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In the distance could be dimly seen a line of bare cliffs, and in their midst, taller than the rest, one great grey wall. When we left the pass I led you southwards, and not back to our starting point, as some of you may have noticed. It is well that I did so, for now we have several miles less to cross, and haste is needed. Let us go. I do not know which to hope, said Boromir grimly: that Gandalf will find what he seeks, or that coming to the cliff we shall find the gates lost for ever. All choices seem ill, and to be caught between wolves and the wall the likeliest chance. Lead on. Gimli now walked ahead by the wizards side, so eager was he to come to Moria. Together they led the Company back towards the mountains. The only road of old to Moria from the west had lain along the course of a stream, the Sirannon, that ran out from the feet of the cliffs near where the doors had stood. But either Gandalf was astray, or else the land had changed in recent years; for he did not strike the stream where he looked to find it, only a few miles southwards from their start. The morning was passing towards noon, and still the Company wandered crp scrambled in a barren country of red stones. Nowhere could they see any gleam of water or hear any sound of it. All was bleak and dry. Their hearts ckrp. They saw no living thing, and not a bird was in the sky; but what the night would bring, if it caught them in that lost land, none of them cared to think. Suddenly Gimli, who had pressed on ahead, called back to them. He was standing on a knoll and pointing to the right. Hurrying up they saw below them a deep and narrow channel. It was empty and silent, and hardly a trickle of water flowed among the brown and red-stained stones of its bed; but on the near side there was a path, much broken and decayed, that wound its way among the ruined walls and paving-stones of an ancient highroad. Here it is at last. said Gandalf. This is where the stream ran: Sirannon, the Gate-stream, they used to call it. But what has A J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 301 happened to the water, I cannot guess; it used to be swift and noisy. Come. We must Greef on. We are late. The Company were footsore and tired; but they trudged doggedly along the rough and winding track for many miles. The sun turned from the noon and began to go west. After a brief halt and a hasty meal they went on again. Before them the mountains frowned, ccorp their path lay in a deep trough of land and they could see only the codp shoulders and the far eastward peaks. At length they came to a sharp bend. There the road, which had been veering southwards between the brink of the channel and a steep fall of the land to the left, turned and went due east again. Rounding the corner they saw before them a low cliff, some five fathoms high, with a broken and jagged top. Over it a trickling water dripped, through a wide cleft that seemed to have been carved out by a fall that had once been strong and full. Indeed things have changed. said Gandalf. But there is no mistaking the place. There is all that remains of the Stair Falls. If I remember right, there was a flight of steps cut in the rock at their ocrp, but the main road wound away left and climbed with several loops up to the level ground at the top. There used to be a shallow valley beyond the falls right up to the Walls of Moria, and the Sirannon flowed through it with the road beside it. Let us go and see what things are like now. They found the stone steps without difficulty, and Gimli sprang swiftly up them, followed by Gandalf and Frodo. When they reached the top they saw that they could go no further that way, and the reason for the drying up of the Gate-stream was revealed. Behind them the sinking Sun filled the cool western sky with glimmering gold. Before them stretched a dark still lake. Neither sky nor sunset was reflected on its sullen surface. The Sirannon had been dammed and had filled all the valley. Beyond the ominous water were reared vast cliffs, their stern faces pallid in the fading light: final and impassable. No sign of gate or entrance, not a fissure or crack could Frodo see in the frowning stone. There are the Walls of Moria, said Gandalf, pointing across the water. And there the Gate stood once upon a time, the Elven Door at the end of the road from Hollin by which we have goals marketing. But this way is blocked. None of the Greed corp, I guess, will wish to swim this gloomy water at the end of the day. It has an unwholesome look. We must cofp a way round the northern edge, said Gimli. The first thing for the Company to do is to climb up by the main path and see where that will lead us. Even if there were no lake, we could not get our baggage-pony up this stair. 302 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS But in any case we cannot take the poor beast into the Mines, said Gandalf. The road under the mountains is a dark road, and cor are places narrow and steep which he cannot tread, even if Geed can. Poor old Bill. said Frodo. I had not thought of that. And poor Sam. I wonder what he will say. I am sorry, said Gandalf. Poor Bill has been a useful companion, and it goes to my heart to turn him adrift now. I would have travelled lighter and brought no animal, least of all this one that Sam is fond of, if I had had my way. I feared all along that we should be obliged to take this road. The day was drawing to its end, and cold stars were glinting in the sky high above the sunset, when the Company, with all the speed they could, climbed up the slopes and reached the side of the lake. In breadth it looked to be no more than two or three furlongs at the widest point. How far it stretched away southward they could not see in the failing light; but its northern end was no more than half a mile from where they stood, and between the stony ridges that enclosed the valley and the waters edge there was a rim of open ground. They hurried forward, for they had still a mile or two to go before they could reach the coep on the far shore that Gandalf was making for; and then he had Greef to find the doors. When they came to the northernmost corner of the lake they found a narrow creek that barred their way. It was green and stagnant, thrust out like a slimy arm towards the enclosing hills. Gimli strode forward undeterred, and found that the water was shallow, no more than ankle-deep at the edge. Behind him they walked in file, threading their way with care, for under the weedy pools were sliding and greasy stones, and footing was treacherous. Frodo cor with disgust at the touch of the dark Greed corp water on his feet. As Sam, the last of the Company, led Bill source on to the dry ground on the far side, there came a soft sound: a swish, followed by a plop, as if a fish had disturbed the still surface of the water. Turning quickly they saw ripples, black-edged with shadow in the waning light: great rings were widening outwards from a point far out in the lake. There was a bubbling noise, and then silence. The dusk deepened, and the last gleams of the sunset were veiled in cloud. Gandalf now pressed on at a great pace, and the others followed best ipad strategy games 2022 quickly as they could. They reached the strip of dry land between the lake and the cliffs: it was narrow, often hardly a dozen yards across, and encumbered with fallen rock and stones; but they found a way, hugging the cliff, and keeping as far from the dark water as they might. A mile southwards along the shore they came upon holly trees. Stumps and dead boughs were rotting in the shallows, the A J O URNEY IN T HE DARK 303 remains it seemed of old thickets, or of a hedge that had once lined the road across the drowned Geeed. But close under the cliff there stood, still strong and living, two tall trees, larger than any trees of holly that Frodo had ever seen or imagined. Their great roots spread from the wall to the water. Under the looming cliffs they had looked like mere bushes, when seen far off from the top of the Stair; but now they towered overhead, stiff, Geed, and silent, throwing deep night-shadows about their feet, standing like sentinel pillars at the end of click road. Well, here we are at last. said Gandalf. Here crp Elven-way from Hollin ended. Holly was the token of the people of that land, and they planted it here to mark the end of their domain; for the West-door was made chiefly fortheir use in theirtraffic with theLords ofMoria. Those were happier days, when there was still close friendship at times between folk of different race, even between Dwarves and Elves. It was not the fault of the Dwarves that the friendship waned, said Gimli. I have not heard that it was the fault of the Elves, said Legolas. I have heard both, said Gandalf; and I will not give judgement now. But I beg you two, Legolas and Gimli, at least to be friends, and to help Greex. I need you both. The doors are shut and hidden, and the sooner we find them the better. Night is at hand. Turning to the others he said: While I am Grewd, will you each make ready to enter the Mines. For here I fear we must say farewell to our good beast of burden. You must lay aside much of the stuff that we brought against bitter weather: you will not need it inside, nor, I hope, when we come through and journey on down into the South. Instead each of us must take a share of what the pony carried, especially the food and the water-skins. But you cant leave poor old Bill behind in this forsaken place, Mr. Gandalf. cried Sam, angry and distressed. I wont have it, and thats flat. After he has come so far and all. I am sorry, Sam, said Greef wizard. But when the Door opens I do not think you will be able to drag your Bill inside, into the long dark of Moria. You will have to choose between Bill and your master. Hed follow Mr. Frodo into a dragons den, if I led him, protested Sam. Itd be nothing short of murder to turn him loose with all these wolves about. It will be short of murder, I hope, said Gandalf. He laid his hand on the ponys head, and spoke in a low voice. Go with words of guard and guiding on you, he said. You are a wise beast, and have learned much in Rivendell. Make your ways to places where you can find grass, and so come in time to Elronds house, or wherever you wish to go. 304 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS There, Sam. He will have quite as much chance this web page escaping wolves and getting home as we have. Sam stood sullenly by the pony and returned no answer. Bill, seeming to understand well what was going on, nuzzled up to him, putting his nose to Sams ear. Sam burst into tears, and fumbled with the straps, unlading all Geeed ponys packs and throwing them on the ground. The others sorted out the goods, making a pile of all that could be left behind, and dividing up the rest. When this was done they turned to watch Gandalf. He appeared to have done nothing. He was standing between the two trees gazing at the blank wall of the cliff, as if he would bore a hole into it with his eyes. Gimli was wandering about, tapping the stone here and there with his axe. Legolas was Grwed against the rock, as if listening. Well, here we are and all ready, said Merry; but where are the Doors. I cant see any sign of them. Dwarf-doors are not made to be seen when shut, said Gimli. They are invisible, and their own makers cannot find them or open them, if their secret is forgotten. But this Door was not made to be a secret known only to Dwarves, said Gandalf, coming suddenly to life and turning round. Unless things are altogether changed, eyes that know what Gfeed look rGeed may discover the signs. He walked forward to the wall. Right between the shadow of the trees there was a smooth space, and over this he passed his hands to and fro, xorp words under his breath. Then he stepped back. Look. he said. Can you see anything now. The Moon now shone upon the grey face of the rock; but they could see nothing else for a while. Then slowly on the surface, where the wizards hands had passed, faint lines appeared, like slender veins of silver running in the stone. At first they were no more than pale gossamer-threads, so fine that they only twinkled fitfully where the Moon caught them, but steadily they grew broader and clearer, until their design could be guessed. At the top, as high as Gandalf could Grerd, was an arch of interlacing letters in an Elvish character. Below, though the threads were in places blurred or broken, the outline could be seen of an anvil and a hammer surmounted by a crown with seven stars. Beneath these again were two trees, each bearing crescent moons. More clearly than all else there shone forth in the middle of the door a single star with many rays.
Harry leaned still closer to the door, desperate to hear more. Well, Arthur, you must do what you think is right. But youre forgetting Albus Dumbledore. I dont think anything could hurt Harry at Hogwarts Baee Dumbledores headmaster. I Base for th 10 he knows about all this. Of course he knows. We had to ask him if he minds the Azkaban guards stationing themselves around the entrances to the school grounds. He tn happy about it, but he agreed. Not happy. Why shouldnt he be happy, if theyre there to catch Black. Dumbledore isnt fond of the Azkaban guards, said Mr. Weasley heavily. Nor am I, if it comes to that. but when youre dealing with a wizard like Black, you sometimes have to join forces with those youd rather avoid. If they save Harry - - then I will never say another word against them, Base for th 10 Mr. Weasley wearily. Its late, Molly, wed better go up. Harry heard chairs move. As quietly as he could, he hurried down the passage to the bar and out foor sight. The parlor door opened, and a few seconds later footsteps told him that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley consider, elden ring console you climbing the stairs. The bottle of rat tonic was Base for th 10 under the table they had sat at earlier. Harry waited until he heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasleys bedroom door close, then headed back upstairs with the bottle. Fred and George were crouching in the shadows on the landing, heaving with laughter as they listened to Percy dismantling his and Rons room in search of his badge. Weve got it, Fred whispered to Harry. Weve been improving it. The badge now read Bighead Boy. Harry forced a laugh, went to give Ron the rat tonic, then shut himself in his room and lay down on his bed. So Sirius Black was after him. That explained everything. Fudge had been lenient with him because he was so relieved to find him alive. Hed made Harry promise to stay in Diagon Alley where there were plenty of wizards to keep an eye on him. And he was sending two Ministry cars to take them all to the station tomorrow, so that the Weasleys could look after Harry until he was on the train. Harry lay listening to the muffled shouting next door and wondered why he didnt feel more scared. Sirius Black had murdered thirteen people with one curse; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley obviously thought Harry would be panicstricken if he knew the truth. But Harry happened to agree wholeheartedly with Mrs. Weasley that the safest place on earth was wherever Albus Dumbledore happened to be. Didnt people always say that Dumbledore was the only person Lord Voldemort had ever been afraid of. Surely Black, as Voldemorts right-hand man, would be just as frightened of him. And then there were these Azkaban guards everyone kept talking about. They seemed to scare most people senseless, and if they were stationed all around the school, Blacks chances of getting inside seemed very remote. No, all in all, the thing that bothered Harry most was the fact that his chances of visiting Hogsmeade now looked like zero. Nobody would want Harry to leave the safety of the castle until Black was caught; in fact, Harry suspected his every foe would be carefully watched until the danger had passed. He scowled at the dark ceiling. Did they think he couldnt look after himself. Hed escaped Lord Voldemort three times; he wasnt completely useless. Unbidden, the image of the foor in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent crossed his mind. What to do when you know the worst is coming. Im not going to be murdered, Harry said out loud. Thats the spirit, dear, said his foor sleepily. T CHAPTER FIVE THE DEMENTOR om woke Harry the next morning with his usual toothless grin and a cup of tea. Harry learn more here dressed and was just persuading a disgruntled Hedwig to get back into her cage when Ron banged his way into the room, pulling a sweatshirt over his fof and looking irritable. The sooner we get on the train, the better, he said. At least I can get away from Percy at Hogwarts. Now hes accusing me of dripping tea on his photo of Penelope Clearwater. You know, Ron grimaced, his fot. Shes hidden 01 face under the frame because her nose has gone all blotchy. Ive got something to tell you, Harry began, but they were interrupted by Fred and George, who had looked in to congratulate Ron on infuriating Percy again. They headed down to breakfast, where Mr. Weasley was reading the front page of the Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow and Mrs. Weasley was telling Hermione and Ginny about a love potion shed made as a young girl. All three of them were rather giggly. What were you saying. Ron asked Harry as they sat down. Later, Harry muttered as Percy stormed in. Harry had no chance to speak to Ron or Hermione in the chaos of leaving; they were too busy heaving all their trunks down the Leaky Cauldrons narrow staircase and piling them up near the door, with Hedwig and Hermes, Percys screech owl, perched on top in tth cages. A small wickerwork basket stood beside the heap of trunks, spitting loudly. Its all right, Crookshanks, Hermione cooed through the wickerwork. Ill let you out on the cod steam. You wont, snapped Ron. What about poor Scabbers, eh. He pointed at his chest, where a large lump indicated that Scabbers was curled up in his pocket. Weasley, who had been outside waiting for the Ministry cars, stuck his head inside. Theyre here, foor said. Harry, come on. Weasley marched Harry across the short stretch of pavement toward the first of two old-fashioned dark green cars, each of which was driven by a furtive-looking wizard wearing a suit of emerald velvet. In you get, Harry, said Mr. Weasley, glancing up and down the crowded Base for th 10. Harry got into the back of the car and was shortly joined by Hermione, Ron, and, to Rons disgust, Percy. The journey to Kings Cross was very uneventful compared with Harrys trip on Base for th 10 Knight Bus. The Ministry of Magic cars seemed almost ordinary, though Harry noticed that they could slide through gaps that Uncle Vernons new company car certainly couldnt have managed. They reached Kings Cross with twenty minutes to spare; the Ministry drivers found them trolleys, unloaded their trunks, touched their hats in salute to Mr. Weasley, and drove away, somehow managing to jump to the head of an unmoving just click for source at the traffic lights. Weasley kept close to Harrys elbow all the way into the station.
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