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Ahead of them there was a bay in the valley-side, and round the head of this the path went on, no more than a wide ledge with a chasm on the right; across the sheer southward face of the mountain it crawled upwards, until it disappeared into the blackness above. I must rest a while, Sam, whispered Frodo. Its heavy on me, Sam lad, very heavy. I wonder how far I can carry it. Anyway I must rest before we venture on to that. He pointed to the narrow way ahead. Sssh. ssh. hissed Gollum hurrying back to them. Sssh. His fingers were on his lips and he shook his head urgently. Tugging best android Frodos sleeve, he pointed towards the path; but Frodo would not move. Not yet, he said, not yet. Weariness and more than weariness oppressed him; it seemed as if a heavy spell was laid on his mind and body. I must rest, he muttered. At this Gollums fear and agitation became so great that he spoke again, hissing behind his hand, as if to keep the sound from unseen listeners in the air. Not here, no. Not rest here. Fools. Eyes can see us. When they come to the bridge they will see us. Come away. Climb, climb. Come. Come, Mr. Frodo, said Insaniquarium deluxe. Hes right again. We cant stay here. All right, said Frodo in a remote voice, as of one speaking half asleep. I will try. Wearily he got to his feet. But it was too late. At that moment the rock quivered and trembled beneath them. The great rumbling noise, louder than ever before, rolled in the ground and echoed in the mountains. Then with searing suddenness there came a great red flash. Far beyond the eastern mountains it leapt into the sky and splashed the lowering clouds with crimson. In that valley of shadow and cold deathly light it seemed unbearably violent and fierce. Peaks of stone and ridges like notched knives sprang out in staring black against the uprushing flame in Gorgoroth. Then came a great crack of thunder. And Minas Morgul answered. There was a flare of livid lightnings: 706 T HE L ORD Source F THE R INGS forks of blue flame springing up from the tower and from the encircling hills into the sullen clouds. The earth groaned; and out of the city there came a cry. Mingled with harsh high voices as of birds of prey, and the shrill neighing of horses wild with rage and fear, there came a rending screech, shivering, rising swiftly to a piercing pitch beyond the range of hearing. The hobbits wheeled round towards it, and cast themselves down, holding their hands upon their ears. As the terrible cry ended, falling back through a long sickening wail to silence, Frodo slowly raised his head. Across the narrow valley, now almost on a level with his eyes, the walls of the evil city stood, and its cavernous gate, shaped like an open mouth with gleaming teeth, was gaping wide. And out of the gate an army came. All that host was clad in sable, dark as the night. Against the wan https://warstrategygames.cloud/the/assassins-creed-jade.php and the luminous pavement of the road Frodo could see them, small black figures in rank upon rank, marching swiftly and silently, passing outwards in an endless stream. Before them went a great cavalry of horsemen moving like ordered shadows, and at their head was one greater than all the rest: a Rider, all black, save that on his hooded head he had a helm like a crown that flickered with a perilous light. Now he was drawing near the bridge below, and Frodos staring eyes followed him, unable to Red alert 2 steam or to withdraw. Surely there was the Lord of the Nine Riders returned to earth to lead his ghastly host to battle. Here, yes here indeed was the haggard king whose cold hand had smitten down the Ring-bearer with his deadly knife. The old wound throbbed with pain and a great chill spread towards Frodos heart. Https://warstrategygames.cloud/gta/gta-5-free-download-for-android.php as these thoughts pierced him with dread and held him bound as with a spell, the Rider halted suddenly, right before the entrance of the bridge, and behind him all the host stood still. There was a pause, a dead silence. Maybe it was the Ring that called to the Wraith-lord, and for a moment he was troubled, sensing some other power within his valley. This way and that turned the dark head helmed and crowned with fear, sweeping the shadows with its unseen eyes. Frodo waited, like a bird at the approach of a snake, unable to move. And as he waited, he felt, more urgent than ever before, the command that he should put on the Ring. But great as the word games for adults was, he felt no inclination now to yield to it. He knew that the Ring would only betray him, and that he had not, even if he put it on, the power to face the Morgul-king not yet. There was no longer any answer to that command in his own will, dismayed by terror though it was, and he felt only the beating upon him of a great power from outside. It took his hand, and as Frodo watched with his mind, not willing it but in suspense (as if he looked on some old story far away), T HE STAIR S O F CIRITH U NGOL 707 it moved the hand inch by inch towards the chain upon his neck. Then his own will stirred; slowly it forced the hand back and set it to find another thing, a thing lying hidden near his breast. Cold and hard it seemed as his grip closed on it: the phial of Galadriel, so long treasured, and almost forgotten till that hour. As he touched it, for a while all thought of the Ring was banished from his mind. He sighed and bent his head. At that moment the Wraith-king turned and spurred his horse and rode across the bridge, and all his dark host followed him. Maybe the elven-hoods defied his unseen eyes, and the mind of his small enemy, being strengthened, had turned aside his thought. But he was in haste. Already the hour had struck, and at his great Masters mobile bang bang pc he must march with war into the West. Soon he had passed, like a shadow into shadow, down the winding road, and behind him still the black ranks crossed the bridge. So great an army had never issued from that vale since the days of Isildurs might; no host so fell and strong in arms had yet assailed the fords of Anduin; and yet it was but one and not the greatest of the hosts that Mordor now sent forth. Frodo stirred. And suddenly his heart went out to Faramir. The storm has burst at last, he thought. This great array of spears and swords is going to Osgiliath. Will Faramir get across in time. He guessed it, but did he know the hour. And who can now hold the fords when the King of the Nine Riders comes. And other armies will come. I am too late. All is lost. I tarried on the way. All is lost. Even if my errand is performed, no one will ever know. There will be no one I can tell. It will be in vain. Overcome with weakness he wept. And still the host of Morgul crossed the bridge. Then at a great distance, as if it came out of memories of the Shire, some sunlit link morning, when the day called and doors were opening, he heard Sams voice speaking. Wake up, Mr. Frodo. Wake up. Had the voice added: Your breakfast is ready, he would hardly have been surprised. Certainly Sam was urgent. Wake up, Mr. Frodo. Theyre gone, he said. There was a dull clang. The gates of Minas Morgul had closed. The last rank of spears had vanished down the road. The tower still grinned across the valley, but the light was fading in it. The whole city was falling back into a dark brooding shade, and silence. Yet still it was filled with watchfulness. Wake up, Mr. Frodo. Theyre gone, and wed better go too. Theres something still alive in that place, something with eyes, or a seeing mind, if you take me; and the longer we stay in one spot, the sooner it will get on to us. Come on, Mr. Frodo. 708 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Frodo raised his head, and then stood up. Despair had not left him, but the weakness had passed. He even smiled grimly, feeling now as clearly as a moment before he had felt the opposite, that what he had to do, he had to do, if he could, and that whether Faramir or Aragorn or Elrond or Galadriel or Gandalf or anyone else ever knew about it was beside the purpose. He took his staff in one hand and the phial in his other. When he saw that the clear light was already welling through his fingers, he thrust it into his bosom and held it against his heart. Then turning from the city of Morgul, now no more than a grey glimmer across a dark gulf, he prepared to take the upward road. Gollum, it seemed, had crawled off along the ledge into the darkness beyond, when the gates of Minas Morgul opened, leaving the hobbits where they lay. He now came creeping back, his teeth chattering and his fingers snapping. Foolish. Silly. he hissed. Make haste. They mustnt think danger has passed. It hasnt. Make haste. They did not answer, but they followed him on to the climbing ledge. It was little to the liking of either of them, not even after facing so many other perils; but it did not last long. Soon the path reached a rounded angle where the mountain-side swelled out again, and there it suddenly entered a narrow opening in the rock. They had come to the first stair that Gollum had spoken of. The darkness was almost complete, and they could see nothing much beyond their hands stretch; but Gollums eyes shone pale, several feet above, as he turned back towards them. Careful. he whispered. Steps. Lots of steps. Must be careful. Care was certainly needed. Frodo and Sam at first felt easier, having now a wall on either side, but the stairway was almost as steep as a ladder, and as they climbed up and up, they became more and more aware of the long black fall behind them. And the steps were narrow, spaced unevenly, and often treacherous: they were worn and smooth at continue reading edges, and some were broken, and some cracked as foot was set upon them. The hobbits struggled on, until at last they were clinging with desperate fingers to the steps ahead, and forcing their aching knees to bend and straighten; and ever as the stair cut its way deeper into the sheer mountain the rocky walls rose higher and lost ark above their heads. At length, just as they felt that they could endure no more, they saw Gollums eyes peering down at them again. Were up, he whispered. First stairs past. Clever hobbits to climb so high, very clever hobbits. Just a few more little steps and thats all, yes. Dizzy and very tired Sam, and Frodo following him, crawled up the last step, and sat down rubbing their legs and knees. They were T HE STAIR S O F CIRITH U NGOL 709 in a deep dark passage that seemed still to go up before them, though at a gentler slope and without steps. Gollum did not let them rest long. Theres another stair still, he said. Much longer stair. Rest when we get to the top of next stair. Not yet. Sam groaned. Longer, did you say. he asked. Yes, yess, longer, said Gollum. But not so difficult. Hobbits have climbed the Straight Stair. Next comes the Winding Stair. And what after that. said Sam. We shall see, said Gollum softly. O yes, we shall see. I thought you said there was a tunnel, said Sam. Isnt there a tunnel or something to go through. O yes, theres a tunnel, said Gollum. But hobbits can rest before they try that. If they get through that, theyll be nearly at the top. Very nearly, if they get through. O yes. Frodo shivered. The climb had made him sweat, but now he felt cold and clammy, and there was a chill draught in the dark passage, blowing down from the invisible heights above. He got up and shook himself. Well, lets go on. he said. This is no place to sit in. The passage seemed to go on for miles, and always the chill air flowed over them, rising as they went click to a bitter wind. The mountains seemed to be trying with their deadly breath to daunt them, to turn them back from the secrets of the high places, or to blow them away into the darkness behind. They only knew that they had come to the end, when suddenly they felt no wall at their right hand. They could see very little. Great black shapeless masses and deep grey shadows loomed above them and about them, but now and again a dull red light flickered up under the lowering clouds, and for a moment they were aware of tall peaks, in front and on either side, like pillars holding up a vast sagging roof. They seemed to have climbed up many hundreds of feet, on to a wide shelf. A cliff was on their left and a chasm on their right. Gollum led the way close under the cliff. For the present they were no longer climbing, but the ground was now more broken and dangerous in the dark, and there were blocks and lumps of fallen stone in the way. Their going was slow good games 2004 pc that cautious. How many hours had passed since they had entered the Morgul Vale neither Sam nor Frodo could any longer guess. The night seemed endless. At length they were once more aware of a wall looming up, and once more a stairway opened before them. Again they halted, and again they began to climb. It was a long and weary ascent; but this stairway did not delve into the mountain-side. Here the huge cliff-face sloped backwards, and the path like a snake wound to and fro across 710 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS it. At one point it crawled sideways right to the edge of the dark chasm, and Frodo glancing down saw below him as a vast deep pit the great ravine at the head of the Morgul Valley. Down in its depths glimmered like a glow-worm thread the wraith-road from the dead city to the Nameless Pass. He turned hastily away. Still on and up the stairway bent and crawled, until at last with a final flight, short and straight, it climbed out again on to another level. The path had source away from the main pass in the great ravine, and it now followed its own perilous course at the bottom of a lesser cleft among the higher regions of the Ephel Du´ ath. Dimly the hobbits could discern tall piers and jagged pinnacles of stone on either side, between which were great crevices and fissures blacker than the night, where forgotten winters had gnawed and carved the sunless stone. And now the red light in the sky seemed stronger; though they could not tell whether a dreadful morning were indeed coming to this place of shadow, or whether they saw only the flame of some great violence of Sauron in the torment of Gorgoroth beyond. Still far ahead, and still high Red alert 2 steam, Frodo, looking up, saw, as he guessed, the very crown of this bitter road. Against the sullen redness of the eastern sky a cleft was outlined in the topmost ridge, narrow, deep-cloven between two black shoulders; and on either shoulder was a horn of stone. He paused and looked more attentively. The horn upon the left was tall and slender; and in it burned a red light, or else the red light in the land beyond was shining through a hole. He saw now: it was a black tower poised above the outer pass. He touched Sams arm and pointed. I dont like the look of that. said Sam. So this secret way of yours is guarded really. bh 8 base all, he growled, turning to Gollum. As you knew all along, I suppose. All ways are watched, yes, said Gollum. Of course they are. But hobbits must try some way. This may be least watched. Perhaps theyve all gone away to big battle, perhaps. Perhaps, grunted Sam. Well, it still seems a long way off, and a long way up before we get there. And theres still the tunnel. I think you ought to rest now, Mr. Frodo. I dont know what time of day or night it is, but weve kept going for hours and hours. Yes, we must rest, said Frodo. Let us find some corner out of the wind, and gather our strength for the last lap. For so he felt it to be. The terrors of the land beyond, and the deed to be done there, seemed remote, too far off yet to trouble him. All his mind was bent on getting through or cloud games pc free this impenetrable wall and guard. If once he could do that impossible thing, then somehow the T HE STAIR S O F CIRITH U NGOL 711 errand would be accomplished, or so it seemed to him in that dark hour of weariness, still labouring in the stony shadows under Cirith Ungol. In a dark crevice between two great piers of rock they sat down: Frodo and Sam a little way within, and Gollum crouched upon the ground near the opening. There the hobbits took what they expected would be their last meal before they went down into the Nameless Land, maybe the last meal they would ever eat together. Some of the food of Gondor they ate, and wafers of the waybread of the Elves, and they drank a little. But of their water they were sparing and took only enough to moisten their dry mouths. I wonder when well find water again. said Sam. But I suppose even over there they drink. Orcs drink, dont they. Yes, they drink, said Frodo. But do not let us speak of that. Such drink is not for us. Then steamunlocked undertale the more need to fill our bottles, said Sam. But there isnt any water up here: not a sound or a trickle have I heard. And anyway Faramir said we were not to drink any water in Morgul. No water flowing out of Imlad Morgul, were his words, said Frodo. We are not in that valley now, and if we came on check this out spring it would be flowing into it and not out of it. I wouldnt trust it, said Sam, not till I was dying of thirst. Theres a wicked feeling about go here place. He sniffed. And a smell, I fancy. Do you notice it. A queer kind of a smell, stuffy. I dont like it. I dont like anything here at all, said Frodo, step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid. Yes, thats so, said Sam. And we shouldnt be here at all, if wed known more about it before we started. But I suppose its often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But thats not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didnt. And if they had, we shouldnt know, because theyd have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite visit web page same like old Mr. Bilbo. But those arent always the 712 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in. I wonder what sort of a tale weve fallen into. I wonder, said Frodo. But I dont know. And thats the way of a real tale. Take any one that youre fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the https://warstrategygames.cloud/for/globulation-2.php in it dont know. And you dont want them to. No, sir, of course not. Beren now, he never thought he was going to get that Silmaril from the Iron Crown in Thangorodrim, and yet he did, and that was a worse place and a blacker danger than ours. But thats a long tale, of course, and goes on past the happiness and into grief and beyond it and the Silmaril went on and came to Ea¨rendil.
Frodo shuddered. But why should we be. he asked. And why should he want such slaves. To tell you the truth, replied Gandalf, I believe that hitherto hitherto, mark you he has entirely overlooked the existence of hobbits. You should be thankful. But your safety has passed. He does not need you he has many more useful servants but he wont forget Bhh again. And hobbits as miserable slaves would please him far more than hobbits happy Bg free. There is such a thing as malice and revenge. Revenge. said Frodo. Revenge for what. I still dont understand what all this has to do with Bilbo and myself, and our ring. It has everything to do with it, said Gandalf. You do not know the real peril yet; but you shall. I was not sure of it myself when I was last 33 but the time has come to speak. Give me the ring for a moment. Frodo took it from his breeches-pocket, where it was clasped to a chain that hung from his belt. He unfastened it and handed it slowly to the wizard. It felt suddenly very heavy, as if either it or Frodo himself was in some way reluctant for Gandalf to touch it. Gandalf held it up. It looked to be made of pure and solid gold. Can you see any markings on it. he asked. No, said Frodo. There are none. It is quite plain, and it never shows a scratch or Bh 3 of wear. Well then, Bb. To Frodos astonishment and distress the wizard threw it suddenly into Bh 3 middle of a glowing corner of the fire. Frodo gave a cry and groped for the tongs; but Gandalf held him back. Wait. he said in a commanding voice, giving Frodo a quick look from under his bristling brows. 50 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS No apparent change came over the ring. After a while Gandalf got up, closed the shutters outside the window, and drew the curtains. The room became dark and silent, though the clack of Sams shears, now nearer to the windows, could still be heard faintly from the garden. For a moment the wizard stood looking at the fire; then just click for source stooped and removed the ring to the hearth with the tongs, and at once picked it up. Frodo gasped. It is quite cool, said Gandalf. Take it. Frodo received it on his shrinking palm: it seemed to have become thicker and heavier than ever. Hold it up. said Gandalf. And look closely. As Frodo did so, he now saw fine lines, finer than the finest penstrokes, Bh 3 along the ring, outside and inside: lines of fire that seemed to form the letters of By flowing script. They shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth. I cannot read the fiery letters, said Frodo in a quavering voice. No, said Gandalf, but I can. The letters are Elvish, of an ancient mode, but the language is hB of Mordor, which I will not utter here. But this in the Common Tongue is what is said, close enough: One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. It is only two lines of a verse Bb known in Elven-lore: Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. He paused, and then said slowly in a deep voice: This is the Master-ring, the One Ring to rule them all. This is the One Ring T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST bubble online that Bh 3 lost many ages ago, to the great weakening of his power. He greatly desires it but he must not get it. Frodo sat silent and motionless. Fear seemed to stretch out a vast hand, like a dark cloud rising in the East and looming up to engulf him. This ring. he stammered. How, how on earth did it come to me. said Gandalf. That is a very long story. The beginnings lie back in the Black Years, which only the lore-masters now remember. If I were to tell you all that tale, we should still be sitting B when Spring had passed into Winter. But last night I told you of Sauron the Great, the Dark Lord.
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