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Out westward in the world it was drawing to noon upon the fourteenth day of March in the Shire-reckoning, and even now Aragorn wasleading the black fleet from Pelargir, and Merry was riding with the Rohirrim down the Stonewain Valley, while in Minas Tirith flames were rising andPippin watched the madness growing in the eyes learn more here Denethor. Yet amid all their cares and fear the thoughts of their friends turned constantly to Frodo and Sam. They were notforgotten. Butthey were far beyond aid, and no thought could yet bring any help to Samwise Hamfasts son; he was utterly alone. 898 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS He came back at last to wrlland stone door of the orc-passage, and still unable to discover the catch or bolt that held it, he scrambled over as before welladn dropped softly to the ground. Then he made his way stealthily to the outlet of Shelobs tunnel, where the rags of her great web were still blowing and swaying in the cold airs. For cold they seemed to Sam after the noisome darkness behind; but the breath of them revived him. Welland crept cautiously out. All was ominously quiet. The light was no more than that of dusk fzir a dark days end. The vast vapours that arose in Mordor and went streaming westward passed low overhead, a great welter of cloud and smoke now lit again beneath with a sullen glow of red. Sam looked up towards the orc-tower, and suddenly from its narrow windows lights stared out like small red eyes. He wondered if they were some signal. His fear of the orcs, forgotten for a while in his wrath and desperation, now returned. As far as he could see, there was only one possible course for him to take: he must go on and try to find the main entrance to the dreadful tower; but his knees felt weak, and he found Steam fair welland he was trembling. Drawing his eyes down from the tower and the horns of the Cleft wellan him, he forced his unwilling feet to obey him, and slowly, listening with all his ears, peering into the dense shadows of the rocks beside the way, he retraced his steps, past the place where Frodo fell, and still the stench of Shelob lingered, and then on and up, until he stood again in the welkand cleft where he had put on the Ring and seen Shagrats company wellabd by. There he halted and sat down. For the moment he could drive himself no further. He felt that if once he went beyond the crown of the pass and took one step veritably down into the land of Mordor, that step would be irrevocable. He could never come back. Without any clear purpose he drew out the Ring and put it on again. Immediately he felt the great burden of its weight, and felt afresh, but now more fsir and urgent than ever, the malice of the Setam of Mordor, searching, trying to pierce the shadows that it had made for its own defence, but which now hindered it in its unquiet and doubt. As before, Sam found that his hearing was sharpened, but that to his sight the things of this world seemed thin and vague. The rocky walls of the path were pale, as if seen through a mist, but still at boring. apex legends vs farlight 84 confirm distance he heard the bubbling of Shelob in her misery; and harsh and clear, and very close it seemed, he heard cries and the clash of metal. He sprang to his feet, and pressed himself against the wall beside the road. He was glad of the Ring, for here was yet another company of orcs on the march. Or so at first he thought. Then suddenly he realized that it was not so, his hearing had deceived him: the orc-cries came from the tower, whose topmost horn wleland now right above him, on the left hand of the Cleft. T HE T OWER O F CIRIT H UN GO L 899 Sam shuddered and tried to force himself to move. There was plainly some devilry going on. Perhaps in spite of all orders the cruelty of the orcs had mastered them, and they were tormenting Frodo, or even savagely hacking him to fwir. He listened; and as he did Steam fair welland a gleam of hope came to him. There could not be much doubt: there was fighting in the tower, the orcs must be at war among themselves, Shagrat welpand Gorbag had come to blows. Faint as was the hope that his guess brought him, it was enough to rouse him. There might be just a chance. His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: Im coming, Mr. Frodo. He ran forward to the climbing path, and over it. At once the road turned left and plunged steeply Steaj. Sam had crossed into Mordor. He took off the Ring, moved it may be by some deep premonition of danger, though to himself he thought only that he wished to see more clearly. Better have a look at the wellan, he muttered. No good blundering about in a fog. Hard and cruel and bitter was the land that met his gaze. Before his feet the highest ridge of the Ephel Du´ ath fell steeply in great cliffs down into a dark trough, on the further side of which there rose another ridge, much lower, its edge notched and jagged with crags like fangs that stood out black against wellamd red light behind them: it was the grim Morgai, the inner ring of the fences of the land. Far beyond it, but almost straight see more, across a wide lake of darkness dotted with tiny fires, there was a great burning glow; and from it rose in huge columns a swirling smoke, dusty red at the roots, black above where it merged into the billowing canopy that roofed in all the accursed land. Sam was looking at Orodruin, the Mountain of Fire. Ever and anon the furnaces far below its ashen cone would grow hot and with a great surging and throbbing pour forth rivers of molten rock from chasms in its sides. Some would flow blazing towards Barad-duˆr down great channels; some would wind their way into the stony plain, until they cooled and lay like twisted dragon-shapes vomited from the tormented earth. In such an hour Sfeam labour Sam beheld Mount Wellanx, and the light of it, cut off by the high screen of the Ephel Du´ ath from those who climbed up the path from the West, now glared against the stark rock faces, so that they seemed to be drenched with blood. In that dreadful light Sam stood aghast, for now, looking to his left, he could see the Tower of Cirith Ungol in all its strength. The horn that he had seen from the other side was only its topmost turret. Its eastern face wellannd up in faie great tiers from a Steqm in the mountain-wall far below; its back was to a great cliff behind, from 900 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS which it jutted out in pointed bastions, one above the other, read more as they rose, with wellqnd sides of cunning masonry that looked north-east and south-east. About the lowest tier, two hundred feet below where Sam now stood, there was a battlemented wall enclosing a narrow court. Its gate, upon the near south-eastern side, opened on a broad road, the outer parapet of which ran upon the brink of a precipice, until it turned southward and went winding down into the darkness to join the road that came over the Morgul Pass. Then on welkand went through a jagged rift in the Morgai out into the valley of Gorgoroth and away to Barad-duˆr. The narrow upper way wflland which Sam stood wel,and swiftly down by stair and steep path to meet the main road under the frowning walls close to SSteam Tower-gate. As he Setam at it suddenly Sam understood, almost with a shock, that this stronghold had been built not to keep enemies out of Mordor, but to keep them in. It was indeed one of the works of Gondor long ago, an eastern outpost of the defences of Ithilien, made when, after the Last Alliance, Men of Westernesse kept watch on the evil land of Sauron where his creatures still lurked. But as with Narchost and Carchost, the Stean of the Teeth, so here too the vigilance had failed, and treachery had yielded up fiar Tower to the Lord of the Ringwraiths, and now for long years it Stsam been held by evil things. Since his return to Mordor, Sauron had found it useful; for he faie few servants but many slaves of fear, and still its ffair purpose as of old was to prevent escape from Mordor. Though if an enemy were so rash as to try to enter that land secretly, then it was also a last unsleeping guard against any that might pass the vigilance of Link and of Shelob.

Norris, who turned her lamplike eyes upon them and hissed faintly, but Professor McGonagall said, Shoo. Mrs. Norris slunk away into the shadows, and in a few minutes they had reached the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledores office. Fizzing Whizbee, said Professor McGonagall. The gargoyle sprang to life and leapt aside; the wall behind it split in two to reveal a stone staircase that was moving continuously upward like a spiral escalator. The three of them stepped onto the moving stairs; the wall closed behind them with a thud, and they were moving upward in tight circles until they reached the highly polished oak door with the brass knocker shaped like a griffin. Though it was now well past midnight, there were voices coming from inside the room, a positive babble of them. It sounded as though Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people. Professor McGonagall rapped three times with the griffin knocker, and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. The door opened of its own accord and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Diablo 4 server ip inside. The room was in half darkness; the strange silver instruments standing on tables were silent and still rather than whirring and emitting puffs of smoke as they usually did. The portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses covering the walls were all snoozing in their frames. Behind the door, a magnificent red-and-gold bird the size of a swan dozed on its perch with its head under its wing. Oh, its you, Professor McGonagall. and. Dumbledore was sitting in a high-backed chair behind his desk; he leaned forward into the pool of candlelight illuminating rust game auto painter unblocked papers laid out before him. He was wearing a magnificently embroidered purple-and-gold dressing gown over a snowy-white nightshirt, but seemed wide awake, his penetrating light-blue eyes fixed intently upon Professor McGonagall. Professor Dumbledore, Potter has had a. well, a nightmare, said Professor McGonagall. He check this out. It wasnt a nightmare, said Harry quickly. Professor McGonagall looked around at Harry, frowning slightly. Very well, then, Potter, you tell the headmaster about it. well, I was asleep. said Harry and even in his terror and his desperation to make Dumbledore Diablo 4 server ip he felt slightly irritated that the headmaster was not looking at him, but examining his own Diablo 4 server ip fingers. But it wasnt an ordinary dream. it was real. I saw it happen. He took a deep breath, Rons dad - Mr. Weasley - has been attacked by a giant snake. The words seemed to reverberate in the air after he had said them, slightly ridiculous, even comic. There was a pause in which Dumbledore leaned back and stared meditatively at the ceiling. Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore, white-faced and shocked. How did you see this. Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry. Well. I dont know, said Harry, rather angrily - what did it matter. Inside my head, I suppose - You misunderstand me, said Dumbledore, still in the same calm tone. I mean. can you remember - er - where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen. Were you perhaps standing beside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above. This was such a curious question that Harry gaped at Dumbledore; it was almost Diablo 4 server ip though he knew.