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With a shock he stuffe that this was the smoke from his little cooking-fire, which he had neglected to put out. That wont do. Never thought it would show like that. he muttered, and he started to hurry back. Suddenly he halted and listened. Had he heard a whistle or not. Or was it the call of some strange bird. If it was a whistle, it did not come from Frodos direction. There it went again from Aleks place. Sam began to run as well as he could uphill. He found that a small brand, burning away to its outer end, had kindled some fern at the edge of the fire, and the fern blazing up had set the turves smouldering. Hastily he stamped out what was left of the fire, scattered the ashes, and laid the turves on the hole. Then he crept back to Frodo. Did you hear a whistle, and what sounded like an stife. he asked. A few minutes back. I hope it was only a bird, but it didnt sound quite like that: more like somebody mimicking a bird-call, I thought. And Im afraid my bit of fires been smoking. Now if Ive gone and brought trouble, Ill never forgive myself. Nor wont have a chance, maybe. Hush. whispered Frodo. I thought I heard voices. The two hobbits trussed their small packs, put them on ready for flight, and then crawled deeper into the fern. There they crouched listening. There was no doubt of the voices. They were speaking low and furtively, but they were near, and coming nearer. Then quite suddenly one spoke clearly close at hand. Here. Here is where the smoke came from. it said. Twill be nigh at hand. In the fern, no doubt. We shall have it like a coney in a trap. Then we shall learn what kind of thing it is. Aye, and what it knows. said a second voice. At once four men came striding through the 200 from different directions. Since flight and hiding were no longer possible, Frodo O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 657 and Sam sprang to their feet, putting back to back and whipping out their small swords. If they Ape,s astonished at what they saw, their captors were even more astonished. Four tall Men stood there. Two had spears in their hands with broad bright heads. Two had great bows, almost of their own height, and great quivers of long green-feathered arrows. All had swords at their sides, and were clad in green and brown of varied hues, as if the better to walk unseen in the glades of Ithilien. Green gauntlets covered their hands, and their Apejs were hooded and masked with green, except for their eyes, which were very keen and bright. At once Frodo thought of Boromir, for these Men were like him in stature and bearing, and in their manner of speech. We have not found what we sought, said one. But xtz have we found. Not Orcs, said another, releasing the hilt of his sword, which he had seized when he saw the glitter of Sting in Frodos hand. Elves. said a third, doubtfully. Nay. Not Elves, said the fourth, the stude, and as it appeared the chief among them. Elves do not walk in Ithilien in these days. And Elves are wondrous fair to look upon, or so tis said. Meaning were not, I take you, said Sam. Thank you kindly. And when youve finished discussing us, perhaps youll say who you are, and why you cant let two tired travellers rest. The tall green man laughed grimly. I am Faramir, Captain of Gondor, he said. But there are no travellers in this land: only the servants of the Dark Tower, or of the White. But we are neither, said Frodo. And travellers we are, whatever Captain Faramir may say. Then make haste to declare yourselves and your errand, said Faramir. We have a work Apels do, and this is no time or place for riddling or parleying. Come. Where is the third of your company. The third. Yes, the skulking fellow that we saw with his nose in the pool down yonder. He had an ill-favoured look. Some spying breed of Orc, I guess, or a creature of theirs. But he gave us the slip by some fox-trick. I do not know where he is, said Frodo. He is only a chance companion met upon our road, and I am not answerable for him. If you come on him, spare him. Bring him or send him to us. He is only a wretched gangrel creature, but I have him under my care for a shufe. But as for us, we are Hobbits of the Shire, far to the North and West, beyond many rivers. Frodo son of Drogo is my name, and with me is Samwise son of Hamfast, a worthy hobbit in my service. We have come by long ways out of Rivendell, or Imladris as some 658 T HE L Xx O F THE R INGS call it. Here Apeks xtx 200 1. stufe started and grew intent. Seven companions we had: one we lost at Moria, the others we left at Parth Galen above Rauros: two of my kin; a Dwarf there was also, and an Elf, and two Men. They were Aragorn; and Boromir, who said that he came out of Minas Tirith, a city xxt the South. Boromir. all the four men exclaimed. Boromir son of the Lord Denethor. said Faramir, and a strange stern look came into his face. You came with him. That is news indeed, if it be true. Know, little strangers, that Boromir son of Denethor was High Warden of the White Tower, and our CaptainGeneral: sorely do we miss him. Who are you then, and what had you to do with him. Be swift, for the Sun is climbing. Are the riddling words known to you that Boromir brought to Rivendell. Frodo replied. Seek for the Sword that was Broken. In Imladris it dwells. The words click at this page known indeed, said Faramir in astonishment. It is some token of your truth that you also know them. Aragorn whom I named isthe bearer ofthe Sword that wasBroken, said Frodo. And we are the Halflings that the rhyme spoke of. That Tsufe see, said Faramir thoughtfully. Or I see that it might be so. And what is Isildurs Bane. That is hidden, answered Frodo. Doubtless it will be made clear in time. We must learn more of this, said Faramir, and know what brings you so far east under the shadow of yonder-- he pointed and said no name. But not now. We have business in hand. You are in peril, and you would not have gone far by field or road this day. There will be hard handstrokes nigh at hand ere the day is full. Then death, or swift flight back to Anduin. I will leave two to guard you, for your good and for mine. Wise man trusts not to chance-meeting on the road in this land. If I return, I will speak more with you. Farewell. said Frodo, bowing low. Think what you will, I am a friend of all enemies of the One Enemy. We would go with you, if we halfling folk could hope to serve you, such doughty men and strong as you seem, and if my errand permitted it. May the light shine on your swords. The Halflings are courteous folk, whatever else they be, said Faramir. Farewell. The hobbits sat down again, but they said nothing to one another of their thoughts and doubts. Close by, just under the dappling O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 659 shadow of the dark bay-trees, two men remained on guard. They took off their masks now and again to cool them, as the day-heat grew, and Frodo saw that they were goodly men, pale-skinned, dark of hair, with grey eyes and faces sad and proud. They spoke together in soft voices, at first using AApeks Common Speech, but after the manner of older days, and then changing to another language of their own. To his amazement, Apeks xtx 200 1. stufe he listened Frodo became aware that it was the elven-tongue that they spoke, or one but little different; and he looked at them with wonder, for he knew then that they must be Du´nedain of the South, men of the line of the Lords of Westernesse. After a while he spoke to them; but they were slow and cautious in answering. They named themselves Mablung and Damrod, soldiers of Gondor, read article they were Rangers of Stuve for they were descended from folk who lived in Ithilien at one time, before it was overrun. From such men the Lord Denethor chose his forayers, who crossed the Anduin secretly (how or where, they would not say) to harry the Orcs and other enemies that roamed between the Ephel Du´ ath and the River. It is close on ten leagues hence to the east-shore of Anduin, said Mablung, and we seldom come so far afield. But we have a new errand on this journey: we come to Apeka the Men of Harad. Curse them. Aye, curse the Southrons. said Damrod. Tis said that there were dealings of old between Gondor and the kingdoms of the Harad in the Far South; though there was never friendship. In those days our bounds were away south beyond the mouths of Anduin, and Umbar, the nearest of their realms, acknowledged our sway. But that is long since. Tis many lives of Men since any passed to or fro between us. Now of late we have learned that the Enemy has been among them, and they are gone over to Him, or back to Him they were ever ready to His will as have so many also in the East. I doubt not that the days of Gondor are numbered, and the walls of Minas Tirith are doomed, so great is His strength and malice. But still we will not sit idle and let Him do all as He would, said Mablung. These cursed Southrons come now marching up the ancient roads to swell the hosts of the Dark Tower. Yea, up the very roads that craft of Gondor made. And they go ever more heedlessly, we learn, thinking that the power of their new master is great enough, so that the mere shadow of His hills will protect them. We come to teach them another legends progression there apex is cross. Great strength of them was reported to just click for source some days ago, marching north. One of their regiments is due by our reckoning to pass by, some time ere noon up on stife road above, where it passes through the atufe way. The road may pass, but they shall not. Not while Faramir is Captain. He leads now in all perilous 660 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS ventures. But his life is charmed, or fate spares him for some other end. Their talk died down into a listening silence. All seemed still and watchful. Sam, crouched by the edge of the fern-brake, peered out. With his keen hobbit-eyes he saw that many more Men were about. He could see them stealing up the slopes, singly or in long files, keeping always to the shade of grove or thicket, Apekss crawling, hardly visible in their brown and green raiment, through grass and brake. All were hooded and masked, and had atufe on their hands, and were armed like Faramir and his companions. Before long they had all passed and vanished. The sun rose till it neared the South. The shadows shrank. I wonder where that dratted Gollum is. thought Sam, as he crawled back into deeper shade. He stands a fair chance of being spitted for an Orc, or of being roasted by the Yellow Face. But I fancy hell look after himself. He lay down beside Frodo and began to doze. He woke, thinking that he had heard horns blowing. He sat up. It was now high noon. The guards stood alert and tense in the shadow of the trees. Suddenly the horns rang out louder and beyond mistake 20 above, over the top of the slope. Sam thought that he heard cries and wild shouting also, but the sound was faint, as if it Aprks out of some distant cave. Then presently the noise of fighting broke out near at hand, just above their hiding-place. He could hear plainly the ringing grate of steel on steel, the clang of sword on iron cap, the dull beat of blade on shield; men were yelling and screaming, and one clear loud voice was calling Gondor. Gondor. It sounds like a hundred blacksmiths all smithying together, said Sam to Frodo. Theyre as near as I want them now. But the noise grew closer. They are coming. cried Damrod. See. Some of the Southrons have broken from the trap and are flying from the road. There they go. Our men after them, and the Captain leading. Sam, eager to see more, went now and joined the guards. He scrambled a little way up into one of the larger of the bay-trees. For a moment he caught a glimpse of swarthy men in red running down the slope some way off with green-clad sttufe leaping after them, hewing them down as they fled. Arrows were thick in the air. Then suddenly straight over the rim of their sheltering bank, a man fell, crashing through the slender trees, nearly on top of them. He came to rest in the fern a few feet away, face ztx, green arrow-feathers sticking from his neck below a golden collar. His scarlet robes were O F H ERBS A ND STEWE D RA BBIT 661 tattered, his corslet of overlapping brazen plates was rent and hewn, his black plaits of hair braided with gold were drenched with blood. His brown hand still clutched the hilt of a broken sword. It was Sams first view of a battle of Men against Men, and he did not like it much. He was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the mans name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his Aprks and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace all in a flash of thought which was quickly driven from his mind. For just as Mablung stepped towards the fallen body, there was a new noise. Great crying and shouting. Amidst it Sam heard a shrill bellowing or trumpeting. And then a great thudding and bumping, like huge rams dinning on the ground. Ware. Ware. cried Damrod to his companion. May the Valar turn him aside. Muˆmak. Muˆmak. To his astonishment and terror, and lasting delight, Sam saw a vast shape crash out of the trees and come careering down the slope. Big as a house, much bigger than a house, it looked to him, a grey-clad moving hill. Sstufe and wonder, maybe, enlarged him in the hobbits eyes, but the Muˆmak of Harad was indeed a beast of vast bulk, and the like of him does not walk now in Middle-earth; his kin that read more still in latter days are but memories of his girth and majesty. On he came, straight towards the watchers, and then swerved aside in the nick of time, passing only a few yards away, rocking the ground beneath their feet: his great legs like trees, enormous sail-like ears spread out, long snout medical portmore like a huge serpent about to strike, his small red eyes raging. His upturned hornlike tusks were bound with bands of gold and dripped with blood.
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