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It is not my will, he said, to put aside my sword or to deliver Andu´ril to the hand of any other man. It is the will of The´oden, said Ha´ma. It is not clear to me that the will of The´oden son of Thengel, even though he be lord of the Mark, should prevail over the will of Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elendils heir of Gondor. This is the house of The´oden, not of Aragorn, even were he King of Gondor in the seat of Denethor, said Ha´ma, stepping swiftly before the doors and barring the way. His sword was now in his hand and the point towards the strangers. This is idle talk, said Gandalf. Needless is The´odens demand, T HE K ING O F THE G O LDEN HALL 511 but it is useless to refuse. A king will have his way in his own hall, be it folly or wisdom. Truly, said Aragorn. And I would do as the master of the house bade me, were this only a woodmans cot, if I bore now any sword but Andu´ril. Whatever its learn more here may be, said Ha´ma, here you shall lay it, if you would not fight alone against all the men in Edoras. Not alone. said Gimli, fingering the blade of his axe, and looking darkly up at the guard, as if he were a young tree that Gimli had a mind to fell. Not alone. Come, come. said Gandalf. We are all friends here. Or should be; for the laughter of Mordor will be our only reward, if we quarrel. My errand is pressing. Here at least is my sword, goodman Ha´ma. Keep it well. Glamdring it is called, for the Elves made it long ago. Now let me pass. Come, Aragorn. Slowly Aragorn unbuckled his belt and pubg gameloop download crack set his sword upright against the wall. Here I set it, he said; but I command you not to touch it, nor to permit any other to lay hand on it. In this Elvish sheath dwells the Blade that was Broken and has been made again. Telchar first wrought it in the deeps of time. Death shall come to any man that draws Elendils sword save Elendils heir. The guard stepped back and looked with amazement on Aragorn. It seems that you are come on the wings of song out of the forgotten days, he said. It shall be, lord, as you command. Well, said Gimli, if it has Andu´ril to keep it company, my axe may stay here, too, without shame; and he laid it on the floor. Now then, if all is as you wish, let us go and speak with your master. The guard still hesitated. Your staff, he said to Gandalf. Forgive me, but that too must be left at the doors. Foolishness. said Gandalf. Prudence is one thing, but discourtesy is another. I am old. If I may not lean on my stick as I go, then I will sit out here, until it pleases The´oden to hobble out himself to speak with me. Aragorn laughed. Every man has something too dear to trust to another. But would you part an old man from his support. Come, will you not let us enter. The staff in the hand of a wizard may be more than a prop Philips steam iron series 5000 age, said Ha´ma. He baldurs gate 3 search the cellar for home hard at the ash-staff on which Gandalf leaned. Yet in doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom. I believe you are friends just click for source folk worthy of honour, who have no evil purpose. You may go in. The guards now lifted the heavy bars of the doors and swung them slowly inwards grumbling on their great hinges. The travellers 512 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS entered. Inside it seemed dark and warm after the clear air upon the hill. The hall was long and wide and filled with shadows and half lights; mighty pillars upheld its lofty roof. But here and there bright sunbeams fell in glimmering shafts from the eastern windows, high under the deep eaves. Through the louver in the roof, above the thin wisps of issuing smoke, Philips steam iron series 5000 sky showed pale and blue. 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Then they halted. At the far end of the house, beyond the hearth and facing north towards the doors, was a dais with three steps; and in the middle of the dais was a great gilded chair. Upon it sat a man so bent with age that he seemed almost a dwarf; but his white hair was long and thick and fell in great braids from beneath a thin golden circlet set upon his brow. In the centre upon his forehead shone a single white diamond. His beard was laid like snow upon his knees; but his eyes still burned with a bright light, glinting as he gazed at the strangers. Behind his chair stood a woman clad in white. At his feet upon the steps sat a wizened figure of a man, with a pale wise face and heavy-lidded eyes. There was a silence. The old man did not move in his chair. At length Gandalf spoke. Hail, The´oden son of Thengel. I have returned. For behold. the storm comes, and now all friends should gather together, lest each singly be destroyed. Slowly the old man rose to his feet, leaning heavily upon a short black staff with a handle of white bone; and now the strangers saw that, bent though he was, he was still tall and must in youth have been high and proud indeed. I greet you, he said, and maybe you look for welcome. But truth to tell your welcome is doubtful here, Master Gandalf. You have ever been a herald of woe. Troubles follow you like crows, and ever the T HE K ING O F THE Click to see more O LDEN HALL 513 oftener the worse. I will not deceive you: when I heard that Shadowfax had come back riderless, I rejoiced at the return of the horse, but still more at the lack of the rider; and when Eomer brought the tidings ´ that you had gone at last to your long home, I did not mourn. But news from afar is seldom sooth. Here you come again. And with you come evils worse than before, as might be expected. Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow. Tell me that. Click to see more he sat down again in his chair. You speak justly, lord, said the pale man sitting upon the steps of the dais. It is not yet five days since the bitter tidings came that The´odred your son was slain upon the West Marches: your righthand, Second Marshal of the Mark. In Eomer there is little trust. ´ Few men would be left to guard your walls, if he had been allowed to rule. And even now we learn from Gondor that the Dark Lord is stirring in the East. Such is the hour in which this wanderer chooses to return. Why indeed should we welcome you, Master Stormcrow. La´thspell I name you, Ill-news; and ill news is an ill guest they say. He laughed grimly, as he lifted his heavy lids for a moment and gazed on the strangers with dark eyes. You are article source wise, my friend Wormtongue, and are doubtless a great support to your master, answered Gandalf in a soft voice. Yet in two ways may a man come with evil tidings. He may be a worker of evil; or he may be such as leaves well alone, and comes only to bring aid in time of need. That is so, said Wormtongue; but there is a third kind: pickers of bones, meddlers in other mens sorrows, carrion-fowl that grow fat on war. What aid have you ever brought, Stormcrow. And what aid do you bring now. It was aid from us that you sought last time that you were here. Then my lord bade you choose any horse that you would and be gone; and to the wonder of all you took Shadowfax in your insolence. My lord was sorely grieved; yet to some it seemed that to speed you from the land the price was not too great. I guess that it is likely to turn out the same once more: you will seek aid rather than render it. Do you bring men. Do you bring horses, swords, spears. That I would call aid; that is our present need. But who are these that follow at your tail. Three ragged wanderers in grey, and you yourself the most beggar-like of the four. The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, The´oden son of Thengel, said Gandalf. Has not the messenger from your gate reported the names of my companions. Seldom has any lord of Rohan received three such guests. Weapons they have laid at your doors that are worth many a mortal man, even the mightiest. Grey is their raiment, for the Elves clad them, and thus they have passed through the shadow of great perils to your hall. 514 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS ´ Then it is true, as Eomer reported, that you are in league with the Sorceress of the Golden Wood. said Wormtongue. It is not to be wondered at: webs of deceit were ever woven in Dwimordene. Gimli strode a pace forward, but felt suddenly the hand of Gandalf clutch him by the shoulder, and he halted, standing stiff as stone. In Dwimordene, in Lo´rien Seldom have walked the feet of Men, Few mortal eyes have seen the light That lies there ever, long and bright. Galadriel. Galadriel. Clear is the water of your well; White is the star in your white hand; Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land In Dwimordene, in Lo´rien More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men. Thus Gandalf softly sang, and then suddenly he changed. Casting his tattered cloak aside, he stood up and leaned no longer on his staff; and he spoke in a clear cold voice. The wise speak only of what they know, Grı´ma https://beststrategygames.cloud/xbox/baldurs-gate-xbox-release-value.php of Ga´lmo´d. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lightning falls. He raised his staff. There was a roll of thunder. The sunlight was blotted out from the eastern windows; the whole hall became suddenly dark as night. The fire faded to sullen embers. Only Gandalf could be seen, standing white and tall before the blackened hearth. In the gloom they heard the hiss of Wormtongues voice: Did I not counsel you, lord, to forbid his staff. That fool, Ha´ma, has betrayed us. There was a flash as if lightning had cloven the roof. Then all was silent. Wormtongue sprawled on his face. Now The´oden son of Thengel, will you hearken to me. said Gandalf. Do you ask for help. He lifted his staff and pointed to a https://beststrategygames.cloud/pubg-game/pubg-game-replay-wallpaper.php window. There the darkness seemed to clear, and through the opening could be seen, high and far, a patch of shining sky. Not all is dark. Take courage, Lord of the Mark; for better help you will not find. No counsel have I to give to those that despair. Yet counsel I could give, and words I could speak to you. Will you hear them. They are not for all ears. I bid you come out before your doors and look abroad. Too long have you sat in shadows and trusted to twisted tales and crooked promptings. T HE K ING O F THE G O LDEN HALL 515 Slowly The´oden left his chair. A faint light grew in the hall again. The woman hastened to the kings side, taking his arm, and with faltering steps the old man came down from the dais and paced softly through the hall. Wormtongue remained lying on the floor. They came to the doors and Gandalf knocked. Open. he cried. The Lord of the Mark comes forth. The doors rolled back and a keen air came whistling in. A wind was blowing on the hill. Send your guards down to the stairs foot, said Gandalf. And you, lady, leave him a while with me. I will care for him. ´ Go, Eowyn sister-daughter. said the old king. The time for fear is past. The woman turned and went slowly into the house. As she passed the doors she turned and looked back. Grave and thoughtful was her glance, as she looked on the king with cool pity in her eyes. Very fair was her face, and her long hair was like a river of gold. Slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver; but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings. Thus Aragorn for the first time in the full light of day beheld Eowyn, ´ Lady of Rohan, and thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring that is not yet come to womanhood. And she now was suddenly aware of him: tall heir of kings, wise with many winters, greycloaked, hiding a power that yet she felt. For a moment still as stone she stood, then turning swiftly she was gone. Now, lord, said Gandalf, look out upon your land. Breathe the free air again. From the porch upon the top of the high terrace they could see beyond the stream the green fields of Rohan fading into distant grey. Curtains of wind-blown rain were slanting down. The sky above and to the west was still dark with thunder, and lightning far away flickered among the tops of hidden hills. But the wind had shifted to the north, and already the storm that had come out of the East was receding, rolling away southward to the sea. Suddenly through a rent in the clouds behind them a shaft of sun stabbed down. The falling showers gleamed like silver, and far away the river glittered like a shimmering glass. It is not so dark here, said The´oden. No, said Gandalf. Nor does age lie so heavily on your shoulders as some would have you think. Cast aside your prop. From the kings hand the black staff fell clattering on the stones. He drew himself up, slowly, as a man that is stiff from long fallout 4 reaver over some dull toil. Now tall and straight he stood, and his eyes were blue as he looked into the opening sky. Dark have been my dreams of late, he said, but I feel as one 516 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS new-awakened. I would now that you had come before, Gandalf.
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