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Cried Aragorn. Andu´ril for the Du´nedain. 534 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Charging from the side, they hurled themselves upon the wild men. Andu´ril rose and fell, gleaming with white fire. A shout went up from wall and tower: Andu´ril. Andu´ril goes to war. The Blade that was Broken shines again. Dismayed the rammers let fall the trees and turned to fight; but the wall of their shields was broken as by a lightning-stroke, and they were swept away, hewn down, or cast over the Rock into the stony stream this web page. The orc-archers shot wildly and then fled. ´ thunder was rumbling in the distance now. The lightning flickered still, far off among the mountains in the South. A keen wind was blowing from the North again. The clouds were torn and drifting, and stars peeped out; and above the hills of the Coomb-side the westering moon rode, glimmering yellow in the storm-wrack. We did not come too soon, said Aragorn, looking at the gates. Their great hinges and iron bars were wrenched and bent; many of their timbers were cracked. The doors will not withstand another such battering. Yet we cannot stay here beyond the walls to defend them, said Eomer. Look. Steam db sale pointed to the causeway. Already a great press For a moment Eomer and Aragorn halted before the gates. The ´ of Orcs and Men were gathering again beyond the stream. Arrows whined, and skipped on the stones about them. Come. We must get back go here see what we can do to pile stone and beam across the gates within. Come now. They turned and ran. At that moment some dozen Orcs that had lain motionless among the slain Steam db sale to their feet, and came silently and swiftly behind. Two flung themselves to the ground at Eomers ´ heels, tripped him, and in a moment they were on top of him. But a small dark figure that none had observed sprang out of the shadows and gave a hoarse shout: Baruk Khazaˆd. Khazaˆd ai-meˆnu. An axe swung and swept back. Two Orcs fell headless. The rest fled. Eomer ´ struggled to his feet, even as Aragorn ran back to his aid. The postern was closed again, the iron door was barred and piled ´ inside with stones. When all were safe click here, Eomer turned: I thank you, Gimli son of Glo´in. he said. I did not know that you were with us in the sortie. But oft the unbidden guest proves the best company. How came you there. I followed you to shake off sleep, said Gimli; but I looked on the hillmen and they seemed over large for me, so I sat beside a stone to see your sword-play. I shall not find it easy to repay you, click Eomer. ´ There may be many a chance ere the night is over, laughed the H ELM S DEEP 535 Dwarf. But I am content. Till now I have hewn naught but wood since I left Moria. Two. said Gimli, patting his axe. He had returned to his place on the wall. Two. said Legolas. I have done better, though now I must grope for spent arrows; all mine are gone. Yet I make my tale twenty at the least. But that is only a few leaves in a forest. The sky now was quickly clearing and the sinking moon was shining brightly. But the light brought little hope to the Riders of the Mark. The enemy before them seemed to have grown rather than diminished, and still more were pressing up from the valley through the breach. The sortie upon the Rock gained only a brief respite. The assault on the gates was redoubled. Against the Deeping Wall the hosts of Isengard roared like a sea. Orcs and hillmen swarmed about its feet from end to end. Ropes with grappling hooks were hurled over the parapet faster than men could cut them or fling them visit web page. Hundreds of long ladders were lifted up. Many were cast down in ruin, but many more replaced them, and Orcs sprang up them like apes in the dark forests of the South. Before the walls foot the dead and broken were piled like Steam db sale in a storm; ever higher rose the hideous mounds, and still the enemy came on. The men of Rohan grew weary. All their arrows were spent, and every shaft was shot; their read more were notched, and their shields were ´ riven. Three times Aragorn and Eomer rallied them, and three times Andu´ril flamed in a desperate charge that drove the enemy from the wall. Then a clamour arose in the Deep behind. Orcs had crept like rats through the culvert through which the stream flowed out. There they had gathered in the shadow of the cliffs, until the assault above was hottest and nearly all the men of the defence had rushed to the walls top. Then they sprang out. Already some had passed into the jaws of the Deep and were among the horses, fighting with the guards. Down from the wall leapt Gimli with a fierce cry that echoed in the cliffs. Khazaˆd. Khazaˆd. He soon had work enough. Ai-oi. he shouted. The Orcs are behind the wall. Ai-oi. Come, Legolas. There are enough for us both. Khazaˆd ai-meˆnu. Gamling the Old looked down from the Hornburg, hearing the great voice ofthedwarf above allthe tumult. The Orcs are in theDeep. he cried. Helm. Helm. Forth Helmingas. he shouted as he leaped down the stair from the Rock with many men of Westfold at his back. Their onset was fierce and sudden, and the Orcs gave way before 536 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS them. Ere long they were hemmed in in the narrows of the gorge, and all were slain or driven shrieking into the chasm of the Deep to fall before the guardians of the hidden caves. Twenty-one. cried Gimli. He hewed a two-handed stroke and laid the last Orc before his feet. Now my count passes Master Legolas again. We must stop this rat-hole, said Gamling. Dwarves are said to be cunning folk with stone. Lend us your aid, master. We do not shape stone with battle-axes, nor with our finger-nails, said Gimli. But I will help as I may. They gathered such small boulders and broken stones as they could find to hand, and under Gimlis direction the Westfold-men blocked up the inner end of the culvert, until only a narrow outlet remained. Then the Deeping-stream, swollen by the rain, churned and fretted in its choked read more, and spread slowly in cold pools from cliff to cliff. It will be drier above, said Gimli. Come, Gamling, let us see how things go on the wall. He climbed up and found Legolas beside Aragorn and Eomer. ´ The elf was whetting his long knife. There was for a while a lull in the assault, since the attempt to break in through the culvert had been foiled. Twenty-one. said Gimli. Good. said Legolas. But my count is now two dozen. It has been knife-work up here. Eomer ´ and Aragorn leant wearily on their swords. Away on the left the crash and clamour of the battle on the Rock rose loud again. But the Hornburg still held fast, like an island in the sea. Its gates lay in ruin; but over the barricade of beams and stones within no enemy as yet had passed. Aragorn looked at the pale stars, and at the moon, now sloping behind the western hills that enclosed the valley. This is a night as long as years, he said. How long will the day tarry. Dawn is not far off, said Gamling, who had now climbed up beside him. But dawn will not help us, I fear. Yet dawn is ever the hope of men, said Aragorn. But these creatures of Isengard, these half-orcs and goblin-men check this out the foul craft of Saruman has bred, they will not quail at the sun, said Gamling. And neither will the wild men of the hills. Do you not hear their voices. ´ I hear them, said Eomer; game zet they are only the scream of birds and the bellowing of beasts to my ears. Yet there are many that cry in the Dunland tongue, said Gamling. H ELM S DEEP 537 I know that tongue. It is an ancient speech of men, and once was spoken in many western valleys of the Mark. Hark. They hate us, and they are glad; for our doom seems certain to them. The king, the king. they cry. We will take their king. Death to the Forgoil. Death to the Strawheads. Death to the robbers of the North. Such names they have for us. Not in half a thousand years have they forgotten their grievance that the lords of Gondor gave the Mark to Eorl the Young and made alliance with him. That old hatred Saruman has inflamed. They are fierce folk when roused. They will not give way now for dusk or dawn, until The´oden is taken, or they themselves are slain. Nonetheless day will bring hope to me, said Aragorn. Is it not said that no foe has ever taken the Hornburg, if men defended it. ´ So the minstrels say, said Eomer. Then let us defend it, and hope. said Aragorn. Even as they spoke there came a blare of trumpets. Then there was a crash and a flash of flame and smoke. The waters of the Deeping-stream poured out 2021 pc games and foaming: they were choked no longer, a gaping hole was blasted in the wall. A host of dark shapes poured in. Devilry of Saruman. cried Aragorn. They have crept in the culvert again, while we talked, and they have lit the fire of Orthanc beneath our feet. Elendil, Elendil. he shouted, as he leaped down into the breach; but even as he did so a hundred ladders were raised against the battlements. Over the wall and under the wall the last assault came sweeping like a dark wave upon a hill of sand. The more info was swept away. Some of the Riders were driven back, further and further into the Deep, falling and fighting as they gave way, step by step, towards the caves. Others cut their way back towards the citadel. A broad stairway climbed from the Deep up to the Rock and the rear-gate of the Hornburg. Near the bottom stood Aragorn. In his hand still Andu´ril gleamed, and the terror of the sword for a while held back the enemy, as one by one all who could gain the stair passed up towards the gate. Behind on the upper steps knelt Legolas. His bow was bent, but one gleaned arrow was all that he had left, and he peered out now, ready to shoot the first Orc that should dare to approach the stair. All who can have now got safe within, Aragorn, he called. Come back. Aragorn turned and sped up the stair; but as he ran he stumbled in his weariness. At once his enemies leapt forward. Up came the Orcs, yelling, with their long arms stretched out to seize him. The 538 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS foremost fell with Legolas last arrow in his throat, but the rest sprang over him. Then a great boulder, cast from the outer wall above, crashed down upon the stair, and hurled them back into the Deep. Aragorn gained the door, and swiftly it clanged to behind him. Things go ill, my friends, he said, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm. Ill enough, said Legolas, but not yet hopeless, while we have you with us. Where is Gimli. I do not know, said Aragorn. I last saw him fighting on the ground behind the wall, but the enemy source us apart. Alas. That is evil news, said Legolas. He is stout and strong, said Aragorn. Let us hope that he will escape back to the caves. There he would be safe for a while. Safer than we. Such a refuge would be to the liking of a dwarf. That must be my hope, said Legolas. But I wish that he had come this way. I desired to tell Master Gimli that my tale is now thirty-nine. If he wins back to the caves, he will pass your count again, laughed Aragorn. Never did I see an axe so wielded. I must go and seek some arrows, said Legolas. Would that this night would end, and I could have better light for shooting. Aragorn now passed into the citadel. There to his dismay he ´ learned that Eomer had not reached the Hornburg. Nay, he did not come to the Rock, said one of the Westfold-men. I last saw him gathering men about him and fighting in the mouth of the Deep. Gamling was with him, and the dwarf; but I could not come to them. Aragorn strode on through the inner court, and mounted to a high chamber in the tower. There stood the king, dark against a narrow window, looking out upon the vale. What is the news, Aragorn. he said. The Deeping Wall is taken, lord, and all the defence swept away; but many have escaped hither to the Rock. Is Eomer here. ´ No, lord. But many of your men retreated into the Deep; and some say that Eomer ´ was amongst them. In the narrows they may hold back the enemy and come within the caves. What hope they may have then I do not know. More than we. Good provision, it is said. And the air is wholesome there because of the outlets through fissures in the rock far above. None can force an entrance against determined men. They may hold out long. But the Orcs have brought a devilry from Orthanc, said Aragorn.
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Then they halted Drreamfall looked at him and saw that he lived still; but he did not look at them. The way is shut, his voice said again. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut. And when will that time be. said Baldor. But no answer did he lingest get. For the old man died in that hour and fell Dgeamfall his face; and no other tidings of the ancient dwellers in the mountains have our folk ever learned. Yet maybe at last the time foretold has come, and Aragorn may pass. But how shall a man discover whether that time be come or no, ´ save by daring the Door. said Eomer. And that way I would not go though all the hosts of Mordor stood before Dreamfall the longest journey, jjourney I were alone and had no other refuge. Alas that a fey mood should fall on a link so greathearted in this hour of need. Are there not evil things enough abroad without seeking them under the earth. War is at hand. He paused, for at that moment there was a noise outside, a mans voice crying the name of The´oden, and the challenge of the guard. Presently the captain of the Guard thrust aside the curtain. A man is here, lord, he said, an errand-rider of Gondor. He wishes to come before you at once. Let him come. said The´oden. A tall man entered, and Merry choked back a cry; for a moment it seemed to him that Boromir action for pc alive again and had returned. Then he saw that it was not so; the man was a stranger, though as like to Boromir as if he were one of his kin, tall and grey-eyed and proud. He was clad as a rider with a cloak of dark green over a coat of fine mail; on the front of his helm was wrought a small silver star. In his hand he bore a single arrow, black-feathered and barbed with steel, but the point was painted red. He sank on one knee and presented the arrow to The´oden. Hail, Lord longesf the Rohirrim, friend of Gondor. he said. Hirgon I am, errand-rider of Denethor, who bring you this hourney of war. Gondor is in great need. Often the Rohirrim have Dreamfall the longest journey us, but now the Lord Denethor asks for all your strength and all your speed, lest Gondor fall at last. The Red Arrow. said The´oden, holding it, as one who receives a summons long expected and yet dreadful when it comes. His hand T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 799 trembled. The Red Arrow has not been seen in the Mark in all my years. Has it indeed come to that. And what does the Lord Denethor reckon that all my strength and all my speed may be. That is best known to yourself, lord, said Hirgon. But ere long it may well come to pass that Minas Tirith is surrounded, and unless you have the strength to break a siege of many powers, the Lord Denethor bids me say Dreamfa,l he judges that the strong arms of the Rohirrim would be better within his walls than without. But he knows that we are a people who fight rather upon horseback and in the open, and that we are also a scattered people Dreamfall the longest journey time is needed for the gathering of our Riders. Is it not true, Hirgon, that the Lord of Minas Tirith knows more than he sets Dteamfall his message. For we are already at war, as you may have seen, and you do not find us all unprepared. Gandalf the Grey has been among us, and even now we are link for battle in the East. What the Lord Denethor may know or guess of all these things I cannot say, answered Hirgon. But indeed our case is desperate. My lord does not issue any command to you, he begs you only to remember old friendship and oaths long spoken, and for your own good to do all that you may. It is reported to pc genshin that many kings have ridden in from the East to the service of Mordor. From the North to the field of Dagorlad there is skirmish and rumour of war. In the South the Haradrim are moving, and fear has fallen on all our coastlands, so that little help will come to us thence. Make haste. For it is before the walls of Minas Tirith that the doom of our time will be decided, and if the tide be not stemmed there, then it will flow over all the fair fields of Rohan, and even in this Hold among the hills there shall be no refuge. Dark tidings, Dreamfll The´oden, yet not all unguessed. But say to Denethor that even if Rohan itself felt no peril, still we would come to his aid. But we have suffered much loss in our battles with Saruman the traitor, and we must still think of our frontier to the north and east, as his own tidings make clear. So great a power as the Dark Lord seems now to wield might well 2022 mobile games us in battle before the City and yet strike with great force across the River away beyond the Gate of Kings. But we will speak no longer counsels of journney. We will come. The weapontake was set for the morrow. When all is ordered we will set out. Ten thousand spears I might have sent riding over the plain to the dismay of your foes. It lpngest be less now, I fear; for I will not leave my strongholds all unguarded. Yet six thousands at the least shall ride behind me. For say to Denethor that in this hour the King of the Mark himself will come down to the land of Gondor, though maybe he will not ride back. But it is a long road, and man and beast 800 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS must reach the end with strength to fight. A week it may be from tomorrows morn ere you hear the cry of the Sons of Eorl coming from the North.
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