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I had a funny dream an hour or two before we stopped, Mr. Frodo, he said. Or maybe it wasnt a dream. Funny it was anyway. Well, what was it. said Frodo, knowing that Sam would not settle down until he had told his tale, whatever it was. I havent seen or thought of anything to make me smile since we left Lothlo´rien. It wasnt funny that way, Mr. Frodo. It was queer. All wrong, if it wasnt a dream. And you had best hear it. It was like this: I saw a log with eyes. The logs all right, said Frodo. There are many in the River. But leave out the eyes. That I wont, said Sam. Twas the eyes as made me sit up, so to speak. I saw what I took to be a log floating along in the half-light behind Gimlis boat; but I didnt give much heed to it. Then it seemed as if the log was slowly catching us up. And that was peculiar, as you might say, seeing as we were all floating on the click here together. Just then I saw the eyes: two pale sort of points, shiny-like, on a hump at the near end of the log. Whats more, it wasnt a log, for it had paddle-feet, like a swans almost, only they seemed bigger, and kept dipping in and out of the water. Thats when I sat right up and rubbed my eyes, meaning to give T HE GREAT RI V ER 383 a shout, if it was still there when I had rubbed the drowse out of my head. For the whatever-it-was was coming along fast now and getting close behind Gimli. But whether those two lamps spotted me moving and staring, or whether I came to my senses, I dont know. When I looked again, it wasnt there. Yet I think I caught a glimpse, with the tail of my eye, as the saying is, of something dark shooting under the shadow of the bank. I couldnt see no more eyes, though. I said to myself: dreaming again, Sam Gamgee, I said; and I said no more just then. But Ive been Baldurs gate yeslick zoo since, and now Im not so sure. What do you make of it, Mr. Frodo. I should make nothing of it but a log and the dusk and sleep in your eyes, Sam, said Frodo, if this was the first time that those eyes had been seen. But it isnt. I saw them away back north before we reached Lo´rien. And I saw a strange creature with eyes climbing to the flet that night. Haldir saw it too. And do you remember the report of the Elves that went after the orc-band. Ah, said Sam, I do; and I remember more too. I dont like my thoughts; but thinking of one thing and another, and Mr. Bilbos stories and all, I fancy I could put a name on the creature, at a guess. A nasty name. Gollum, maybe. Yes, that is what I have feared for some time, said Frodo. Ever since the night on the flet. I suppose he was lurking in Moria, and picked up our trail then; but I hoped that our stay in Lo´rien would throw him off the scent again. The miserable creature must have been hiding in the woods by the Silverlode, watching us start off. Thats about it, said Sam. And wed better be a bit more watchful ourselves, or well feel some nasty fingers round our necks one of these nights, if we ever wake up to feel anything. And thats what I was leading up to. No need to trouble Strider or the others tonight. Ill keep watch. I can sleep tomorrow, being no more than luggage in a boat, as you might say. I might, said Frodo, and I might say luggage with eyes. You shall watch; but only click at this page you promise to wake me half-way towards morning, if nothing happens before then. In the dead hours Frodo came out of a deep dark sleep to find Sam shaking him. Its a shame to wake you, whispered Sam, but thats what you said. Theres nothing to tell, or not much. I thought I heard some soft plashing and a sniffing noise, a while back; but more info hear a lot of such queer sounds by a river at night. He lay down, and Frodo sat up, huddled in his blankets, and fought off his sleep. Minutes or hours passed slowly, and nothing happened. Frodo was just yielding to the temptation to lie down again when a dark shape, hardly visible, floated close to one of the 384 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS moored boats. A long whitish hand could be dimly seen as it shot out and grabbed the gunwale; two pale lamplike eyes shone coldly as they peered inside, and then they lifted and gazed up at Frodo on the eyot. They were not more than a yard or two away, and Frodo heard the soft hiss of intaken breath. He stood up, drawing Sting from its sheath, and faced the eyes. Immediately their light was shut off. There was another hiss and a splash, and the dark log-shape shot away downstream into the night. Aragorn stirred in his sleep, turned over, and sat up. What is it. he whispered, springing up and coming to Frodo. I felt something in my sleep. Why have you drawn your sword. Know, rust game background changer rather, answered Frodo. Or at least, so I guess. said Aragorn. So you know about our little footpad, do you. He padded after us all through Moria and right down to Nimrodel. Since we took to boats, he has been lying on a log and paddling with hands and feet. I have tried to catch him once or twice at night; but he is slier than a fox, and as slippery as a fish. I hoped the river-voyage would beat him, but he is too clever a waterman. We shall have to try going faster tomorrow. You lie down now, and I will keep watch for what is left of the night. I wish I could lay my hands on the wretch. We might make him useful. But if I cannot, we shall have to try and lose him. He is very dangerous. Quite apart from murder by night on his own account, he may put any enemy that is about on our track. The night passed without Gollum showing so much as a shadow again. After that the Company kept a sharp look-out, but they saw no more of Gollum while the voyage lasted. If he was still following, he was very wary and cunning. At Aragorns bidding they paddled now for long spells, and the banks went swiftly by. But they saw little of the country, for they journeyed mostly by night and twilight, resting by day, and lying as hidden as the land allowed. In this way the time passed without event until the seventh day. The weather was still grey and overcast, with wind from the East, but as evening drew into night the sky away westward cleared, and pools of faint light, yellow and pale green, opened under the grey shores of cloud. There the white rind of the new Moon could be seen glimmering in the remote lakes. Sam looked at it and puckered his brows. The next day the country on either side began to change rapidly. The banks began to rise and grow stony. Soon they were passing through a hilly rocky land, and on both shores there were steep slopes buried in deep brakes of thorn and sloe, tangled with brambles and creepers. Behind them stood low crumbling cliffs, and chimneys of T HE GREAT RI V ER 385 grey weathered stone dark with ivy; and beyond these again there rose high ridges crowned with wind-writhen firs. They were drawing near to the grey hill-country of the Emyn Muil, the southern march of Wilderland. There were many birds about the cliffs and the rock-chimneys, and all day high in the air flocks of birds had been circling, black against the pale sky. As they lay in their camp that day Aragorn watched the flights doubtfully, wondering if Gollum had been doing some mischief and the news of their voyage was now moving in the wilderness. Later as the sun was setting, and the Company was stirring and getting ready to start again, he descried a dark spot against the fading light: a great bird high and far off, now wheeling, now flying on slowly southwards. What is that, Legolas. he asked, pointing to the northern sky. Is it, as I think, an eagle. Yes, said Legolas. It is an eagle, a hunting eagle. I wonder what that forebodes. It is far from the mountains. We will not start until it is fully dark, said Aragorn. The eighth night of their journey came. It was silent and windless; the grey east wind had passed away. The thin crescent of the Moon had fallen early into the pale sunset, but the sky was clear above, and though far away in the South there were great ranges of cloud that still shone faintly, in the West stars glinted bright. Come. said Aragorn. We will venture one more journey by night. We are coming to reaches of the River that I do not know well; for I have never journeyed by water in these parts before, not between here and the rapids of Sarn Gebir. But if I am right in my reckoning, those are still many miles ahead. Still there are dangerous places even before we come there: rocks and stony eyots in the stream. We must keep a sharp watch and not try to paddle swiftly. To Sam in the leading boat was given the task of watchman. He lay forward peering into the gloom. The night grew dark, but the stars above were strangely bright, and there was a glimmer on the face of the River. It was close on midnight, and gameloop yang kita pubg had been drifting for some while, hardly using the paddles, when suddenly Sam cried out. Only a few yards ahead dark shapes loomed up in the stream and he heard the swirl of racing water. There was a swift current which swung left, towards the eastern shore where the channel was clear. As they were swept aside the travellers could see, now very close, the pale foam of the River lashing against sharp rocks that were thrust out far into the stream like a ridge of teeth. The boats were all huddled together. Hoy there, Aragorn. shouted Boromir, as his boat bumped into 386 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS the leader. This is madness. We cannot dare the Rapids by night. But no boat can live in Sarn Gebir, be it night or day. Back, back. cried Aragorn. Turn. Turn if you can. He drove his paddle into the water, trying to hold the boat and bring it round. I am out of my reckoning, he said to Frodo. I did not know that we had come so Baldurs gate yeslick zoo Anduin flows faster than I thought. Sarn Gebir must be close at hand already. With great efforts they checked the boats and slowly brought them about; but at first they could make call of duty offline game for pc xbox one small headway against the current, and all the time they were carried nearer and nearer to the eastern bank. Now dark and ominous it loomed up in the night. All together, paddle. shouted Boromir. Paddle. Or we shall be driven on the shoals. Even as he spoke Frodo felt the keel beneath him grate upon stone. At that moment there was a twang of bowstrings: several arrows whistled over them, and some fell among them. One smote Frodo between the shoulders and he lurched forward with a cry, letting go his paddle: but the arrow fell back, foiled by his hidden coat of mail. Another passed through Aragorns hood; and a third stood fast in the gunwale of the second boat, close by Merrys hand. Sam thought he could glimpse black figures running to and fro upon the long shingle-banks that lay under the eastern shore. They seemed very near. Yrch. said Legolas, falling into his own tongue. Orcs. cried Gimli. Gollums doing, Ill be bound, said Sam to Frodo. And a nice place to choose, too. The River seems set read article taking us right into their arms. They all leaned forward straining at the paddles: even Sam took a hand. Every moment they expected to feel the bite of black-feathered arrows. Many whined overhead or struck the water nearby; but there were no more hits. It was dark, but not too dark for the night-eyes of Orcs, and in the star-glimmer they must have offered their cunning foes some mark, unless it was that the grey cloaks of Lo´rien and the grey timber of the elf-wrought boats defeated the malice of the archers of Mordor. Stroke by stroke they laboured on. In the darkness it was hard to be sure that they were indeed moving at all; but slowly the swirl of the water grew less, and the shadow of the eastern bank faded back into the night. At last, as far as they could judge, they had reached the middle of the stream again and had driven their boats back some distance above the jutting rocks. Then half turning they thrust them with all their strength towards the western shore. Under the T HE GREAT RI V ER 387 shadow of bushes leaning out over the water they halted and drew breath. Legolas laid down his paddle and took up the bow that he had brought from Lo´rien. Then he sprang ashore and climbed a few paces up the bank. Stringing the bow and fitting an arrow he turned, peering back over the River into the darkness. Across the water there were shrill cries, but nothing could be seen. Frodo looked up at the Elf standing tall above him, as he gazed into the night, seeking a mark to shoot at. His head was dark, crowned with sharp white stars that glittered in the black pools of the sky behind. But now rising and sailing up from the South the great clouds advanced, sending out dark outriders into the starry fields. A sudden dread fell on the Company. Elbereth Gilthoniel. sighed Legolas as he looked up. Even as he did so, a dark shape, like a cloud and yet not a cloud, for it moved far more swiftly, came out of the blackness in the South, and sped towards the Company, blotting out all light as it approached. Soon it appeared as a great winged creature, blacker than the pits in the night. Fierce voices rose up to greet it from across the water. Frodo felt a sudden chill running through him and clutching at his heart; there was a deadly cold, like the memory of an old wound, in his shoulder. He crouched down, as if to hide. Suddenly the great bow of Lo´rien sang. Shrill went the arrow from the elven-string. Frodo looked up. Almost above him the winged shape swerved. There was a harsh croaking scream, as it fell out of the air, vanishing down into the gloom of the eastern shore. The sky was clean again. There was a tumult of many voices far away, cursing and wailing in the darkness, and then silence. Neither shaft nor cry came again from the east that night. After a while Aragorn led the boats back upstream. They felt their way along the waters edge for some distance, until they found a small shallow bay. A few low trees grew there close to the water, and behind them rose a steep rocky bank. Here the Company decided to stay and await the dawn: it was useless to attempt to move further by night. They made no camp and lit no fire, but lay huddled in the boats, moored close together. Praised be the bow of Galadriel, and the hand and eye of Legolas. said Gimli, as he munched a wafer of lembas. That was a mighty shot in the dark, my friend. But who can say what it hit. said Legolas. I cannot, said Gimli. But I am glad that the shadow came no nearer. I liked it not at all. Too much it reminded me of the shadow in Moria the shadow of the Balrog, he ended in a whisper. 388 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It was not a Balrog, said Frodo, still shivering with the chill that had come upon him. It was something colder. I think it was-- Then he paused and fell silent. What do you think. asked Boromir eagerly, leaning from his boat, as if he was trying to catch a glimpse of Frodos face. I think-No, I will not say, answered Frodo. Whatever it was, its fall has dismayed our enemies. So it seems, said Aragorn. Yet where they are, and how many, and what they will do next, we do not know. This night we must all be sleepless. Dark hides us now. But what the day will show who can tell. Have your weapons close to hand. Sam sat tapping the hilt of his sword as if he were counting on his fingers, and looking up at the sky.
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