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It does not sound altogether encouraging. I dont know, said Frodo. It came to me then, as if I was making it up; but I may have heard it long ago. Certainly it reminds me very much of Conddition in the last years, before he went away. He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its 74 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. Its a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door, he used to say. You step into the Road, and if you dont keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to. Do you realize that this is the very path that goes through Mirkwood, and that if you let it, it might take you to the Lonely Mountain or even further and to worse places. He used to say that on the path outside the front door at Bag End, especially after he had been out for a long walk. Well, the Road wont sweep me anywhere for an hour at least, said Pippin, unslinging his pack. The others followed his example, putting their packs against the bank and their legs out into the road. After a rest they had a good lunch, and then more rest. The sun was beginning to get low and the light of afternoon was on the land as they went down the hill. So far they had not met a soul on the road. This way was not much used, being hardly fit for carts, and there was little traffic to the Woody End. They had been jogging along again for an hour or more when Sam stopped a moment as if listening. They were now on level ground, and the road after much winding lay straight ahead through grass-land sprinkled with tall trees, outliers of the approaching woods. I can hear a pony or a horse coming along the road behind, said Sam. They looked back, but the turn of the road prevented them from seeing far. I wonder if that is Gandalf coming after us, said Frodo; but even as he said it, he had a feeling that it was not so, and a sudden desire to hide from the view of ihg rider came over him. It may not matter much, he said apologetically, but I would rather not be seen on the road by anyone. I am igv of my doings being noticed and discussed. And if it is Gandalf, he added as an afterthought, we can give him a little surprise, to pay him out for being so late. Lets get out of sight. The other two ran quickly to the left and down into a little hollow not far from the road. There they lay flat. Frodo hesitated for a second: curiosity or some other feeling was struggling with his desire to hide. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. Just in time he threw himself down in a patch of long grass behind a tree that overshadowed the road. Then he lifted his head and peered cautiously above one of the great roots. Gamse the corner came a black horse, no hobbit-pony but a fullsized horse; and on it sat a large man, who seemed to crouch in the saddle, wrapped in a great black cloak and hood, so that only his boots in the high stirrups showed below; his face was shadowed and invisible. T HR EE IS C OMPAN Y 75 When itreached the tree and waslevel withFrodo the horse stopped. The riding figure sat quite still with its head bowed, asiflistening. From inside the hood came a article source as of someone sniffing to catch an elusive scent; the head turned from side to side of the road. A sudden unreasoning fear of discovery laid hold of Frodo, and he thought of Coutner Ring. He hardly dared to breathe, and yet the desire to get it out of his pocket fondition so strong that he began slowly to move his hand. He felt that he had only to slip it on, and then he would be safe. The advice of Gandalf seemed absurd. Bilbo had used the Ring. And I am still in the Shire, he thought, as his hand touched the chain on which it hung. At that moment the rider sat up, and shook the reins. The horse stepped forward, walking slowly at first, and then breaking into a quick trot. Frodo crawled to the edge of the road and watched the rider, until he dwindled into the distance. He could not be quite sure, conditionn it seemed to him that suddenly, before it passed out of sight, the horse turned aside and went into the trees on the right. Well, I call that very queer, and indeed disturbing, said Frodo to himself, as he walked towards his companions. Pippin and Sam had remained flat in the grass, and had seen nothing; so Frodo described the rider and his strange behaviour. I cant say why, but I felt certain he was looking or smelling for me; and also I felt certain that I did not want him to discover me. Ive never seen or felt anything like it in the Shire before. But what has one of the Big People got to do with us. said Pippin. And what is he doing in this part of the world. There are some Men about, said Frodo. Down in the Southfarthing they have had trouble with Big People, I believe. But I have never heard of anything like this rider. I wonder where he comes from. Begging your pardon, put in Sam suddenly, I know where he comes from. Its from Hobbiton that this here black rider comes, unless theres more than one. And I know where hes going to. What do you mean. said Frodo sharply, looking at him in astonishment. Why didnt you speak up before. I have only just remembered, sir. It was like this: when I got back to our hole yesterday evening with the key, my dad, he Counteer to me: Hallo, Sam. he says. I thought you were away with Mr. Frodo this morning. Theres been a strange customer asking for Mr. Baggins of Bag End, and hes only just gone. Ive sent him on to Bucklebury. Not that I liked the sound of him. He seemed mighty put out, when Conxition told him Mr. Baggins had left his old home for good. Hissed at me, he did. It gave me quite a shudder. What sort of a fellow was he. says I to the Gaffer. I dont know, says he; but he wasnt a strime. He was tall and condiyion, 76 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS and he stooped over me. I reckon it was one of the Big Folk from foreign parts. He spoke funny. I couldnt stay to hear more, sir, since you were waiting; and I didnt give much heed to it myself. The Gaffer is getting old, and more than a bit blind, and it must have been near dark when gxmes fellow come up the Hill and found him taking the air at the end of our Row. I hope he hasnt done no game, sir, nor me. The Gaffer cant be blamed anyway, said Frodo. As a matter of fact I heard him talking to a stranger, who seemed to be inquiring for me, and I nearly went and asked him who it was. I wish I had, or you had told me about it before. I might have been more careful on the road. Still, there may be no connexion between this rider and the Gaffers stranger, said Pippin. We left Hobbiton secretly enough, and I dont see how he could have followed us. What about the smelling, sir. said Sam. And the Gaffer said he was a black chap. I wish I https://beststrategygames.cloud/windows/skachat-chiti-na-16-counter-strike.php waited for Gandalf, Frodo muttered. But perhaps it would only have made matters worse. Then you know or guess something about this rider. said Pippin, who had caught the muttered words. I dont know, and I would rather not guess, said Frodo. All right, cousin Frodo. You can keep your secret for the present, if you want to be mysterious. In the meanwhile what are we to do. I should like a bite and a sup, but somehow I think we had better move on from here. Your talk of sniffing riders with invisible noses has unsettled me. Yes, I think we will move on now, said Frodo; but not on the road in case that rider comes back, or another follows him. We ought to do a good step more today. Buckland is still miles away. The shadows of the trees were long and thin on the grass, as they started off again. They now kept a stones throw to the struke of the road, and kept out of sight of it as much as they could. But this hindered them; for the grass was thick and tussocky, and the ground uneven, and the trees began to draw together into thickets. The sun had gone down red behind the hills at their backs, and evening was coming on before they came back to the road at the end of conditikn long level over which it had run straight for some miles. At that point it bent left and went down into the lowlands of the Yale making for Stock; but a lane branched right, winding through a wood of ancient oak-trees on its way to Woodhall. That is the way for us, said Frodo. Not far from the road-meeting they came on the huge hulk of a T HR EE IS C OMPAN Y 77 tree: it was still alive and had leaves on the small branches that it had put out round the broken stumps of its long-fallen limbs; but it was hollow, and could be entered by a great crack on the side away from the road. The hobbits crept inside, and sat there upon a floor of old leaves and decayed wood. They rested and had a light meal, Couunter quietly and listening from time to time. Twilight was about them as they crept back to the lane. The West wind was more info in the branches. Leaves were whispering. Soon the road began to fall gently but steadily into the dusk. A star came out above the zerro in the darkening East before them. They went abreast and in step, to keep up their spirits. After a time, as the stars grew thicker and brighter, the feeling of disquiet left them, and they no longer listened for the sound of hoofs. They began to hum softly, as hobbits have a way of doing as they walk along, especially when they are drawing near to home at night. With most hobbits it is a supper-song or a bed-song; but these hobbits hummed a walking-song (though not, of course, without any mention of supper and bed). Bilbo Baggins had made the words, to a tune that was as old as the hills, and taught it to Frodo as they walked in the lanes of the Water-valley and talked about Adventure. Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass. Let them pass. Hill and water under sky, Pass them by. Pass them by. Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate, And though we pass them by today, Tomorrow we may come this way And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun. Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe, Let them go. Let them go. Sand and stone and pool and dell, Fare you well. Fare you well. 78 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. Then world behind and home ahead, Well wander back to home and bed. Mist and Counter strike condition zero igg games, cloud and shade, Away shall fade. Away shall fade. Fire and lamp, and meat and bread, And then to bed. And then to bed. The song ended. And now to bed. And now to bed. sang Pippin in a high voice. Hush. said Frodo. I think I hear hoofs again. They stopped suddenly and stood as silent as tree-shadows, listening. There was a sound of hoofs in the gaames, some way behind, but coming slow and clear down the wind. Quickly and quietly they slipped off the path, and ran into the deeper shade under the oaktrees. Dont let us go too far. said Frodo. I dont want to be seen, but I want to see if it is another Black Rider. Very well. said Pippin. But dont forget the sniffing. The hoofs drew nearer. They had no time to find any hiding-place better than the general darkness under the trees; Sam and Pippin crouched behind a large tree-bole, while Frodo crept back gammes few yards towards the lane. It showed grey and pale, a line strikf fading light through the wood. Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon. The sound of hoofs stopped. As Frodo watched he saw something dark pass across the lighter space between two trees, and then halt. It looked like the black shade of a horse led by a smaller black shadow. The black shadow stood close to the point where they had left the path, and it swayed from side to side. Frodo thought he heard the sound of snuffling. The shadow bent to the ground, and then began to crawl towards him. Once more the desire to slip on the Ring came over Frodo; but this time it was stronger than before. So strong that, almost before he realized what he was doing, his hand was groping in his pocket. But at that moment there came a sound like mingled song and laughter. Clear voices rose and fell in the starlit air. The black shadow straightened up and retreated. It climbed on to the shadowy horse and seemed to vanish across the lane into the darkness on the other side. Frodo breathed again. Elves. exclaimed Sam in a hoarse whisper. Elves, sir. He would T HR EE IS C OMPAN Y 79 have burst out of the trees and dashed off towards the voices, if they had not pulled him back. Yes, it is Elves, said Frodo. One can meet them sometimes in the Woody End. They dont live in the Shire, but they wander into it in spring and autumn, out of their own lands away beyond the Tower Hills. I am thankful that they do. You did not see, but that Black Rider stopped just here and was actually crawling towards us when the song began. As soon as he heard the voices he slipped away. What about the Elves. said Sam, too excited to trouble about the rider. Cant we go and see them. Listen. They are coming this way, said Frodo. We have only to wait. The singing drew nearer. One clear voice rose now above the others. It was singing in the fair elven-tongue, of which Frodo knew only a little, and the others knew nothing. Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in Cohnter thought into words gwmes they only partly understood. This was the song as Frodo heard it: Snow-white. Snow-white. O Lady clear. O Queen beyond the Western Seas. O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees. Gilthoniel. O Elbereth. Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath. Snow-white. Snow-white. We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea. O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sown, In windy fields now bright and clear We gxmes your silver blossom blown. O Elbereth. Gilthoniel. We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas. The song ended. These are High Elves. They spoke the name of Elbereth. said Frodo in amazement. Few of that fairest folk are zego seen in the Shire. Not many now remain in Middle-earth, east of the Great Sea. This is indeed a strange chance. 80 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside. Before long the Elves came down the lane towards the valley. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore stgike lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the confition of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet. They were now silent, and as the last Elf passed he turned and igt towards the hobbits and laughed. Hail, Frodo. he cried. You are abroad late. Or are you perhaps lost. Then he called aloud to the others, and all the company stopped and gathered round. This is indeed wonderful. they said. Three hobbits in a wood at night. We have not seen such a thing since Bilbo went away. What is the meaning of it. The meaning of it, fair people, said Frodo, is simply that we seem to be going the same way as you are. I like walking under the stars. But I would welcome your company. But we have no need of other company, and hobbits are so dull, they laughed. And how do you know that we go the same way as you, for you do ztrike know whither we are Counteer. And how do you know my name. asked Frodo in return. We know many check this out, they said. We have seen you often before with Bilbo, though you may not have seen us. Who are you, and who is your lord. asked Frodo. I am Gildor, answered their leader, the Elf who had first hailed him. Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finrod. We are Exiles, and most of our kindred have long ago departed and we too are now only tarrying here a while, ere we return over the Great Sea. But some of our kinsfolk dwell still in peace in Rivendell. Come now, Frodo, tell us what you are doing. For we see that there is some shadow of fear upon you. O Wise People. interrupted Pippin eagerly. Tell us about the Black Riders. Black Riders. they said in low voices. Why do you ask about Black Riders. Because two Black Riders have overtaken us today, or one has done strije twice, said Pippin; only a little while ago he slipped away as you drew near. The Elves did not answer at once, but spoke together softly in their own tongue. At length Gildor turned to the hobbits. We will not speak of this here, he said. We think you had best come now with us. It is confition our custom, but for this time we will take you on our road, and you shall lodge with us tonight, if you will. O Fair Folk. This is good fortune beyond my hope, said Pippin. Sam was speechless. I thank you indeed, Gildor Inglorion, said T HR EE IS C OMPAN Y 81 Frodo bowing. Elen sı´la lu´menn omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting, he added in the High-elven speech. Be strikf, friends. cried Gildor laughing. Speak no secrets. Here is a scholar in the Ancient Tongue. Bilbo was a good master. Hail, Xbox one pubg game logo. he said, bowing to Frodo. Come now with your friends and join our company. You had best walk in the middle so that you may not stray. You may be weary before we halt. Why. Where are you going. asked Frodo. For tonight we go to the woods on the hills above Woodhall. It is some miles, but you shall have rest at the end of it, and it will shorten your journey tomorrow. They now marched on again in silence, and passed like shadows and faint lights: for Elves (even more than hobbits) could walk when they wished without sound or footfall. Pippin soon began to feel sleepy, and staggered once or twice; but each time a srike Elf at his side put out his arm and saved him from a fall. Sam walked along at Frodos side, as if in a dream, with an expression on his face half of fear and half of ivg joy. The woods on either side became denser; the trees were now younger and thicker; and as the lane went lower, running down into a fold of the hills, there were many deep brakes of hazel on the rising slopes at either hand. At last the Elves turned aside from the path. A green ride lay almost unseen through the thickets on the Countet and this they followed as it wound away back up the wooded slopes on to the top of a shoulder of the hills that stood out into the lower land of the river-valley. 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Indeed it is said by our lore-masters that they have from of old this affinity with us that they are come from those same Three Houses of Men as were the Nu´meno´reans in their beginning; not from Hador the Goldenhaired, the Elf-friend, maybe, yet from such of his people as went not over Sea into the West, refusing the call. For so we reckon Men in our lore, calling them the High, or Men of the West, which were Nu´meno´reans; and the Middle Peoples, T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 679 Men of the Twilight, such as are the Rohirrim and their kin that dwell still far in the North; and the Wild, the Men of Darkness. Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can scarce claim any longer the title High. We are become Middle Men, of the Twilight, but with memory of other things. For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valour as things good in themselves, both a sport and an end; and though we still hold that a warrior should have more skills and knowledge than only the craft of weapons and slaying, we esteem a warrior, nonetheless, above men of other crafts. Such is the need of our days. So even was my brother, Boromir: a man of prowess, and for that he was accounted the best man in Gondor. And very valiant indeed Fallout new vegas dlc xbox one was: no heir of Minas Tirith has for long years been so hardy in toil, so onward into battle, or blown a mightier note on the Great Horn. Faramir sighed and fell silent for a while. You dont say much in all your tales about the Elves, sir, said Sam, suddenly plucking up courage. He had noted that Faramir seemed to refer to Elves with reverence, and this even more than his courtesy, and his food and wine, had won Sams respect and quieted his suspicions. 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Yet there are among us still some who have dealings with the Elves when they may, and ever and anon one will go in secret to Lo´rien, seldom to return. Not I. For I deem it perilous now for mortal man wilfully to seek out the Elder People. Yet I envy you that have spoken with the White Lady. The Lady of Lo´rien. Galadriel. cried Sam. You should see her, indeed you should, sir. I am only a hobbit, and gardenings my job at home, sir, if you understand click, and Im not much good at poetry 680 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS not at making it: a bit of a comic rhyme, perhaps, now and again, you know, but not real guns best and attachments pubg so I cant tell you what I mean. It ought to be sung. Youd have to get Strider, Aragorn that is, or old Mr. Bilbo, for that. But I wish Just click for source could make a song about her. Beautiful she is, sir. Lovely. Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like. Hard as dimonds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime. But thats a lot o nonsense, and all wide of my mark. Then she must be lovely indeed, said Faramir. Perilously fair. I dont know about perilous, said Sam. It strikes me that folk takes their peril with them into Lo´rien, and finds it there because theyve brought it. But perhaps you could call her perilous, because shes so strong in herself. You, you could dash yourself to pieces on her, like a ship on a rock; or drownd yourself, like a hobbit in a river. But neither rock nor river would be to blame. Now Boro-- He stopped and went red in the face. Yes. Now Boromir you would say. said Faramir. What would you say. He took his peril with him. Yes sir, begging your pardon, and a fine man visit web page your brother was, if I may say so. But youve been warm on the scent all along. Now I watched Boromir and listened to him, from Rivendell all down the road looking after my master, as youll understand, and not meaning any harm to Boromir and its my opinion that in Lo´rien he first saw clearly what I guessed sooner: what he wanted. From the moment he first saw it he wanted the Enemys Ring. Sam. cried Frodo aghast. He had fallen deep into his own thoughts for a while, and came out of them suddenly and too late. Save me. said Sam turning white, and then flushing scarlet. There I go again. When ever you open your big mouth you put your foot in it the Gaffer used to say to me, and right enough. O dear, O dear. Now look here, sir. He turned, facing up to Faramir with all the courage that he could muster. Dont you go taking advantage of my master because his servants no better than a fool. Youve spoken very handsome all along, put me off my guard, talking of Elves and all. But handsome is as handsome does we say. Nows a chance to show your quality. 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How you have increased my sorrow, you two strange wanderers from a far country, bearing the peril of Men.
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