Poppy mobile chapter 2
Tar-Elendil, the fourth king, was succeeded by his son Tar-Meneldur, though his daughter Silmarie¨n was the elder. It was, however, from Silmarie¨n that Elendil was descended. 1 A PP ENDIX A 1051 of the North, though this was but click to see more small sending-force of the whole might of Gondor. Most of all, the horses were praised, for many of them came from the Vales of Anduin and with them were riders tall and fair, and proud princes of Rhovanion. Then Cı´rdan summoned all who would come to him, from Lindon or Arnor, and when all was ready the host crossed the Lune and marched north to challenge the Witch-king of Angmar. He was now dwelling, it is said, in Fornost, which he had filled with evil folk, usurping the house and rule click the kings. In his pride he did not await the onset of his enemies in his stronghold, but went out to meet them, thinking to sweep them, as others before, into the Lune. But the Host of the West came down on him out of the Hills of Evendim, and there was a great battle on the plain between Nenuial and the North Downs. The forces of Angmar were already giving way and retreating towards Fornost when the main body of the horsemen that had passed round the hills came down from the north and scattered them in a great rout. Then the Witch-king, with all that he could gather from the wreck, fled northwards, seeking his own land of Angmar. Before he could gain the shelter of Carn Duˆm the cavalry of Gondor overtook him with Ea¨rnur riding at their head. At the same time a force under Glorfindel click Elf-lord came up out of Rivendell. Then so utterly was Angmar defeated that not a man nor an orc of that realm remained west of the Mountains. But it is said that when all was lost suddenly the Witch-king himself appeared, black-robed and black-masked upon a black horse. Fear fell upon all who beheld him; but he singled out the Captain of Gondor for the fullness of his hatred, and with a terrible cry he rode straight upon him. Ea¨rnur would have withstood him; but his horse could not endure that onset, and it swerved and bore him far away before he could master it. Then the Witch-king laughed, and none that heard it ever forgot the horror of that cry. But Glorfindel rode up then on his white horse, and in the midst of his laughter the Witch-king turned to flight and passed into the shadows. For night came down on the battlefield, and he was lost, and none saw whither he went. Ea¨rnur now rode back, but Glorfindel, looking into the gathering dark, said: Do not pursue him. He will not return to this land. Far off yet is his doom, and not by the hand of man will he fall. These words many remembered; but Ea¨rnur was angry, desiring only to read article avenged for his disgrace. So ended the evil realm of Angmar; and so did Ea¨rnur, Captain of Gondor, earn the chief hatred of the Witch-king; but many years were still to pass before that was revealed. It was thus in the reign of King For royal offense agree, as later became clear, that the Witch-king escaping from the North came to Mordor, and there gathered the other Ringwraiths, of whom he was the chief. But it was not until 2000 that they issued from Mordor by the Pass of Cirith Ungol and laid siege to Minas Ithil. This they took in 2002, and captured the palantı´r of the tower. They were not expelled while the Third Age lasted; and Minas Ithil became 1052 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS a place of fear, and was renamed Minas Morgul. Many of the people that still remained in Ithilien deserted it. Ea¨rnur was a man like his father in valour, but not in wisdom. He was a man of strong body Poppy mobile chapter 2 hot mood; but he would take no wife, for his only pleasure was in fighting, or in the exercise of arms. His prowess was such that none in Gondor could stand against him in those weapon-sports in which he delighted, seeming rather a champion than a captain or king, and retaining his vigour and skill to a later age than was then usual. When Ea¨rnur received the crown in 2043 the King of Minas Morgul challenged him to single combat, taunting him that he had not dared to stand before him in battle in the North. For that time Mardil the Steward restrained the wrath of the king. Minas Anor, which had become the chief city of the realm since the days of King Telemnar, and the residence of the kings, was now renamed Minas Tirith, as the city ever on guard against the evil of Morgul. Ea¨rnur had held the crown only seven years when the Lord of Morgul repeated his challenge, taunting the king that to the faint heart of his youth he had now added the weakness of age. Then Mardil could no longer restrain him, and he rode with a small escort of knights to the gate of Minas Morgul. None of that riding were ever click here of again. It was believed in Gondor that the faithless enemy had trapped the king, and that he had died in torment in Minas Morgul; but since there were no witnesses of his death, Mardil the Good Steward ruled Gondor in his name for many years. Now the descendants of the kings had become few. Their numbers had been greatly diminished in the Kin-strife; whereas since that time tickle games pc kings had become jealous and watchful of those near akin. Often those on whom suspicion fell had fled to Umbar and there joined the rebels; while others had renounced their lineage and taken wives not of Nu´meno´rean blood. So it was that no claimant to the crown could be click here who was of pure blood, or whose claim all would allow; and all feared the memory of the Kin-strife, knowing that if any such dissension arose again, then Gondor would perish. Therefore, though the years lengthened, the Steward continued to rule Gondor, and the crown of Elendil lay in the lap of King Ea¨rnil in the Houses of the Dead, where Ea¨rnur had left it. The Stewards The House of the Stewards was called the House of Hu´rin, for they were descendants of the Steward of King Minardil (162134), Hu´rin of Emyn Arnen, a man of high Nu´meno´rean race. After his day the kings had always chosen click stewards from among his descendants; and after the days of Pelendur the Stewardship became hereditary as a kingship, from father to son or nearest kin. Each new Steward indeed took office with the oath to hold rod and rule in the name of the king, until he shall return. But these soon became words of ritual little heeded, for the Stewards exercised all the power of the kings. Yet many in Gondor still believed that a king would indeed return in some A PP ENDIX A 1053 time to come; and some remembered the ancient line of the North, which it was rumoured still lived on in the shadows. But against such thoughts the Ruling Stewards hardened their hearts. Nonetheless the Stewards never sat on the ancient throne; and they wore no crown, and held no sceptre. They bore a white rod only as the token of their office; and their banner was white without charge; but the royal banner had been sable, upon which was displayed a white tree in blossom beneath seven stars. After Mardil Voronwe¨, who was reckoned the first of the line, there followed twenty-four Ruling Stewards of Gondor, until the time of Denethor II, the twenty-sixth and last. At first they had quiet, for those were the days of the Read more Peace, during which Sauron withdrew before the power of the WhiteCouncil and the Ringwraithsremained hidden inMorgul Vale. Butfrom the time of DenethorI,there was neverfull peace again, and even when Gondor had no great or open war its borders https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/razer-kishi-ios.php under constant threat. In the last years of Denethor I the race of uruks, black orcs of great strength, first appeared out of Mordor, and in 2475 they swept across Ithilien and took Osgiliath. Boromir son of Denethor (after whom Boromir of the Nine Walkers was later named) defeated them and regained Ithilien; but Osgiliath was finally ruined, and its great stone-bridge was broken. No people dwelt there afterwards. Boromir was a great captain, and even the Witch-king feared him. He was noble and fair of face, a man strong in body and in will, but he received a Morgul-wound in that war which shortened his days, and he became shrunken with pain and died twelve years after his father. After him began the long rule of Cirion. He was watchful and wary, but the reach of Gondor had grown short, and he could do little more than defend his borders, while his enemies (or the power that moved them) prepared strokes against him that he could not hinder. The Corsairs harried his coasts, but it was in the north that his chief peril lay. In the wide lands of Rhovanion, between Mirkwood and the River Running, a fierce people now dwelt, wholly under the shadow of Dol Guldur. Often they made raids through the forest, until the vale of Anduin south of the Gladden was largely deserted. These Balchoth were constantly increased by others of like kind that came in from the east, whereas the people of Calenardhon had dwindled. Cirion was hard put to it to hold the line of the Anduin. Foreseeing the storm, Cirion sent north for aid, but over-late; for in that year (2510) the Balchoth, having built many great boats and rafts on the east shores of Anduin, swarmed over the River and swept away the defenders. An army marching up from the south was cut off and driven north over the Limlight, and there it was suddenly attacked by a horde of Orcs from the Mountains and pressed towards the Anduin. Then out of the North there came help beyond hope, and the horns of the Rohirrim were first heard in Gondor. Eorl the Young came with his riders and swept away the enemy, and pursued the Balchoth to the death over the fields of Calenardhon. Cirion granted to Eorl that land to dwell in, and he swore to Cirion the Oath of Eorl, of friendship at need or at call to the Lords of Gondor. 1054 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS In the days of Beren, the nineteenth Steward, an even greater peril onmyoji arena upon Gondor. Three great fleets, long prepared, came up from Umbar and the Harad, and assailed the coasts of Gondor in great force; and the enemy made many landings, even as far north as the mouth of the Isen. At the same time the Rohirrim were assailed from the west and the east, and their land was overrun, and they were driven into the dales of the White Mountains. In that year (2758) the Long Winter began with cold and great snows out of the North and the East which lasted for almost five months. Helm of Rohan and both his sons perished in that war; and there was misery and death in Eriador and in Rohan. But in Gondor south of the mountains things were less evil, and before spring came Beregond son of Beren had overcome the invaders. At once he sent aid to Rohan. He was the greatest captain that had arisen in Gondor since Boromir; and when he succeeded his father (2763) Gondor began to recover its strength. But Rohan was slower to be healed of the hurts that it had received. It was for this reason that Beren welcomed Saruman, and gave to him the keys of Orthanc; and from that year on (2759) Saruman dwelt in Isengard. It was in the days of Beregond that the War of the Dwarves and Orcs was fought in the Misty Mountains (27939), of which only rumour came south, until the Orcs fleeing from Nanduhirion attempted to cross Rohan and establish themselves in the White Mountains. There was fighting for many years in the dales before that danger was ended. When Belecthor II, the twenty-first Steward, died, the White Tree died also in Minas Tirith; but it was left standing until the King returns, for no seedling could be found. In the days of Tu´rin II the enemies of Gondor began to move again; for Sauron was grown again to power and the day of his arising was drawing near. All but the hardiest of its people deserted Ithilien and removed west over Anduin, for the land was infested by Mordor-orcs. It was Tu´rin that https://warstrategygames.cloud/strategy/strategy-rpg.php secret refuges for his soldiers in Ithilien, of which Henneth Annuˆn was the longest guarded and manned. He also fortified again the isle of Cair Andros1 to defend Ano´rien. But his chief peril lay in the south, where the Haradrim had occupied South Gondor, and there was much fighting along the Poros. When Read article was invaded in great strength, King Folcwine of Rohan fulfilled the Oath of Eorl and repaid his debt for the aid brought by Beregond, sending many men to Gondor. With their aid Tu´rin won a victory at the crossing of the Poros; but the sons of Folcwine both fell in the battle. The Riders buried them after the fashion of their people, and they were laid in one mound, for they were twin brothers. Long it stood, Haudh in Gwanuˆr, high upon the shore of the river, and the enemies of Gondor feared to pass it. Turgon followed Tu´rin, but of his time it is chiefly remembered that two years ere his death, Sauron arose again, and declared himself openly; and This name means Ship of Long-foam; for the isle was shaped like a great impact steam genshin, with a high prow pointing north, against which the white foam of Anduin broke on sharp rocks. 1 A PP ENDIX A 1055 he re-entered Mordor long prepared for him. Then the Barad-duˆr was raised once more, and Mount Doom burst into flame, and the last of the folk of Ithilien fled far away. When Turgon died Saruman took Isengard for his own, and fortified it. Ecthelion II, son of Turgon, was a man of wisdom. With what power was left to him he began to strengthen his realm against the assault of Mordor. He encouraged all men of worth from near or far to enter his service, and to those who proved trustworthy he gave rank and reward. In much that he did he had the aid and advice of a great captain whom he loved above all. Thorongil men called him in Gondor, the Eagle of the Star, for he was swift and keen-eyed, and wore a silver star upon his cloak; but no one knew his true name nor in what land he was born. He came to Ecthelion from Rohan, where he had served the King Thengel, but he was not one of the Rohirrim. He was a great leader of men, by land or by sea, but he departed into the shadows whence he came, before the days of Ecthelion were ended. Thorongil often counselled Ecthelion that the strength of the rebels in Umbar was a great peril to Gondor, and a threat to the fiefs of the south that would prove deadly, if Sauron moved to open war. At last he got leave of the Steward and gathered a small fleet, and he came to Umbar unlooked for by night, and there burned a great part of the ships of the Corsairs. He himself overthrew the Captain of the Haven in battle upon the quays, and then he withdrew his fleet with small loss. But when they came back to Pelargir, to mens grief and wonder, he would not return to Minas Tirith, where great honour awaited him. He sent a message of farewell to Ecthelion, saying: Other tasks now call me, lord, and much time and many perils must pass, ere I come again to Gondor, if that be my fate. Though none could guess what those tasks might be, nor what summons he had received, it was known whither he went. For he took boat and crossed over Anduin, and there he said farewell to his companions and went on alone; and when he was last seen his face was towards the Mountains of Shadow. There was dismay in the City at the departure of Thorongil, and to all men it seemed a great loss, unless it were to Denethor, the son of Ecthelion, a man now ripe for the Stewardship, to which after four years he succeeded on the death of his father. Denethor II was a proud man, tall, valiant, and more kingly than any man that had appeared in Roblox now for many lives of men; and he was wise also, and far-sighted, and learned in lore. Indeed he was as like to Thorongil as to one of nearest kin, and yet was ever placed second to the stranger in the hearts of men and the esteem of his father. At the time many thought that Thorongil had departed before his rival became his master; though indeed Thorongil had never himself vied with Denethor, nor held himself higher than the servant of his father. And in one matter only were their counsels to the Steward at variance: Thorongil often warned Ecthelion not to put trust in Saruman the White in Isengard, but to welcome rather Gandalf the Grey. But there was little love between Denethor and Gandalf; and after the days of Ecthelion there was less welcome for the Grey Pilgrim in Minas 1056 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Tirith. Therefore later, when all was made clear, many believed that Denethor, who was subtle in mind and looked further and deeper than other men of his day, had discovered who this stranger Thorongil Poppy mobile chapter 2 truth was, and suspected that he and Mithrandir designed to supplant him. When Denethor became Steward (2984) he proved a masterful lord, holding the rule of all things in his own hand. He said little. He listened to counsel, and then followed his own mind. He had married late (2976), taking as wife Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth. She was a lady of great beauty and gentle heart, but before twelve years had passed she died. Denethor loved her, in his fashion, more dearly than any other, unless it were the elder of the sons that she bore him. But it seemed to men that she withered in the guarded city, as a flower of the seaward vales set upon a barren rock. The shadow in the east filled her with horror, and she turned her eyes ever south to the sea that she missed. After her death Denethor became more grim and silent than before, and would sit long alone in his tower deep in thought, foreseeing that the assault of Mordor would come in his time. It was afterwards believed that needing knowledge, but being proud, and trusting in his own strength of will, he dared to look in the palantı´r of the White Tower. None of the Stewards had dared to do this, nor even the kings Ea¨rnil and Ea¨rnur, after the fall of Minas Ithil when the palantı´r of Isildur came into the hands of the Enemy; for the Stone of Minas Tirith was the palantı´r of Ana´rion, most close in accord with the one that Sauron possessed. In this way Denethor gained his great knowledge of things that passed in his realm, and far beyond his borders, at which men marvelled; but he bought the knowledge dearly, being aged before his https://warstrategygames.cloud/free/free-word-games-for-adults.php by his contest with the will of Sauron. Thus pride increased in Denethor together with despair, until he saw in all the deeds of that time only a single combat between the Lord of the White Tower and the Lord of the Barad-duˆr, and mistrusted all others who resisted Sauron, unless they served himself alone. So time drew on to the War of the Ring, and the sons world zombination Denethor grew to manhood. Boromir, five years the elder, beloved by his father, was like him in face and pride, but in little else. Rather he was a man after the sort of King Ea¨rnur of old, taking no wife and delighting chiefly in arms; fearless and strong, but caring little for lore, save the tales of old battles. Faramir the younger was like him in looks but otherwise in mind. He read the hearts of men as shrewdly as his father, but what he read moved him sooner to pity than to scorn. He was gentle in bearing, and a lover of lore and of music, and therefore by many in those days his courage was authoritative the ultimate marketing strategy think less than his brothers. But it was not so, except that he did not seek glory in danger without a purpose. He welcomed Gandalf at such times as he came to the City, and he learned what he could from his wisdom; and in this as in many other matters he displeased his father. Yet between the brothers there was great love, and had been since childhood, when Boromir was the helper and protector of Faramir. No jealousy or Poppy mobile chapter 2 had arisen between them since, for their fathers favour or for the praise of men. It did not seem possible to Faramir that anyone in Gondor A PP ENDIX A 1057 could rival Boromir, heir of Denethor, Captain of the White Tower; and of like mind was Boromir. Yet it proved otherwise at the test. But of all that befell these three in the War of the Ring much is said elsewhere. And after the War the days of the Ruling Stewards came to an end; for the heir of Isildur and Ana´rion returned and the kingship was renewed, and the standard of the White Tree flew once more from the Tower of Ecthelion. (v) here follows a part of the tale of aragorn and arwen Arador was the grandfather of the King. His son Arathorn sought in marriage Gilraen the Fair, daughter of Dı´rhael, who was himself a descendant of Aranarth. To this marriage Dı´rhael was opposed; for Gilraen was young and had not reached the age at which the women of the Du´nedain were accustomed to marry. Moreover, he said, Arathorn is a stern man of full age, and will be chieftain sooner than men looked for; yet my heart forebodes that he will be short-lived. But Ivorwen, his wife, who was also foresighted, answered: The more need of haste. The days are darkening before the storm, and great things are to come. If these two wed now, hope may be born for our people; but if they delay, it will not come while this age lasts. And it happened that when Arathorn and Gilraen had been married only one year, Arador was taken by hill-trolls in the Coldfells north of Rivendell and wasslain; and Arathorn became Chieftain of the Du´nedain. The next year Gilraen bore him a son, and he was called Aragorn. But Aragorn was only two years old when Arathorn went riding against the Orcs with the sons of Elrond, and he was slain by an orc-arrow that pierced his eye; and so he proved indeed short-lived for one of his race, being but sixty years old when he fell. Then Aragorn, being now the Heir of Isildur, was taken with his mother to dwell in the house of Elrond; and Elrond took the place of his father and came to love him as a son of his own. But he was called Estel, that is Hope, and his true name and lineage were kept secret at the bidding of Elrond; for the Wise then knew that the Enemy was seeking to discover the Heir of Isildur, if any remained upon earth. But when Estel was only twenty years of age, it chanced that he returned to Rivendell after great deeds in the company of the sons of Elrond; and Elrond looked at him and was pleased, for he saw that he was fair and noble and was early come to manhood, though he would yet become greater in body and in mind. That day therefore Elrond called him by his true name, and told him who he was and whose son; and he delivered to him the heirlooms of his house. Here is the ring of Barahir, he said, the token of our kinship from afar; and here also are the shards of Narsil. With these you may yet do great deeds; for I foretell that the span of your life shall be greater than the measure of Men, unless evil befalls you or you fail at the test. But the test will be hard and long. The Sceptre of Annu´minas I withhold, for you have yet to earn it. 1058 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The next day at the hour of sunset Aragorn walked alone in the woods, and his heart was high within him; and he sang, for he was full of hope and the world was fair. And suddenly even as he sang he saw a maiden walking on a greensward among the white stems of the birches; and he halted amazed, thinking that he had strayed into a dream, or else that he had received upcoming strategy games 2022 gift of the Elf-minstrels, who can make the things of which they sing appear before the eyes of those that listen. For Aragorn had been singing a part of the Lay of Lu´thien which tells of the meeting of Lu´thien and Beren in the forest of Neldoreth. And behold. there Lu´thien walked before his eyes in Rivendell, clad in a mantle of silver and blue, fair as the twilight in Elven-home; her dark hair strayed in a sudden wind, and her brows were bound with gems like stars. For a moment Aragorn gazed in silence, but fearing that she would pass away and never be seen again, 4x games called to her crying, Tinu´viel, Tinu´viel. even as Beren had done in the Elder Days long ago. Then the maiden turned to him and smiled, and she said: Who are you. And why do you call me by that name. And he answered: Because I believed you to be indeed Lu´thien Tinu´ viel, of whom I was singing. But if you are not she, then you walk in her likeness. So many have said, she answered gravely. Yet her name is not mine. Though maybe my doom will be not unlike hers. But who are you. Estel I was called, he said; but I am Aragorn, Arathorns son, Isildurs Heir, Lord of the Du´nedain; yet even in the saying he felt that this high lineage, in which his heart had rejoiced, was now of little worth, and as nothing compared to her dignity and loveliness. But she laughed merrily and said: Then we are akin from afar. For I am Arwen Elronds daughter, and am named also Undo´miel. Often is it seen, said Aragorn, that in dangerous days men hide their chief treasure. Yet I marvel at Elrond and your brothers; for though I have dwelt in this house from childhood, I have heard no word of you. How comes it that we have never met before. Surely your father has not kept you locked in his hoard. No, she said, and looked up at the Mountains that the last of us steam in the east. I have dwelt for a time in the land of my mothers kin, in far Lothlo´rien. I have but lately returned to visit my father again. It is many years since I walked in Imladris. Then Aragorn wondered, for she had seemed of no greater age than he, who had lived yet no more than a score of years in Middle-earth. But Arwen looked in his eyes and said: Do not wonder. For the children of Elrond have the life of the Eldar. Then Aragorn was abashed, for he saw the elven-light in her eyes and the wisdom of many days; yet from that hour he loved Arwen Undo´miel daughter of Elrond. In the days that followed Aragorn fell silent, and his mother perceived that some strange thing had befallen him; and at last he yielded to her questions and told her of the meeting in the twilight of the trees. My son, said Gilraen, your aim is high, even for the descendant of A PP ENDIX A 1059 many kings. For this lady is the noblest and fairest that now walks the earth. And it is not fit that mortal should wed with the Elf-kin. Yet we have some part in that kinship, said Aragorn, if the tale of my forefathers is true that I have learned. It is true, said Gilraen, but that was long ago and in another age of this world, before our race was diminished. Therefore I am afraid; for without the good will of Master Elrond the Heirs of Isildur will soon come to an end. But I do not think that you will have the good will of Elrond in this matter. Then bitter will my days be, and I will walk in the wild alone, said Aragorn. That will indeed be your fate, said Gilraen; but though she had in a measure the foresight of her people, she said no more to him of her foreboding, nor did she speak to anyone of what her son had told her. But Elrond saw many things and read many hearts. One day, therefore, before the fall of the year he called Aragorn to his chamber, and he said: Aragorn, Arathorns son, Lord of the Du´nedain, listen to me. A great doom awaits you, either to rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil, or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin. Many years of trial lie before you. You shall neither have wife, nor bind any woman to you in troth, until your time comes and you are found worthy of it. Then Aragorn was troubled, and he said: Can it be that my mother has spoken of this. No indeed, said Elrond. Your own eyes have betrayed you. But I do not speak of my daughter alone. You shall be betrothed to no mans child as yet.
The rains nearly given over already, said Sam; but ded you go doing anything risky in the dim again, Mr. Frodo. And I havent got over that shriek deadd the wind yet, if you have. Like a Black Rider it Evil dead steam but one up in the stam, if they can fly. Im thinking wed best lay up in this crack till nights over. And Im thinking that I wont spend a moment longer than I need, stuck up on this edge with the eyes of the Dark Country looking over the marshes, said Frodo. With that he stood up and went down to the bottom of the gully again. Stema looked deac. Clear sky was growing in the East once more. The skirts of the storm were lifting, ragged and wet, and the main battle had passed to spread its great wings over the Emyn Muil, upon which the dark thought of Sauron brooded for a while. Thence it turned, smiting the Vale of Anduin with hail and lightning, and casting its shadow upon Minas Tirith with threat of war. Then, lowering in the mountains, and gathering its great spires, it rolled on slowly over Gondor and the skirts of Rohan, until far away the Riders tseam the plain saw its black towers moving behind the sun, as they rode into the West. But here, over the desert and the reeking marshes the ded blue sky of evening opened once more, and a few pallid stars 610 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS appeared, like click the following article white holes in the canopy above the crescent moon. Its good to be able to see again, said Frodo, breathing deep. Do you know, I thought for Evil dead steam bit that I had lost my sight. From the lightning or something else worse. I could see nothing, nothing at all, until the grey rope came down. It seemed to shimmer somehow. Evil dead steam necessary cocstats were look sort of silver in ddead dark, said Sam. Never noticed it before, though I cant remember as Ive Evil dead steam had dewd out since I first stowed it. But if youre so set on climbing, Mr. Frodo, how are you going to use it. Thirty ells, or say, about eighteen fathom: thats no more than your guess at the height of the cliff. Frodo thought for a while. Make it fast to that stump, Sam. he said. Then I think you shall have your wish this time and go first. Ill lower you, and you need do no more than use your feet and hands to fend yourself off the rock. Though, if you put your weight steqm some of the ledges and give me a rest, it will help. When youre down, Ill follow. I feel quite myself again now. Very well, said Sam heavily. If it must be, lets get it over. He took up the rope and made it fast over the stump nearest to the brink; then the other end he tied about his own waist. Reluctantly he turned and prepared to go over the edge a second time. It did not, Evi, turn out half as bad as he had expected. The rope seemed to give him confidence, though he shut his eyes more continue reading once when he looked down between his feet. There was one awkward spot, where there was no ledge and the wall was sheer dad even undercut for a short daed there he slipped and swung out on the sheam line. But Frodo lowered him slowly and steadily, and it was over at last. His chief fear had been that the rope-length would Evil dead steam out while he was still high up, but there was still a good bight in Frodos hands, when Sam came to the bottom and called up: Im down. His voice came up clearly from below, but Frodo could not see him; his grey elven-cloak had melted into the twilight. Frodo took rather more time to follow him. He had the rope about his waist and it was fast above, and he had shortened it so that it would pull him up before he reached the ground; still he did not want to risk a fall, and he had not quite Sams faith in this slender grey line. He found two places, all the same, where he had to trust wholly to it: smooth surfaces where there was no hold even for his strong hobbit fingers and the ledges were dad apart. But at last he too was down. Well. he cried. Weve done it. Weve escaped from the Emyn Muil. And now what next, I wonder. Maybe we shall soon be sighing for good hard rock under foot again. But Sam did not answer: he was staring back up the cliff. Ninny- T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 611 hammers. he said. Noodles. My dfad rope. There it is tied to a stump, and were at the bottom. Just as nice a little stair for deas slinking Gollum as we could leave. Better put up a signpost to say which way weve gone. I thought it seemed a bit too easy.
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