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And if an Elf of the wood does not know, how shall a Man answer. You have journeyed further than I, said Legolas. I have royal offense nothing of this in my own land, save only songs that tell how the Onodrim, that Men call Ents, dwelt there long ago; for Fangorn is old, old even as the Elves would reckon it. Yes, it is old, said Aragorn, as old as the forest by the Barrowdowns, and it is far greater. Elrond says that the two are akin, the last strongholds of the mighty woods of the Elder Days, in which the Firstborn roamed while Men still slept. Yet Fangorn holds some secret of its own. What it is I do not know. And I do not wish to know, said Gimli. Let nothing that dwells in Fangorn be troubled on my account. They now drew lots for the watches, and the lot for the first watch fell to Gimli. The others lay down. Almost at once sleep laid hold on them. Gimli. said Aragorn drowsily. Remember, it is perilous to cut bough or twig from a living tree in Razer tomahawk. But do not stray far in search of dead wood. Let the fire die rather. Call me at need. With that he fell asleep. Legolas already lay motionless, his fair hands folded upon his breast, his eyes unclosed, blending living night and deep dream, as is the way with Elves. Gimli sat hunched by the fire, running his thumb thoughtfully along the edge of his axe. The tree rustled. There was no other sound. Suddenly Gimli looked up, and there just on the edge of the firelight stood an old bent man, leaning on a staff, and wrapped in a great cloak; his wide-brimmed hat was pulled down over his eyes. Gimli sprang up, too amazed for the moment to cry out, though at once the thought flashed into his mind that Saruman had caught them. Both Aragorn and Legolas, roused by his sudden movement, sat up and stared. The old man did not speak or make a sign. T HE RIDER S O F R O HA N 443 Well, father, what can we do for you. said Aragorn, leaping to his feet. Come and be warm, if you are cold. He strode forward, but the old man was gone. There was no trace of him to be found near at hand, and they did not dare to wander far. The moon had set and the night was very dark. Suddenly Legolas gave a cry. The horses. The horses. The horses were gone. They had dragged their pickets and disappeared. For some time the three companions stood still and silent, troubled by this new stroke of ill fortune. They were under the eaves of Fangorn, and endless leagues lay between learn more here and the Men of Rohan, their only friends in this wide and dangerous land. As they stood, it seemed to them that they heard, far off in the night, the sound of horses whinnying and neighing. Then all was quiet again, except for the cold rustle of the wind. Well, they are gone, said Aragorn at last. We cannot find them or catch them; so that if they do not return of their own will, we must do without. We started on our feet, and we have those still. Feet. said Gimli. But we cannot eat them as well as walk on them. He threw some fuel on the fire and slumped down beside it. Only a few hours ago you were unwilling to sit on a horse of Rohan, laughed Legolas. You will make a rider yet. It seems unlikely that I shall have the chance, said Gimli. If you wish to know what I think, he began again after a while, I think it was Saruman. Who else. Remember the words of Eomer: ´ he walks about like an old man hooded and cloaked. Those were the words. He has gone off with our horses, or scared them away, and here we are. There is more trouble coming to us, mark my words. I mark them, said Aragorn. But I marked also that this old man had a hat not a hood. Still I do not doubt that you guess right, and that we are in peril here, by night or day. Yet in the meantime there is nothing that we can do but rest, while we may. I will watch for a while now, Gimli. I have more need of thought than of sleep. The night passed slowly. Legolas followed Aragorn, and Gimli followed Legolas, and their watches wore away. But nothing happened. The old man did not appear again, and the horses did not return. Chapter 3 THE URUK-HAI Pippin lay in a dark and troubled dream: it seemed that he could hear his own small voice echoing in black tunnels, calling Frodo, Frodo. But instead of Frodo hundreds of hideous orc-faces grinned at him out of the shadows, hundreds of hideous arms grasped at him from every side. Where was Merry. He woke. Cold air blew on his face. He was lying on his back. Evening was coming and the sky above was growing dim. He turned and found that the dream was little worse than the waking. His wrists, legs, and ankles were tied with cords. Beside him Merry lay, white-faced, with a dirty rag bound across his brows. All about them sat or stood a great company of Orcs. Slowly in Pippins aching head memory pieced itself together and became separated from dream-shadows. Of course: he and Merry had run off into the woods. What had come over them. Why had they dashed off like that, taking no notice of old Strider. They had run a long way shouting he could not remember how far or how long; and then suddenly they had crashed right into a group of Orcs: they were standing listening, and they did not appear to see Merry and Pippin until they were almost in their arms. Then they yelled and dozens of other goblins had sprung out of the trees. Merry and he had drawn their swords, but the Orcs did not wish to fight, and had tried only to lay hold of them, even when Merry had cut off several of their arms and hands. Good old Merry. Then Boromir had come leaping through the trees. He had made them fight. He slew many of them and the rest fled. But they had not gone far on the way back when they were attacked again, by a hundred Orcs at least, some of them very large, and they shot a rain of arrows: always at Boromir. Boromir had blown his great horn till the woods rang, and at first the Orcs had been dismayed and had drawn back; but when no answer but the echoes came, they had attacked more fiercely than ever. Pippin did not remember much more. His last memory was of Boromir leaning against a tree, plucking out an arrow; then darkness fell suddenly. I suppose I was knocked on the head, he said to himself. I wonder if poor Merry is much hurt. What has happened to Boromir. Why didnt the Orcs kill us. Where are we, and where are we going. He could not answer the questions. He felt cold and sick. I wish Gandalf had never persuaded Elrond to let us come, he thought. T HE UR U K-HAI 445 What good have I been. Just a nuisance: a passenger, a piece of luggage. And now I have been stolen and I am just a piece of luggage for the Orcs. I hope Strider or someone will come and claim us. But ought I to hope for it. Wont that throw out all the plans. I wish I could get free. He struggled a little, quite uselessly. One of the Orcs sitting near laughed and said something to a companion in their abominable tongue. Rest while you can, little fool. he said then to Pippin, in the Common Speech, which he made almost as hideous as his own language. Rest while you can. Well find a use for your legs before long. Youll wish you had got none before we get home. If I had my way, youd wish you were dead now, said the other. Id make you squeak, you miserable rat. He stooped over Pippin, bringing his yellow fangs close to his face. He had a black knife with a long jagged blade in his hand. Lie quiet, or Ill tickle you with this, he hissed. Dont draw attention to yourself, or I may forget my orders. Curse the Isengarders. Uglu´k u bagronk sha pushdug Saruman-glob bu´bhosh skai: he passed into a long angry speech in his own tongue that slowly died away into muttering and snarling. Terrified Pippin lay still, though the pain at his wrists and ankles was growing, and the stones beneath him were boring into his back. To take his mind off himself he listened intently to all that he could hear. There were many voices round about, and though orc-speech sounded at all times full of hate and anger, it seemed plain that something like a quarrel had begun, and was getting hotter. To Pippins surprise he found that much of the talk was intelligible; many of the Orcs were using ordinary language. Apparently the members of two or three quite different tribes were present, and they could not understand one anothers orc-speech. There was an angry debate concerning what they were to do now: which way they were to take and what should Cars 2 the video game pc mods done with the prisoners. Theres no time to kill them properly, said one. No time for play on this trip. That cant be helped, said another. But why not kill them quick, kill them now. Theyre a cursed nuisance, and were in a hurry. Evenings coming on, and we ought to get a move on. Orders, said a third voice latest apk a deep growl. Kill all but not the Halflings; they are to be brought back alive as quickly as possible. Thats my orders. What are they wanted for. asked several voices. Why alive. Do they give good sport. I heard that one of them has got something, something thats 446 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS wanted for the War, some Elvish plot or other. Anyway theyll both be questioned. Is that all you know. Why dont we search them and find out. We might find something that we could use ourselves. That is a very interesting remark, sneered a voice, softer than the others but more evil. I may have to report that. The prisoners are not to be searched or plundered: those are my orders. And mine too, said the deep voice. Alive and as captured; no spoiling. Thats my orders. Not our orders. said one of the earlier voices. We have come all the way from the Mines to kill, and avenge our folk. I wish to kill, and then go back north. Then you can wish again, said the growling voice. I am Uglu´k. I command. I return to Isengard by the shortest road. Is Saruman the master or the Great Eye. said the evil voice. We should go back at once to Lugbu´rz. If we could cross the Great River, we might, said another voice. But there are not enough of us to venture down to the bridges. I came across, said the evil voice. A winged Nazguˆl awaits us northward on the east-bank. Maybe, maybe. Then youll fly off with our prisoners, and get all the pay and praise in Lugbu´rz, and leave us to foot it as best we can through the Https://warstrategygames.cloud/strategy/ps4-strategy-games.php. No, we must stick together. These lands are dangerous: full of foul rebels and brigands. Aye, we must stick together, growled Uglu´k. I dont trust you little swine. Youve no guts outside your own sties. But for us youd all have run away. We are the fighting Uruk-hai. We slew the great warrior. We took the prisoners. We are the servants of Saruman the Wise, the White Hand: the Hand that gives us mans-flesh to eat. We came out of Isengard, and led you here, and we shall lead you back by the way we choose. I am Uglu´k. I have spoken. You Cars 2 the video game pc mods spoken more than enough, Uglu´k, sneered the evil voice. I wonder how they Cars 2 the video game pc mods like it in Lugbu´rz. They might think that Uglu´ks shoulders needed relieving of a swollen head. They might ask where his strange ideas came from. Did they come from Saruman, perhaps. Who does he think he is, setting up on his own with his filthy white badges. They might agree with me, with Grishna´kh their trusted messenger; and I Grishna´kh say this: Saruman is a fool, and a dirty treacherous fool. But the Great Eye is on him. Swine is it. How do you folk like being called swine by the muckrakers of a dirty little wizard. Its orc-flesh they eat, Ill warrant. Many loud yells in orc-speech answered him, and the ringing clash of weapons being drawn. Cautiously Pippin rolled over, hoping to see what would happen. His guards had gone to join in the fray. In T HE UR U K-HAI 447 the twilight he saw a large black Orc, probably Uglu´k, standing facing Grishna´kh, a short crook-legged creature, very broad and with long arms that hung almost to the ground. Round them were many smaller goblins. Pippin supposed that these were the ones from the North. They had drawn their knives and swords, but hesitated to attack Uglu´k. Uglu´k shouted, and a number of other Orcs of nearly his own size ran up. Then suddenly, without warning, Uglu´k sprang forwards, and with two swift strokes swept the heads off two of his opponents. Grishna´kh stepped aside and vanished into the shadows. The others gave way, and one stepped backwards and fell over Merrys prostrate form with a curse. Yet that probably saved his life, for Uglu´ks followers leaped over him and cut down another with their broad-bladed swords. Of clans base was the yellow-fanged guard. His body fell right on top of Pippin, still clutching its long saw-edged knife. Organic growth up your weapons. shouted Uglu´k. And lets have no more nonsense. We go straight west from here, and down the stair. From there straight to the downs, then along the river to the forest. And we march day and night. That clear. Now, thought Pippin, if only it takes that ugly fellow a little while to get his troop under control, Ive got a chance. A gleam of hope had come to him. The edge of the black knife had snicked his arm, and then slid down to his wrist. He felt the blood trickling on to his hand, but he also felt the cold touch of steel against his skin. The Orcs were getting ready to march again, but some of the Northerners were still unwilling, and the Isengarders slew two more before the rest were cowed. There was much cursing and confusion. For the moment Pippin was unwatched. His legs were securely bound, but his arms were only tied about the wrists, and his hands were in front of him. He could move them both together, though the bonds were cruelly tight. He pushed the dead Orc to one side, then hardly daring to breathe, he drew the knot of the wrist-cord up and down against the blade of the knife. It was sharp and the dead hand held it fast. The cord was cut. Quickly Pippin took it in his fingers and knotted it again into a loose bracelet of two loops and slipped it over his hands. Then he lay very still. Pick up those prisoners. shouted Uglu´k. Dont play any tricks with them. If they are not alive when we get back, someone else will die too. An Orc seized Pippin like a sack, put its head between his tied hands, grabbed his arms and dragged them down, until Pippins face was crushed against its neck; then it jolted off with him. Another 448 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS treated Merry in the same way. The Orcs clawlike hand gripped Pippins arms like iron; the nails bit into him. He shut his eyes and slipped back into evil dreams. Suddenly he was thrown on to the stony floor again. It was early night, but the slim moon was already falling westward. They were on the edge of a cliff that seemed to look out over a sea of pale mist. There was a sound of water falling nearby. The scouts have come back at last, said an Orc close at hand. Well, what did you discover. growled the voice of Uglu´k. Only a single horseman, and he made off westwards. Alls clear now. Now, I daresay. But how long. You fools. You should have shot him. Hell raise the alarm. The cursed horsebreeders will hear of us by morning. Now well have to leg it double quick. A shadow bent over Pippin. It was Uglu´k. Sit up. said the Orc. My lads are tired of lugging you about. We have got to climb down, and you must use your legs. Be helpful now. No crying out, no trying to escape. We have ways of paying for tricks that you wont like, though they wont spoil your usefulness for the Master. He cut the thongs round Pippins legs and ankles, picked him up by his hair and stood him on his feet. Pippin fell down, and Uglu´k dragged him up by his hair again. Several Orcs laughed. Uglu´k thrust a flask between his teeth and poured some burning liquid down his throat: he felt a hot fierce glow flow through him. The pain in his legs and ankles vanished. He could stand. Now for the other. said Uglu´k. Pippin saw him go to Merry, who was lying close by, and kick him. Merry groaned. Seizing him roughly Uglu´k pulled him into a sitting position, and tore the bandage off his head. Then he smeared the wound with some dark stuff out of a small wooden box. Merry cried out and struggled wildly. The Orcs clapped and hooted. Cant take his medicine, they jeered. Doesnt perfect world mobile whats good for him. We shall have some fun later. But at the moment Uglu´k was not engaged in sport. He needed speed and had to humour unwilling followers. He was healing Merry in orc-fashion; and his treatment worked swiftly. When he had forced a drink from his flask down the hobbits throat, cut his leg-bonds, and dragged him to his feet, Merry stood up, looking pale but grim and defiant, and very much alive. The gash in his forehead gave him no more trouble, but he bore a brown scar to the end of his days. Hullo, Pippin. he said. So youve come on this little expedition, too.
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