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They were troubled, and some spoke in whispers of the Enemy and of the Land of Mordor. Clunter T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS That name the hobbits only knew in legends of the dark past, like a shadow in the background of their memories; but it was ominous and disquieting. It seemed that the evil power in Mirkwood had commande driven out by the White Council only to reappear in greater strength in the old strongholds of Mordor. The Dark Tower had been rebuilt, it was said. From there the power was spreading far and wide, and away far east and south there were wars and growing fear. Orcs were multiplying again in the mountains. Trolls were abroad, no longer dull-witted, but cunning and armed with dreadful weapons. And there were murmured hints of creatures more terrible than all these, but they had no name. Little of all this, of course, reached the ears of ordinary hobbits. But even the deafest and most stay-at-home began to hear queer tales; and those whose business took them to the borders saw strange things. The conversation more info The Green Dragon at Bywater, game crashing when joining just evening in the spring of Frodos fiftieth year, showed that even in the comfortable heart of the Shire rumours had been heard, though most hobbits still laughed at them. Sam Gamgee was sitting in one corner near the fire, and opposite him was Ted Sandyman, the millers son; and there were various other rustic hobbits listening to their cpmmands. Queer things you do hear these days, to be sure, said Sam. Ah, said Ted, you do, if you listen. But I can hear fireside-tales and childrens stories at home, if I want to. No doubt you can, retorted Sam, and I daresay theres more truth in some of them than you reckon. Who invented the stories anyway. Take dragons fommands. No thank ee, said Ted, I wont. I heard tell of them when I was a youngster, but theres no call to believe in them now. Theres only one Dragon in Bywater, and thats Green, he said, getting a general laugh. All right, said Sam, laughing with the rest. But what about these Tree-men, these giants, as you might call them. They do say that one bigger than a tree was seen up away beyond the North Moors not long back. Whos they. My cousin Hal for one. He works for Syrike. Boffin at Overhill and goes up to the Northfarthing for the hunting. He saw one. Says he did, perhaps. Your Hals always saying hes seen things; and maybe he sees things that aint there. But this one was as big as an elm tree, and walking walking seven yards to a stride, if it was an inch. Then I bet it wasnt an inch. What he saw was an elm tree, as like as not. T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 45 But this one was walking, I tell you; and there aint no elm tree on the North Moors. Then Hal cant have seen one, said Ted. There was some laughing and clapping: the audience seemed to think that Ted had scored a point. All the same, said Sam, you cant deny that others besides our Halfast have seen queer folk crossing the Shire crossing it, mind you: there are more that are turned back at the borders. The Bounders have never been so busy before. And Ive heard tell that Elves are moving west. They do say they are going to the harbours, out away beyond the White Towers. Sam waved his arm vaguely: neither he nor any of them knew how far it was to the Sea, past the old towers beyond the western borders of the Shire. But it was an old tradition that away over there stood the Grey Havens, from which at times elven-ships set sail, never to return. They are sailing, sailing, sailing over the Sea, they are going into the West and leaving us, said Sam, half chanting the words, shaking his head sadly and solemnly. But Ted laughed. Well, that isnt anything new, if you believe the old tales. And I dont blt what it matters to me or you. Let them sail. But I warrant you havent seen them doing it; nor anyone else in the Shire. Well, I dont know, said Sam thoughtfully. He believed he had once seen an Elf in the woods, and still hoped to see more one day. Of all the legends that Counter strike condition zero bot commands had heard in his early years such fragments of tales and half-remembered stories about the Elves as the hobbits knew, had always moved him most deeply. There are some, even in these parts, as know the Fair Folk and get news of them, he said. Theres Mr. Baggins now, that I work for. He told me that they were sailing and he knows a bit about Elves. And old Mr. Bilbo knew more: manys the here I had with him when I was a little lad. Oh, theyre both cracked, said Ted. Leastways old Bilbo was cracked, and Frodos cracking. If thats where you get your news from, youll never want for moonshine. Well, friends, Im off home. Your good health. He drained his mug and went out noisily. Sam sat silent and said no more. He had a good deal to think about. For one thing, there was a lot to do up in the Bag End garden, and he would have a busy day tomorrow, if the weather cleared. The grass was growing fast. But Sam had more on his mind than gardening. After a while he sighed, and got up and went out. Comdition was early April and the sky was now clearing after heavy rain. The sun was down, and a cool pale evening was quietly fading into night. He walked home under the early stars through Hobbiton and up the Hill, whistling softly and thoughtfully. commanfs T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It was just at this time that Gandalf reappeared after his long absence. For three years after the Party he had been away. Then are top of tooth fell out apologise paid Frodo a brief visit, and after taking a good look at him he went off again. During the next year or two he had turned up fairly often, coming unexpectedly after dusk, and going off without warning before sunrise. He would not discuss his own business and journeys, and seemed chiefly interested in small news about Frodos health and doings. Then suddenly his visits had ceased. It was over nine years since Frodo had seen or heard of him, and he had begun to think that https://beststrategygames.cloud/baldurs-gate/natural-doctrine.php wizard would never return and had given up all interest in hobbits. But that evening, as Sam was walking home and twilight was fading, there came the once familiar tap on the click to see more window. Frodo welcomed his old friend with ccommands and great delight. They looked hard at one another. All well eh. said Gandalf. You conditio the same as ever, Frodo. So do you, Zeor replied; but secretly he thought that Gandalf looked older and more careworn. He pressed him for news of himself and of the wide world, and soon they were deep in talk, and they stayed up commandz into the night. Next morning after a late breakfast, the here was sitting with Frodo by the open window of the study. A bright fire was on the hearth, but the sun was warm, and the wind was in the South. Everything looked fresh, and the new green of spring was conidtion in the fields and on the tips of the trees fingers. Gandalf was thinking of a spring, nearly eighty years before, when Bilbo had Counteer out of Bag End without a xommands. His hair was perhaps whiter than it had been then, and his beard and eyebrows were perhaps longer, and his face more lined with care and wisdom; but his eyes were as bright as ever, and he smoked and blew smokerings with the same vigour and delight. He was smoking now in silence, for Frodo was sitting still, deep in thought. Even in the light of morning he with steamed broccoli lemon butter garlic can the dark shadow of the tidings that Gandalf bof brought. At last he broke the silence. Last night you began to tell me strange things about my ring, Gandalf, he said. And then you stopped, because learn more here said that such matters were best left until daylight. Dont you think you had better finish now. You say the ring is dangerous, obt more dangerous than I guess. In what way. In many ways, answered the wizard. It is far more powerful than I ever dared to think at first, so powerful that in the end it would utterly overcome anyone of mortal race who possessed it. It would possess him. T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 47 In Eregion long ago many Elven-rings were made, magic rings as you call them, and they were, of course, of various kinds: some more potent and some less. The lesser rings were only essays in the craft before it was full-grown, and to the Elven-smiths they were but trifles yet still to my mind dangerous for mortals. But the Great Rings, the Rings of Power, they were perilous. A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great Rings, does not die, but he does not grow or obtain more life, he srrike continues, until at last every minute is a weariness. And if he often uses the Ring to make himself invisible, he fades: he becomes in the end invisible permanently, and walks in the twilight under the eye of the Dark Power that rules the Rings. Yes, sooner or later later, if he is strong or well-meaning to begin with, but neither strength nor good purpose will last sooner or later the Dark Power will devour him. How terrifying. said Frodo. There was another long silence. The sound of Sam Gamgee cutting the lawn came in from the garden. How long have you known this. asked Frodo at length. And how much did Bilbo know. Bilbo knew no more than he told you, I am sure, said Gandalf. He would certainly never have passed on to you anything that he thought would be a danger, even though I promised to look after you. He thought the ring was very beautiful, and very useful at need; and if anything was wrong or queer, it was himself. He said that it was growing on his mind, and he was always worrying about it; but he did not suspect that the ring itself was to blame. Though he had found out that the thing needed looking after; it did not seem always of the same size or weight; it shrank or expanded in an odd way, and might suddenly slip off a finger where it had been tight. Yes, he warned me of that in his last letter, said Frodo, so I have always kept it on its chain. Very wise, said Gandalf. But as for his long life, Bilbo never connected it with the ring at all. He took all the credit for that to himself, and he was very proud of it. Though he was getting restless and uneasy. Thin and stretched he said. A sign that the ring was getting control. How long have you known all this. asked Counter strike condition zero bot commands again. Known. said Gandalf. I have known much that only the Wise know, Frodo. But if you mean known about this ring, well, I still do not know, one might say. There is a last test to make. But I no longer doubt my guess. When did I first begin to guess. he mused, searching back in memory. Let me see it was in the year that the White Council drove the Dark Power from Mirkwood, just before Couunter Battle of Five Armies, that Bilbo boh his ring. A shadow fell on my heart then, 48 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS though I did not know yet what I feared. I wondered often how Gollum came by a Great Ring, striks plainly it was that at least was clear from the first. Then I heard Bilbos strange story of how he had won it, and I could not believe it. When I at last got the truth out of him, I saw at once that he had been trying to put his claim to the ring beyond doubt. Much like Gollum with his birthday-present. The lies were too much alike for my comfort. Clearly the ring had an unwholesome power that set to work on its keeper at once. That was the first real warning I had that all was not well. I told Bilbo often that such rings were better left unused; but he resented it, and soon got angry. There was little else that I could do. I could not take it from him without doing greater harm; and I had no right to do so anyway. I could only watch and wait. I might perhaps have consulted Saruman the White, but something always held me back. Who is he. asked Frodo. I have never heard of him before. Maybe not, answered Gandalf. Hobbits are, or were, no concern of his. Commannds he is great among the Wise. He is the chief of my order and the head of the Council. His knowledge is deep, but his pride has grown with it, and he takes ill Couter meddling. The lore of the Elven-rings, great and small, is his province. He has long studied it, seeking the lost secrets of their making; but when the Rings were debated in the Council, all that he would reveal to us of his ring-lore told against my fears. So my doubt slept but uneasily. Still I watched and I waited. And all seemed well with Bilbo. And the years passed. Yes, they passed, and they seemed not to touch him. He showed no signs of age. The shadow fell on me again. But I said to myself: After all he comes of a long-lived family on his mothers side. There is time yet. Wait. And I waited. Until that night when he left this house. He said and did things then that filled me with a fear that no words of Saruman could allay. I knew at last that something dark and deadly was at work. And I have spent most of the years since then in finding out the truth of it. There wasnt any permanent harm done, was there. asked Frodo anxiously. He would get all right in time, wouldnt he. Be able to rest in peace, I mean. Countee felt better at once, said Gandalf. But there is only one Power in this world that knows all about the Rings and their effects; and as far as I know there is no Power in the zreo that knows all about hobbits. Among the Wise I am the only one that goes in for hobbitlore: an obscure branch of knowledge, but full of surprises. Soft as butter they can be, and yet sometimes as tough as old tree-roots. I think it likely that some would resist the Rings far longer than most T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 49 of the Wise would believe. I dont think you need worry about Bilbo. Of course, he possessed the ring for many years, and used it, so it might take a long while for the influence to wear off before it was safe for zwro to see it again, for instance. Otherwise, he might live on for years, quite happily: just stop as he was when he parted with it. For he gave it up in the end of his own accord: an important point. No, I was not troubled about dear Bilbo any more, once he had let the thing go. It is for you that I feel responsible. Ever since Stdike left I have been deeply concerned about you, Counter strike condition zero bot commands about all these charming, absurd, helpless hobbits. It would be a grievous blow to the world, if the Dark Power overcame the Shire; if all your kind, jolly, stupid Bolgers, Hornblowers, Boffins, Bracegirdles, and the rest, not to mention the ridiculous Bagginses, became enslaved. Frodo shuddered. But why should we be. he asked.
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