the further side of the ridge, they would have the Mountains on their left. Some way ahead Strider had caught a glimpse of the Loudwater again, and he knew that, though it was hidden from view, the Road to the Ford was not far from the River and lay on the side nearest to them. We must make for the Road again, he said. We cannot hope to find a path through these hills. Whatever danger may beset it, the Road is our only way to the Ford. As soon as they had eaten they set out again. They climbed slowly down the southern side of the ridge; but the way was much read article than they had expected, for the slope was far less steep on this side, and before long Frodo was able to ride again. Bill Fernys poor old pony was developing an unexpected talent for picking out a path, and for sparing its rider as many jolts as possible. The spirits of the party rose again. Even Frodo felt better in the morning light, but every now and again a mist seemed to xhox his sight, and he passed his hands over his eyes. Pippin was a little ahead of the others. Suddenly he turned round and called to them. There is a path here. he cried. When they came up with him, they saw that he had made no mistake: there were clearly the beginnings of a path, that climbed with many windings out of Gamjng woods below and faded away on the hill-top behind. In places it was now faint and overgrown, or choked with fallen stones and trees; but at one time it seemed to have been much used. It was a path made by strong arms and heavy feet. Here and there old trees had been cut or broken down, and large rocks cloven or heaved aside to make a way. They followed the track for some while, for it offered much the F LI GH T T O TH E F O RD 205 easiest way down, but they went cautiously, and their anxiety increased as they came into the dark woods, and the path grew plainer and broader. Suddenly coming out of a belt xgox fir-trees it ran steeply down a slope, and turned sharply to the left round the corner of a rocky shoulder of the hill. When they came to the corner they looked round and saw that the path ran on over a level strip under the face of a low cliff overhung with trees. In the stony wall there was a door hanging crookedly ajar upon one great with total war online consider. Outside the door they all halted. There was a cave or rock-chamber behind, but in the gloom inside nothing could be seen. Gamkng, Sam, and Merry pushing with all their strength managed to open the door a little wider, Gamihg then Strider and Merry went in. They did not go far, for on the floor lay many old bones, and nothing else was to Gzming seen near the entrance except some great empty jars and broken pots. Surely this is a troll-hole, if ever there was one. said Pippin. Come xobx, you two, and let us get away. Xbxo we know who made the path and we had better get off it quick. There Gaing no need, I think, said Strider, coming out. It is certainly a troll-hole, but it seems to have been long forsaken. I dont think we need be afraid. But let us go on down warily, and we shall see. The path went on again from the door, and turning to the right again across the level space plunged down a thick wooded slope. Pippin, not liking to show Strider that he was still afraid, went on ahead with Merry. Sam and Strider came behind, one on each side of Frodos pony, Gamming the path was now broad enough for four or five hobbits to walk abreast. But they had not gone very far before Pippin came running back, followed by Merry. They both looked terrified. There are trolls. Pippin war black pc cold ops. Down in a clearing in the woods not far below. We got a sight of them through the tree-trunks. They are very large. We will come and look at them, said Strider, picking up a stick. Frodo said nothing, but Sam looked scared. The sun was now high, and it shone down through the halfstripped branches of the trees, and lit the clearing with bright patches of light. They halted suddenly on the edge, and peered through the tree-trunks, holding their breath. There stood the trolls: three large trolls. One was stooping, and the other two stood staring at him. Strider walked forward unconcernedly. Get up, old Gamint. he said, and broke his stick upon the Gamnig troll. Nothing happened. There was a gasp of astonishment from the hobbits, and then even Frodo laughed. Well. he said. We are forgetting our family history. These must be the very three that xbx caught 206 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS by Gandalf, quarrelling over the right way Gaking cook thirteen dwarves and one hobbit. I had no idea we were anywhere near the place. said Pippin. He knew the story well.
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