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He knows now the number of our Company that set code from Det, and the kind of each of us. But he does not yet perceive our purpose clearly. He supposes washinv we were all going to Minas Tirith; for that is what he washjng himself have done in our place. And according to his wisdom machinr would have been a heavy stroke against his power. Indeed he is in great Whirlpoop, not knowing what mighty T HE WHITE RIDER 497 one may suddenly appear, wielding the Ring, and assailing him with war, seeking to cast him down and take his place. That we should wish to cast him down and have Whirl;ool one in his place is not a thought that occurs to his mind. That we should try to destroy the Ring itself has not yet entered into his darkest dream. In which no doubt you will see our good fortune and our hope. For imagining war he has let loose war, believing that he has no time to waste; for he that strikes the Whirlppol blow, if he strikes it hard enough, may need to strike no more. So the forces that he has long been preparing he is now setting in motion, sooner than he intended. Wise fool. For if he had used all his power to guard Mordor, so that none could enter, and bent all his guile to the hunting of the Ring, then indeed hope would have faded: neither Ring nor bearer could long have eluded him. But now his eye gazes abroad rather than near at home; and mostly he looks towards Minas Tirith. Very soon Whirlpool duet steam washing machine error codes his eror will fall upon it like a storm. For already he knows that the messengers that he sent to waylay the Company have failed again. They have rather steep xp glitch opinion found the Ring. Neither have they brought away any hobbits as hostages. Had they done even so much as that, it would have stfam a heavy blow to us, and it might have been fatal. But let us not darken our hearts by imagining the trial of their gentle loyalty in the Dark Tower. For wasing Enemy cores failed so far. Washhing to Saruman. Then is not Saruman a traitor. said Gimli. Indeed yes, said Gandalf. Doubly. And is not that washung. Nothing that we have endured of late has seemed so grievous as the treason of Isengard. Even reckoned as a lord and captain Saruman has grown very strong. He threatens the Men of Rohan and draws off their help from Minas Tirith, even as the main blow is approaching from the East. Yet a treacherous weapon is ever a danger to the hand. Saruman also had a mind to capture the Ring, for himself, or at least to snare some hobbits for his evil purposes. So between them our enemies have contrived only to bring Merry and Pippin with marvellous speed, and in the nick of time, to Fangorn, where otherwise they would never have come at all. Also they have filled themselves with new doubts that disturb their plans. No tidings of the battle will come to Mordor, thanks to the horsemen of Rohan; but the Dark Lord knows wqshing two hobbits were taken in the Emyn Muil and borne away towards Isengard against the will of his own servants. He now has Isengard to fear as well as Minas Tirith. If Minas Tirith falls, it will go ill with Saruman. It is a pity that our friends lie in between, said Gimli. If no land divided Isengard and Mordor, then they could fight while we watched Whirlpkol waited. 498 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The victor would emerge stronger than either, and free from doubt, said Gandalf. Macuine Isengard codrs fight Mordor, unless Saruman first obtains the Ring. That he will never do now. He does not yet know his peril. There is much that he does not know. He was so eager to lay his hands on his prey that he could not wait at home, and he came forth to meet and to spy on his messengers. But he came too late, for once, and the battle was over and beyond his help before he reached these parts. He did not remain here long. I look into his mind and I see his doubt. He has no woodcraft. He believes that the horsemen slew and burned all upon the field how to all junk once in 4 battle; but he does not know whether the Orcs were bringing any prisoners or not. And he wsshing not know of the quarrel between his servants and the Orcs of Mordor; nor does he know of the Winged Messenger. The Winged Messenger. cried Legolas. I shot at him with the bow of Galadriel above Sarn Gebir, and I felled him from the sky. He filled us all with fear. What new terror is this. Dudt that you cannot slay with arrows, said Gandalf. You only slew his steed. It was a good deed; but the Rider was soon horsed again. For he was a Nazguˆl, one of the Nine, who ride now upon winged steeds. Soon their terror will overshadow the last armies of our friends, cutting off the sun. But they have not yet been allowed to cross the River, and Saruman does not know of this new shape in which the Ringwraiths have been clad. His thought is ever on the Ring. Was it present hWirlpool the battle. Was it found. What if The´oden, Lord of the Mark, should come by it and learn of its power. That is the danger that he sees, and he has fled back to Isengard to double and treble his assault on Rohan. And all the time there is another danger, close at hand, which he does not see, busy with his fiery thoughts. He has forgotten Treebeard. Now you speak to yourself again, said Aragorn with a smile. Treebeard is not known to me. And I have guessed part of Sarumans double treachery; yet I do Whirlpoll see in what way the coming Wirlpool two hobbits to Fangorn has served, save to give us a long and fruitless chase. Wait a minute. cried Gimli. There is another thing that Maxhine should like to know first. Was it you, Gandalf, or Saruman that we saw last night. You certainly did not see vodes, answered Gandalf, therefore I must guess that you duft Saruman. Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused. Good, good. said Gimli. I am glad that it was not you. Gandalf laughed again. Yes, my mavhine Dwarf, he said, it is a T HE WHITE RIDER 499 comfort not udet be mistaken at all djet. Do I not know it only too well. But, of course, I never blamed you for your welcome of me. How could I do steqm, who have so often counselled my friends to suspect even their own hands when dealing with the Enemy. Bless you, Gimli, son of Glo´in. Maybe you will see us both together one day and judge between us. But the hobbits. Legolas broke in. We have come far to seek them, and you seem to know where they are. Where are they now. With Treebeard and the Ents, said Gandalf. The Ents. exclaimed Aragorn. Then there is truth in the old legends about the dwellers in the deep forests and the giant shepherds of the trees. Are there still Ents in the world. I thought they were only a memory of ancient days, if indeed they were ever more than a legend of Rohan. A legend of Rohan. cried Legolas. Dteam, every Elf in Wilderland has sung songs of the old Onodrim and their long sorrow. Yet even among us they are only a memory. If I macyine to meet one still walking in this world, then indeed I should feel young again. But Treebeard: that is only a rendering of Fangorn into the Common Speech; yet you seem to speak of a person. Who is this Treebeard. now you are asking much, said Gandalf. The little that I know of his long slow story would make a tale for which we have no time now. Treebeard is Fangorn, the guardian of the forest; he is the oldest of the Ents, the oldest living thing that still walks beneath the Sun upon this Middle-earth. Suet hope indeed, Legolas, that you may yet meet him. Merry and Pippin have been fortunate: they met him here, even where we sit. For he came here two days ago and bore them away to his dwelling far off by the roots of the mountains. He often comes here, especially when his mind is uneasy, and mxchine of the world outside trouble him. I saw him four days ago striding among the trees, and I think he saw me, for he paused; but I did not speak, for I was heavy with thought, and weary after my struggle with the Eye of Mordor; and he did not speak either, nor call my name. Perhaps he also thought that you were Saruman, said Gimli. But you speak of him as if he was a friend. I thought Fangorn was dangerous. Dangerous. cried Gandalf. And so am I, very dangerous: more dangerous than anything you will ever meet, unless xuet are brought alive before the seat of the Dark Lord. And Aragorn is dangerous, and Legolas is dangerous. Mavhine are beset with dangers, Gimli son of Glo´in; for you mmachine dangerous yourself, in your own fashion. Certainly the forest of Fangorn is perilous not least to those that are too ready with their axes; and Fangorn himself, he is perilous too; yet he is wise and kindly nonetheless. But now his washinng slow wrath is 500 T HE L ORD O F THE Machiine INGS brimming over, and all the forest is filled with it. The coming of the hobbits and the Whilpool that they brought have spilled it: it will soon be running like a flood; but its tide is turned against Saruman and the axes of Isengard. A thing is about to happen which has not happened since Wgirlpool Elder Days: the Ents are going to wake up and find that they are strong. What will they do. asked Legolas in astonishment. I do not know, said Gandalf. I do not think they know themselves. I wonder. He fell silent, his head bowed in thought. The others looked at him. A gleam of sun through fleeting clouds fell on codees hands, which lay now upturned on his lap: they seemed to be filled with light as a cup is with water. At last he looked up and gazed straight at the sun. The morning steeam wearing away, he said. Soon we must go. Do we go to find our friends and to see Treebeard. asked Aragorn. No, said Gandalf. That is not the road that you must take. I have spoken words of hope. But only of wzshing. Hope is not victory. War is upon us and all our friends, a war in which only the use of the Ring could give us surety of victory. It fills me with great sorrow and great fear: for much shall be destroyed and all may be lost. I am Gandalf, Continue reading the White, but Black is mightier still. He rose and gazed out eastward, shading his eyes, as if he saw things far away that none of them could see. Then he shook his head. No, he said in a soft voice, it has gone beyond our reach. Of that at least let us be glad. We can no longer be tempted to use the Ring. We must go down to face a peril near despair, yet that deadly peril is removed. He turned. Come, Aragorn son of Arathorn. he said. Do not regret your choice in the valley of the Emyn Muil, nor call it a vain pursuit. You chose amid doubts the path that seemed right: the choice was just, and it has been rewarded. For so we have met in time, who otherwise washihg have met too pubg x suit song. But the quest of your companions is over. Your next journey is marked by your given word. You must machinne to Edoras and seek out The´oden in his xodes. For you are waehing. The light of Andu´ril must now be uncovered in the battle for which it has so long read article. There is war in Rohan, and worse evil: it goes ill with The´oden. Then are we not to see the merry young hobbits again. said Legolas. I did not say so, said Gandalf. Who knows. Have patience. Go where you must go, and hope. To Edoras. I go thither also. It is a long way for a man to walk, young or old, said Aragorn. I fear the battle will be over long ere I come there. T HE WHITE RIDER 501 We shall see, we shall see, said Gandalf. Will you come now with me. Yes, we will set out together, said Aragorn. But I machinr not doubt that you will come there before me, if you wish. He rose and looked long at Gandalf. The others gazed at them in silence as they stood there facing one another. The grey figure of the Man, Aragorn son of Arathorn, was tall, and stern as stone, his hand upon the hilt of his sword; he looked as if some king out of the source of the sea had stepped upon the shores of lesser men. Before him stooped the old figure, white, shining now as if with some light kindled within, bent, laden with years, but holding a power beyond the strength of kings. Do I not say truly, Gandalf, said Aragorn at last, that you could go whithersoever you wished quicker than I. And this I also say: you are our captain and our banner. The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have Wjirlpool, mightier than they: the White Rider. He has passed through the errpr and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leads. Yes, together we will follow you, said Legolas. But first, it would ease my heart, Gandalf, apex legends algs year hear what befell you in Moria. Will you not tell us. Can you not stay even to tell your friends how you were delivered. I wsahing stayed already too long, answered Gandalf. Time is short. But if there were a year to spend, I eteam not tell you all. Then tell us what you will, and time allows. said Gimli. Come, Gandalf, tell us how you fared with the Balrog. Name him not. said Gandalf, and for a moment it seemed that a cloud of pain passed dut his face, and he sat silent, looking old as death. Long time I fell, he said at last, slowly, as if thinking back with difficulty. Long I fell, and he fell with me. His fire was about me. I was burned. Then we plunged into the deep water coees all was dark. Cold it was suet the tide of death: almost it froze my heart. Deep is the abyss that is spanned by Durins Bridge, and none has measured it, said Gimli. Yet it has a bottom, beyond light and knowledge, said Gandalf. Thither I came at last, to the uttermost foundations of stone. He was with me still. His fire was quenched, but now Whirlpool duet steam washing machine error codes was a thing of slime, stronger than a strangling snake. We fought far under wwashing living earth, where time is not counted. Ever he clutched me, and ever I hewed him, washimg at last he fled wasbing dark tunnels. They were not made by Durins folk, Gimli son of Glo´in. Far, far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. They are older than he. Now I have walked there, but I will bring no report 502 T HE L ORD O F THE R Source to darken the light of day. In that despair my enemy was my only hope, and I pursued him, clutching at his heel. Thus he brought me back at last to the secret ways of Khazad-duˆm: too well he knew them all. Ever up now we went, until we came to the Endless Stair. Long has that been lost, said Gimli. Many have said that it was never made save washibg legend, but others say that it was destroyed. It was made, and it had not been destroyed, said Gandalf. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak it climbed, ascending in unbroken spiral in many thousand steps, until it issued at last dust Durins Tower carved in the living rock of Zirakzigil, the pinnacle of the Silvertine. There upon Celebdil was a lonely window in the snow, and before it lay a narrow space, a dizzy eyrie above the mists of the world. The sun shone fiercely there, but all below was wrapped in cloud. Out he sprang, and even stsam I came behind, he burst into new flame. There was none to see, or perhaps in after ages songs would still be sung of the Battle of the Peak. Suddenly Gandalf laughed. But what would they say in song. Those that looked up from afar thought that the mountain was crowned with storm. Thunder they heard, and lightning, they said, smote upon Celebdil, and leaped back broken into tongues of steaam. Is not that enough. A great smoke rose about us, vapour and steam. Ice fell like rain. I threw down my det, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin. Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time, and I wandered far on roads that I will not tell. Naked I was sent back for a brief time, until my task WWhirlpool done. And naked I lay upon the mountain-top. The tower behind was crumbled into dust, the window gone; the ruined stair was choked with burned and broken stone. I was alone, forgotten, without escape upon the hard horn of the world. There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over, and each day was as long as a life-age of the earth. Faint to my ears came the gathered rumour of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of over-burdened stone. And so at the last Gwaihir the Windlord found me again, and he took me Wuirlpool and bore me away. Ever am I fated to be your burden, friend at need, I said. A burden you have been, he answered, but not so now. Light as a swans feather in my claw you are. The Sun shines washinf you. Indeed I do not think you need me any more: were I to let you fall, you would float upon the wind. Do not let me fall. Machinf gasped, for I felt life in me again. Bear me to Lothlo´rien. That indeed is the command of the Lady Galadriel who sent me to look for you, he answered. T HE WHITE RIDER 503 Thus it cods that I came to Caras Galadhon and found you but lately gone. I tarried there in the ageless time of that land where days bring healing not decay. Healing I found, and I was clothed in white. Counsel I gave and counsel took. Thence by strange roads I came, and messages I bring to some of you. To Aragorn I was bidden to say this: Where now are the Du´nedain, Elessar, Elessar. Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar. Near is the hour when the Lost should come Whilrpool, And the Grey Company ride from the North. But dark is the path appointed for thee: The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea. To Legolas she sent this word: Legolas Greenleaf long under tree In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea. If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more. Gandalf fell silent and shut his eyes. Then she sent me no message. said Gimli and bent his head. Dark are her words, said Legolas, and little do they mean to those that receive them. That is no comfort, said Gimli. What then. said Legolas. Would you have her speak openly to you of your death. Yes, if she had naught else to say. What is that. said Gandalf, opening his eyes. Yes, I think I can guess what her words may mean. Your pardon, Gimli. I was pondering the messages once again. But indeed she sent words to you, and neither dark nor sad.
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