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If I must go 604 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS there, I wish I could come there quickly and make an end. He shuddered. The wind was chilly and yet heavy with an odour of cold decay. Well, he said, at last withdrawing his eyes, we cannot stay here all night, fix or no fix. We must find a more sheltered spot, and camp once more; and perhaps another day will show us a path. Or another and another and another, Baldurs gate jenkal old Sam. Or maybe no day. Weve come the wrong way. I wonder, said Frodo. Its my doom, I think, to go to that Shadow yonder, so that a way will be found. But will good or evil show it to me. What hope we had was in speed. Delay plays into the Enemys hands and here I am: delayed. Is it the will of the Dark Tower that steers us. All my choices have proved ill. I should have left the Company long before, and come down from the North, east of the River and of the Emyn Muil, and so over the hard of Battle Plain to the passes of Mordor. But now it isnt possible for you and me alone to find a way back, and the Orcs are prowling on the east bank. Every day that passes is a precious day lost. I am tired, Sam. I dont know what is to be done. What food have we got left. Only those, what dyou call em, lembas, Mr. Frodo. A fair supply. But they are better than naught, by a long bite. I never thought, though, when I first set tooth in them, that I should ever come to wish for a change. But I do now: a bit of plain bread, and a mug aye, half a mug of beer would go down proper. Ive lugged my cooking-gear all the way from the last camp, and what use has it been. Naught to make a fire with, for a start; and naught to cook, not even grass. They turned away and went down into a stony hollow. The westering sun was caught into clouds, and night came swiftly. They slept as well as they could for the cold, turn and turn about, in a nook among great jagged pinnacles of weathered rock; at least they were sheltered from the easterly wind. Did you see them again, Mr. Frodo. asked Sam, as they Baldurs gate jenkal old, stiff and chilled, munching wafers of lembas, in the cold grey of early morning. No, said Frodo. Ive heard nothing, and seen nothing, for two nights now. Nor me, said Sam. Grrr. Those eyes did give me a turn. But perhaps weve shaken him off at last, the miserable slinker. Gollum. Ill give here gollum in his throat, if ever I get my hands on his neck. I hope youll never need to, said Frodo. I dont know how he followed us; but it may be that hes lost us again, as you say. In this dry bleak land we cant leave many footprints, nor much scent, even for his snuffling nose. T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 605 I hope thats the way of it, said Sam. I wish we could be rid of him for good. So do I, said Frodo; but hes not my chief trouble. I wish we could get away from these hills. I hate them. I feel all naked on the east side, stuck up here with nothing but the dead flats between me and that Shadow yonder. Theres an Eye in it. Come on. Weve got to get down today somehow. But that day wore on, and when afternoon faded towards evening they were still scrambling along the ridge and had found no way of escape. Sometimes in the silence of that barren country they fancied that they heard faint sounds behind them, a stone falling, or the imagined step of flapping feet on the rock. But Baldurs gate jenkal old they halted and stood still listening, they heard no more, nothing but the wind sighing over the edges of the stones yet even that reminded them of breath softly hissing through sharp teeth. All that day the outer ridge of the Emyn Muil had been bending gradually northward, as they struggled on. Along its brink there now stretched a wide tumbled flat of scored and weathered rock, cut every now and again by trench-like gullies that sloped steeply down to deep notches in the cliff-face. To find a path in these clefts, which were becoming deeper and more frequent, Frodo and Sam were driven to their left, well away from the edge, and they did not notice that for several miles they had been going slowly but steadily downhill: the cliff-top was sinking towards the level of the lowlands. At last they were brought to a halt. The ridge took a sharper bend northward and was gashed by a deeper ravine. On the further side it reared up again, many fathoms at a single leap: a great grey cliff loomed before them, cut sheer down as if by a knife stroke. They could go no further forwards, and must turn now either west or east. But west would lead them only into more labour and delay, back towards the heart of the hills; east would take them to the outer precipice. Theres nothing for it but to scramble down this gully, Sam, said Frodo. Lets see what it leads to. A nasty drop, Ill bet, said Sam. The cleft was longer and deeper than it seemed. Some way down they found a few gnarled and stunted trees, the first they had seen for days: twisted birch for the most part, with here and there a fir-tree. Many were dead and gaunt, bitten to the long bear baldurs gate scene by the eastern winds. Once in milder days there must have been a fair thicket in the ravine, but now, after some fifty yards, the trees came to an end, though old broken stumps straggled on almost to the cliffs brink. The bottom 606 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS of the gully, which lay along the edge of a rock-fault, was rough with broken stone and slanted steeply down. When they came at last to the end of it, Frodo stooped and leaned out. Look. he said. We must have come down a long way, or else the cliff has sunk. Its much lower here than it was, and it looks easier too. Sam knelt beside him and peered reluctantly over the edge. Then he glanced up at the great cliff rising up, away on their left. Easier. he grunted. Well, I suppose its always easier getting down than up. Those as cant fly can jump. It would be a big jump still, said Frodo. About, well he stood for a moment measuring it with his eyes about eighteen fathoms, I should guess. Not more. And thats enough. said Sam. Ugh. How I do hate looking down from a height. But lookings better than climbing. All the same, said Frodo, I think we could climb here; and I think we shall have to try. See the rock is quite different from what it was a few miles back. It has slipped and cracked. The outer fall was indeed no longer sheer, but sloped outwards a little. It looked like a great rampart or sea-wall whose foundations had shifted, so that its courses were all twisted and disordered, leaving great link and long slanting edges that were in places almost as wide as stairs. And if were going to try and get down, we had better try at once. Its getting dark early. I think theres a storm coming. The smoky blur of the mountains in the East was lost in a deeper blackness that was already reaching out westwards with long arms. There was a distant mutter of thunder borne on the rising baldurs gate korax the ghoul game. Frodo sniffed the air and looked up doubtfully at the sky. He strapped his belt outside his cloak and tightened it, and settled his light pack on his back; then he stepped towards the edge. Im going to try it, he said. Very good. said Sam gloomily. But Im going first. You. said Frodo. Whats made you change your mind about climbing. I pubg quick marker use changed my mind. But its only sense: put the one lowest as is most likely to slip. I dont want to come down atop of you and knock you off no sense in killing two with one fall. Before Frodo could stop him, he sat down, swung his legs over the brink, and twisted round, scrabbling with his toes for a foothold. It is doubtful if he ever did anything braver in cold blood, or more unwise. No, no. Sam, you old ass. said Frodo. Youll kill yourself for certain, going over like that without even a look to see what to make T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 607 for. Come back. He took Sam under the armpits and hauled him up again. Now, wait a bit and be patient. he said. Then he lay on the ground, leaning out and looking down; but the light seemed to be fading quickly, although the sun had not yet set. I think we could manage this, he said presently. I could at any rate; and you could too, if you kept your head and followed me carefully. I dont know how you can be so sure, said Sam. Why. You cant see to the bottom in this light. What if you comes to a place where theres nowhere to put your feet or your hands. Climb back, I suppose, said Frodo. Easy said, objected Sam. Better wait till morning and more light. Not if I can help it, said Frodo with a sudden strange vehemence. I grudge every hour, every minute. Im going down to try it out. Dont you follow till I come back or call. Gripping the stony lip of the fall with his fingers he let himself gently down, until when his arms were almost at full stretch, his toes found a ledge. One step down. he said. And this ledge broadens out to the right. I could stand there without a hold. Ill-- his words were cut short. The hurrying darkness, now gathering great speed, rushed up from the East and swallowed the sky. There was a dry splitting crack of thunder right overhead. Searing lightning smote down into the hills. Then came a blast of savage wind, and with it, mingling with its roar, there came a high shrill shriek. The hobbits had heard just such a cry far away in the Marish as they fled from Hobbiton, and even there in the woods of the Shire it had frozen their blood. Out here in the waste its terror was far greater: it pierced them with cold blades of horror and despair, stopping heart and breath. Sam fell flat Baldurs gate jenkal old his face. Involuntarily Frodo loosed his hold and put his hands over his head and ears. He swayed, slipped, and slithered downwards with a wailing cry. Sam heard him and crawled with an effort to the edge. Master, this web page. he called. Master. He heard no answer. He found he was shaking all over, but he gathered his breath, and once again he shouted: Master. The wind seemed to blow his voice back into his throat, but as it passed, roaring up the gully and away over the hills, a faint answering cry came to his ears: All right, all right. Im here. But I cant see. Frodo was calling with a weak voice. He was not actually very far away. He had slid and not fallen, and had come up with a jolt to his feet on a wider ledge not many yards lower down. Fortunately the rock-face at this point leaned well back and the wind had pressed 608 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS him against the cliff, so that he had not toppled over. He steadied himself a little, laying his face against the cold stone, feeling his heart pounding. But either the darkness had grown complete, or else his eyes had lost their sight. All was black about him. He wondered if he had been struck blind. He took a deep breath. Come back. Come back. he heard Sams voice out of the blackness above. I cant, he said. I cant see. I cant find any hold. I cant move yet. What can I do, Mr. Frodo. What can I do. shouted Sam, leaning out dangerously far. Why could not his master see. It was dim, certainly, but not as dark as all that. He could see Frodo below him, a grey forlorn figure splayed against the cliff. But he was far out of the reach of any helping hand. There was another crack of thunder; and then the rain came. In a blinding sheet, mingled with hail, it drove against the cliff, bitter cold. Im coming down to you, shouted Sam, though how he hoped to help in that way he could not have said. No, no. wait. Frodo called back, more strongly now. I shall be better soon. I feel better already. Wait. You cant do anything without a rope. Rope. cried Sam, talking wildly to himself in his excitement and relief. Well, if I dont deserve to be hung on the end of one as a warning to numbskulls. Youre nowt but a ninnyhammer, Sam Gamgee: thats what the Gaffer said to me often enough, it being a word of his. Rope. Stop chattering. cried Frodo, now recovered enough to feel both amused and annoyed. Never mind your gaffer. Are you trying to tell yourself youve got some rope in your pocket. If so, out with it. Yes, Mr. Frodo, in my pack and all. Carried it hundreds of miles, and Id clean forgotten it. Then get busy and let an end down. Quickly Sam unslung his pack and rummaged in it. There indeed at the bottom was a coil of the silken-grey rope made by the folk of Lo´rien. He cast an end to his master. The darkness seemed to lift from Frodos eyes, or else his sight was returning. He could see the grey line as it came dangling down, and he thought it had a faint silver sheen.
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