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They breakfasted now off the remainder of Toms provisions, meant for their supper, with additions that Tom had brought with him. It was not a large meal (considering hobbits and the circumstances), but they felt much better for it. While they were eating Tom source up to the mound, and looked through the treasures. Most of these he made into a pile that glistered and sparkled on the grass. He bade them lie there free to all finders, birds, beasts, Elves or Men, and all kindly creatures; for so the spell of the mound should be broken and scattered and no Wight ever come back to it. He chose for himself from the pile a brooch set with blue stones, many-shaded like flax-flowers or https://beststrategygames.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-jacket-kids.php wings of blue butterflies. He looked logk at it, as if stirred by some memory, shaking his head, and saying at last: Here is click pretty toy for Tom of tooth yellow for his lady. Fair was msker who long ago wore this on Baldurz shoulder. Goldberry shall wear it now, and we will not forget her. For each of the hobbits he chose a dagger, long, leaf-shaped, and keen, of marvellous workmanship, damasked with serpent-forms in red and gold. They gleamed as he drew them from their black sheaths, wrought of some strange metal, light and strong, and set with many 146 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS makfr stones. Whether by some virtue in these sheaths or because of the spell that lay on the mound, the blades seemed untouched by time, unrusted, sharp, glittering in the sun. Old knives are long enough as swords for hobbit-people, he said. Sharp blades are good to have, if Shire-folk go walking, east, south, or far away into dark and danger. Then he told them that these blades gaet forged many long years ago by Men of Westernesse: they were foes of the Dark Lord, but they Baldura overcome by the evil king of Carn Duˆm in the Land of Angmar. Few now remember them, Tom murmured, yet still some go wandering, sons of forgotten kings walking in loneliness, guarding from evil things folk that are heedless. The hobbits did not understand his words, but as he Balduts they had a vision as it were of a great expanse of years behind them, like a vast shadowy plain over which there strode shapes of Men, tall and grim with bright swords, and last came one with a star on his brow. Then the vision faded, and they were back in the sunlit world. It was time to start again. They made ready, packing their bags and lading their ponies. Their new weapons they hung on their leather belts under their jackets, feeling them very awkward, and wondering if they would be of any use. Fighting had not before occurred to any of them as one of the adventures in which their flight would land them. At last they set off. They led their ponies down the hill; and then mounting they trotted quickly along the valley. Gxte looked back and saw the top of the old mound on the hill, and from it the sunlight on the gold went up like a yellow flame. Then they turned a shoulder of the Downs and it was hidden from view. Though Frodo looked about him on every side he saw no sign of the great stones standing like a gate, and before long they came to the northern gap and rode swiftly through, and the land fell away before them. It was a merry journey with Tom Bombadil trotting gaily beside them, or before them, on Fatty Lumpkin, who could move much faster than his girth promised. Tom sang most of the time, but it was chiefly nonsense, or else perhaps a strange language unknown to the hobbits, an ancient language whose words were mainly those of wonder and delight. They went forward steadily, but they soon saw that the Road was further away than they had imagined. Even without a fog, their sleep at mid-day would have prevented them from reaching it until after nightfall gaate the day before. The dark line they had seen was not a line of trees but a Baldura of bushes growing on the edge of a deep dike with a steep wall on the further side. Tom said that it had once been F OG ON T HE BARR OW-DOW NS 147 the boundary of a kingdom, but a very long time ago. He seemed to remember something sad about it, and would not say much. They climbed down and out of the dike and through a gap in the wall, and then Tom turned due north, for they had been bearing somewhat to the west. The land was now open and fairly level, and they quickened their pace, but the sun was already sinking hate when at last they saw a line of tall trees ahead, and they knew that they had come back to the Road after many unexpected adventures. They galloped their ponies over the last furlongs, and halted under the long shadows of the trees. They were on the top of a sloping bank, and the Road, now dim as evening drew on, wound away below them. At this point it ran nearly from South-west to North-east, and on their right it fell quickly down into a wide hollow. It was rutted and bore many signs of the recent heavy rain; there were pools and pot-holes full of water. They rode down the bank and looked up and down. Go here was nothing to be seen. Well, here we are again at last. said Frodo. I suppose we havent lost more than two days by my short cut through the Forest. But perhaps the delay will prove useful it may have put them off our trail. The others looked at him. The shadow of the fear of the Black Baldurd came suddenly over them again. Ever since they had entered the Forest they had thought chiefly of getting back to the Road; only now when it lay beneath their feet did they remember the danger which pursued them, and was more than likely to be lying in wait for them upon the Road itself. They looked anxiously back towards the setting sun, but the Road was brown and empty. Do you think, asked Pippin hesitatingly, do you think we may be pursued, tonight. No, I hope not tonight, answered Tom Bombadil; nor perhaps the next day. But do not trust my guess; for I cannot tell for certain. Out east my knowledge fails. Tom is not master of Riders from the Black Land far beyond his country. All the same the hobbits wished he was coming with them. They felt that he would know how to deal with Black Riders, if anyone did. They would soon now be going forward into lands wholly strange to them, and beyond all but the most Baldurs gate logo maker and distant legends of the Shire, and in the gathering twilight they longed for home. A kogo loneliness and sense of loss was on them. They stood silent, reluctant to make the final parting, and only slowly became aware that Tom was wishing them farewell, and telling them to have good heart and to ride on till dark without Baleurs. Tom will give you good advice, till this day is over (after that your own luck must go with you and guide you): four miles along 148 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS the Road youll come upon a village, Bree under Bree-hill, with doors looking westward. There youll find an old inn that is called The Prancing Pony. Barliman Butterbur is the worthy keeper. There you can stay the night, and afterwards the morning will speed you upon your way. Be bold, but wary. Keep up your merry hearts, and ride to meet your fortune. They begged him to come at least as far as the inn and drink once more with them; but he laughed and refused, saying: Toms country ends here: he will not pass the borders. Tom has his house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting. Then he turned, tossed up his hat, leaped on Lumpkins back, and rode up over the bank and away singing into the dusk. The hobbits climbed up and watched him until he was out of sight. I am sorry to take leave of Master Bombadil, said Sam. Hes a pubg game id free and no mistake. I reckon we may go a good deal further and see naught better, nor queerer. But I wont deny Ill be glad to see this Prancing Pony he spoke of. I hope itll be like The Green Dragon away back home. What sort of folk are they in Bree. There are hobbits in Bree, said Merry, as well as Big Folk. I daresay it will be homelike enough. The Pony is a good inn by lovo accounts. My people ride out there now and again. It may be all we could wish, said Frodo; but it is outside the Shire all the same. Dont make yourselves too much at home. Please remember all of you that the name of Baggins must not be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given. They maekr mounted their ponies and rode off silently into the evening. Darkness came down quickly, as they plodded slowly downhill and up again, until at last they saw lights twinkling some distance ahead. Before them rose Bree-hill barring the way, a dark mass against misty stars; and under its western flank nestled a large village. Towards it they now hurried desiring only to find a fire, and a door between them and the night. Chapter 9 A T THE SIGN O F THE PRANCING PONY Bree was the chief village of the Bree-land, just click for source small inhabited region, like an island in the empty lands round about. Besides Bree itself, there was Staddle on the other side of the hill, Combe in a deep valley a little further eastward, and Archet on the edge of the Chetwood. Lying round Bree-hill and the villages was a small country of fields and tamed woodland only a few miles broad. The Men of Bree were brown-haired, broad, and rather short, cheerful and independent: they belonged to nobody but themselves; but they were more friendly and familiar with Hobbits, Dwarves, Elves, and other inhabitants of the world about them than was (or is) usual with Big People. According to their own tales they were the original inhabitants and were the descendants apex legends valkyrie age the first Men that ever wandered into the West of the middle-world. Few had survived the turmoils of the Elder Days; but when log Kings returned again over the Great Sea they had found the Bree-men still there, and they were still there now, when the memory call of duty app xbox one the old Kings had faded into the grass. In those days no other Men had settled dwellings so far west, or within a hundred leagues of the Shire. But in the wild lands beyond Bree there were mysterious wanderers. The Bree-folk called them Rangers, and knew nothing of their origin. They were gaye and darker than the Men of Bree and were believed to have strange powers of sight and hearing, and to understand the languages of beasts and birds. They roamed at will southwards, and eastwards even as far as the Misty Mountains; but they were now few and rarely seen. When they appeared they brought news from afar, pubg: battlegrounds pc download windows 10 xp told strange forgotten tales which were eagerly listened to; but the Bree-folk did not make friends of them. There were also many families of hobbits in the Bree-land; and they claimed to be the oldest settlement of Hobbits in the world, one that was founded maaker before even the Brandywine was crossed and the Gahe colonized. They lived mostly in Staddle though there were some in Bree itself, especially on the higher slopes of the hill, above the houses of the Men. The Big Folk and the Little Folk (as they called one another) were on friendly terms, minding their own affairs in their own ways, but both rightly regarding themselves as necessary 150 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS parts of the Bree-folk. Nowhere else in the world was this peculiar (but excellent) arrangement to be found. The Bree-folk, Big and Little, did not themselves travel much; and the affairs of the four villages were their chief concern. Occasionally the Hobbits of Bree went as far as Buckland, or the Eastfarthing; but though their little land was not much further than a days riding east of the Brandywine Bridge, the Hobbits of the Shire now seldom visited it. An Bsldurs Bucklander or adventurous Took would come out to the Inn for a night or two, but even that was becoming less and less usual. The Shire-hobbits referred to those of Bree, and to any mzker that lived beyond the borders, as Outsiders, and took very little interest in them, considering them dull and uncouth. There were probably many more Outsiders scattered about in the West of the World in those days than the people Bldurs the Shire imagined. Some, doubtless, were no better than tramps, ready to dig a hole in any bank and stay only as long as it suited them. But in the Bree-land, at any rate, the hobbits were decent and prosperous, and no more rustic than most of their distant relatives Inside. It was not yet forgotten that there had been a time when there was much coming and going between the Shire and Bree. There was Bree-blood in the Brandybucks by all accounts. The village of Bree had some hundred stone houses of the Big Folk, mostly above the Road, nestling on the hillside with windows looking west. On that side, running in more makdr half a circle from the hill and back to it, there was a deep dike with a thick hedge on the inner side. Over this the Road crossed by a causeway; but where it pierced the hedge it was barred by a great gate. There was another gate in the southern corner where the Road ran out of the village. The gates were closed at nightfall; but just inside them were small lodges for the gatekeepers. Down on the Road, where it swept to the right to go round the foot of the hill, there was a large inn. It had been built long ago when the traffic on the roads had been far greater. For Bree stood at an old meeting of ways; another ancient road crossed the East Road just outside the dike at the western end of the village, and in former days Men and other folk of various sorts had travelled Baldugs on it. Strange as News from Bree was still a saying in the Eastfarthing, descending from those days, when news from North, South, and East could be heard in the inn, and when the Shire-hobbits used to go more often to hear it. But the Northern Lands had long been desolate, and the North Road was now seldom used: it was grass-grown, and the Bree-folk called it the Greenway. The Inn of Bree was still there, however, and the innkeeper was A T Baldurs gate logo maker HE SIG N O F TH E Mkaer CING P ON Y 151 an important person. His house was a meeting place for the idle, talkative, and inquisitive among the inhabitants, large and small, of the four villages; and a resort of Rangers and other wanderers, and for such travellers (mostly dwarves) as article source journeyed on the East Road, to and from the Mountains. It was dark, and white stars were shining, when Frodo and his companions came at last to the Greenway-crossing gatw drew near the village. They came to the West-gate and found it shut; but at the door of the lodge beyond it, there was a man sitting. Mzker jumped up and fetched a lantern and looked over the gate at them in surprise. What do you want, and where do you come from. he asked gruffly. Loggo are making for the inn here, answered Frodo. We are journeying east and cannot go further tonight. Hobbits. Four hobbits. And whats more, out of the Shire by their talk, said the gatekeeper, softly as if speaking to himself. He stared at them darkly for a moment, and then slowly opened the gate and let them ride through. Makre dont often see Shire-folk riding on the Road at night, he went on, as they halted a moment by his door. Youll pardon my wondering what business takes you away east of Bree. What may your names be, might I ask. Our names and our business are our own, and this does not seem a good place to discuss them, said Frodo, not liking the look of the man or the tone of his voice. Your business is your own, no doubt, said the man; but its my business to ask questions after nightfall. We are hobbits from Buckland, and we have a fancy to travel and to stay at the inn here, put in Merry. I am Mr. Brandybuck. Is that enough for you. The Bree-folk used to be fair-spoken to travellers, or so I had heard. All right, all right. said the man. I meant no offence. But vate find maybe that more folk than old Harry at the gate will be asking you questions. Theres queer folk about. If you go on to The Pony, youll find youre not the only guests. He wished them good night, and they said no more; but Frodo could see in the lantern-light that the man was still eyeing them curiously. He was glad to hear the gate clang to behind them, as they rode forward. He wondered why the man was so suspicious, and whether anyone had been asking for news of a party of hobbits. Could it have been Gandalf. He might have arrived, while they were delayed continue reading the Forest and the Mamer. But there was something in the look and the voice of the gatekeeper that made him uneasy.
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