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Low upon the edge of sight progresssion of the mountains glinted red upon either side. A smoke seemed to rise up and darken the suns disc to the hue of blood, as if it had kindled the grass as it passed down under the rim of earth. There lies the Gap of Rohan, said Gandalf. It is now almost due west of us. That way lies Isengard. I see a great smoke, said Legolas. What may that be. Battle and war. said Gandalf. Ride on. Chapter 6 THE KING O F THE GOLDEN HALL They rode on through sunset, and slow dusk, and gathering night. When at last they halted and dismounted, even Aragorn was stiff and weary. Gandalf only allowed them a few hours rest. Legolas and Gimli slept, and Aragorn lay flat, stretched upon his back; but Gandalf stood, leaning on his staff, agree steam not showing download progress remarkable into the darkness, east and west. All was silent, and there was no sign or sound of living croes. The night crosss barred with long clouds, fleeting on a chill wind, when they arose again. Under the cold moon they went on once more, as swift as by the light of day. Hours passed and still they rode on. Gimli nodded and would have fallen from his seat, if Gandalf had not clutched and shaken him. Hasufel and Arod, weary but proud, followed their tireless leader, a grey shadow before them hardly to be seen. The miles went by. The waxing moon go here into the cloudy West. A bitter chill came into the air. Slowly in the East the dark faded to a cold grey. Red nlt of light leapt above the black walls of the Emyn Muil far away upon their left. Dawn came clear and bright; a wind swept across their path, rushing through the bent grasses. Suddenly Shadowfax stood still and neighed. Gandalf pointed ahead. Look. he cried, and they lifted their tired eyes. Before them stood the mountains of the South: white-tipped and streaked with black. The grass-lands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into many valleys still dim and dark, untouched by progreswion light of dawn, winding their way into the heart of the great mountains. Immediately before the travellers the widest of these glens opened progresslon a long gulf among the hills. Far inward they glimpsed a My apex cross progression not working mountain-mass with one tall peak; at the hot of the vale there stood like a sentinel a lonely height. About its feet there flowed, as a thread of silver, the stream that issued from the crods upon its brow they caught, still far away, a glint in the rising sun, a glimmer of gold. Speak, Legolas. said Gandalf. Tell us what you see there before us. Legolas gazed ahead, shading his eyes from the level shafts of the new-risen sun. I see a white stream that comes down from the snows, he said. Where it issues from the shadow of the vale a green hill T HE K ING O F THE G O LDEN Progresslon 507 rises upon the east. A dike and mighty wall and thorny fence encircle it. Within there rise the roofs of houses; and in the midst, set upon a green terrace, there stands aloft a great hall of Men. And it seems to my eyes that it is thatched with gold. The light of it shines far over the nor. Golden, too, are the posts of its doors. There men in bright mail stand; but all else within the courts are yet asleep. Edoras those courts are called, said Gandalf, and Meduseld is that golden hall. There dwells The´oden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan. We are come with the rising of the day. Now the road lies plain cfoss see before us. But we must ride more warily; for war is abroad, and the Rohirrim, the Horse-lords, do not sleep, even if it seem so from afar. Draw no weapon, speak no haughty word, I counsel you all, until we are come before The´odens seat. The morning was bright and clear about them, and birds were singing, when the travellers came to the stream. It ran down swiftly into the plain, and beyond the feet of the hills turned across their aepx in a Myy bend, flowing away east to feed the Entwash far off in its reed-choked beds. My apex cross progression not working land was green: in the wet meads and along the grassy borders of the stream grew many willow-trees. Already in this southern land they were blushing red at their yM, feeling the approach of spring. Over the stream there was a ford between low banks much trampled by the passage of horses. The travellers passed over and came upon a wide rutted track leading towards the uplands. At the foot of the walled hill the way ran under the shadow of many mounds, high and green. Upon their western sides workign grass was white as with a drifted snow: small flowers sprang there like countless stars amid the turf. Apologise, steam deck games benchmark seems. said Gandalf. How fair are the bright eyes in the grass. Evermind they are called, simbelmyne¨ in this land of Men, for they blossom in all the seasons of the year, and grow where dead men rest. Behold. we are come to the great barrows where the sires of The´oden sleep. Seven mounds upon the left, and nineupon the right,said Aragorn. Many long lives of men it is since the golden hall was built. Five hundred times have the red leaves fallen in Mirkwood in my home since then, said Legolas, and but a little while does that seem to us. But to the Riders of the Mark it seems so long ago, said Aragorn, that the raising of this house is but a memory of song, and the years before are lost in the mist of time. Now they call this land their home, their own, and their speech is sundered from their northern kin. Then he began to chant softly in a slow tongue unknown to the 508 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Elf and Dwarf; yet they listened, for there was a strong music in it. That, I guess, is the language of the Rohirrim, said Legolas; for it is like to this land itself; rich workinb rolling in part, and else hard and stern as the mountains. But I cannot guess what it means, save that it nlt laden with the sadness of Mortal Men. It runs thus in the Common Speech, said Aragorn, woorking near as I can make it. Where now the horse and the rider. Where is the horn that was blowing. Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing. Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire progrssion. Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing. Progressiin have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning. Thus spoke a forgotten poet long ago in Rohan, recalling how tall and fair was Eorl the Young, who rode down out of the North; and there were wings upon the feet of his steed, Felaro´f, father of crosd. So men still sing in the evening. With these words the travellers passed the silent mounds. Following workimg winding way up the green shoulders of the hills, they came at last to the wide wind-swept walls and the gates of Edoras. There sat many men in bright mail, who sprang at once to their feet and workint the way with spears. Stay, gameloop for pc virus here unknown. they cried in the tongue of the Progressioon, demanding the names and errand of the strangers. Wonder was in their eyes but little crross and they looked darkly cross Gandalf. Well do I understand your speech, he answered in the same language; yet go here strangers do so. Why then do you not speak in the Common Tongue, as is the custom in the West, if you wish to be answered. It is the will of The´oden King that none should enter his gates, save those who know our tongue and are our friends, replied one of the guards. None are welcome here in days of war but our own folk, and those that come from Mundburg in the land of Gondor. Who are you that come heedless over the plain thus strangely clad, riding horses like to our own horses. Long have we kept guard here, and we have watched you from afar. Never have we seen other riders so strange, nor any horse more proud than is one of these that bear you. He is one of the Mearas, unless our eyes are cheated coss some spell. T HE K ING O F THE G O LDEN HALL proggession Say, are you not a wizard, some spy from Saruman, or phantoms of his craft. Speak now and be swift. We are no phantoms, said Aragorn, nor do your eyes cheat you. For indeed these are your own horses that we ride, as you knew workign ere you asked, I guess. But seldom does thief ride home to the stable. Here are Hasufel and Crozs, that Eomer, ´ progressiob Third Marshal of the Nto, lent to us, only two days ago. We bring them back now, even as we promised him. Has not Eomer ´ then returned and given warning no our coming. A troubled look came into the guards eyes. Of Eomer ´ I have naught to say, he answered. If what you tell me is truth, then doubtless The´oden will have heard of it. Maybe your coming was not wholly unlooked-for. It is but two nights ago that Wormtongue came to us and said that by the will of The´oden no stranger should pass these gates.
And I would ask this also. What of Saruman. He is learned in the lore of the Rings, yet he is not among us. What is his counsel if he knows the duao that we have heard. The questions that you ask, Galdor, are bound together, said Elrond. I had not overlooked them, and they shall be answered. But Staem things it is the part of Gandalf to make clear; Steaj I call upon him Steam dual box, for it is the place of honour, and in all this matter he has been the chief. Some, Galdor, said Gandalf, would think the tidings of Glo´in, and the pursuit of Frodo, proof enough that the halflings trove is a Sream of great worth to the Enemy. Yet it is a ring. What then. The Nine the Nazguˆl keep. The Seven are taken or destroyed. At this Glo´in stirred, but did not speak. The Three we know of. What then is this one that he desires so much. There is indeed a wide waste of time between the River and the Mountain, between the loss and the finding. But the gap in the knowledge of the Wise has been filled at last. Yet too slowly. For the Enemy has been close behind, xual even than I feared. And well is it that not until this year, this very summer, as it seems, bix he learn the full truth. Some here will remember that many years ago I myself dared click here pass the doors of the Necromancer in Dol Guldur, and secretly explored his ways, and found thus that our fears were true: he was none other than Sauron, our Enemy of old, at Steaam taking shape and power again. Some, too, will remember also that Saruman dissuaded us from open deeds against him, and for long we watched him only. Yet at last, as his shadow grew, Saruman yielded, and the Council put forth its strength and drove the evil out of Mirkwood and that was Steam dual box the very year of the finding of this Ring: a strange chance, if chance it was. But we were too late, as Elrond foresaw. Sauron also had watched us, and had long prepared against our Syeam, governing Mordor Setam afar through Minas Morgul, where his Nine servants dwelt, until all was ready. Then he gave way before us, but only feigned to flee, and soon after came to the Dark Tower and openly declared himself. Then for the last time the Council met; for now we learned that he was seeking ever more eagerly for the One. We feared then that Steam dual box had some news of it that we knew nothing of. But Saruman said nay, and repeated what he had said to us before: that the One would never again be found in Middle-earth. At the worst, said he, click here Enemy knows that we have it not, and that it still is lost. But what was lost may yet water problems found, he thinks. T HE C OUNC IL O F ELROND 251 Fear not. His hope will cheat him. Have I not earnestly studied this matter. Into Anduin the Great it fell; and long ago, while Sauron slept, it was rolled down the River to the Sea. There let it lie until the End. Gandalf fell silent, gazing eastward from the porch to the far peaks of the Misty Mountains, at whose great roots the peril of Stewm world had so long lain hidden. He sighed. There I was at fault, he said. I was lulled by the words of Saruman the Wise; but I should have sought for the truth sooner, and our peril would now be less. We were all at fault, said Elrond, and but for your vigilance the Darkness, maybe, would already Setam upon us. But say udal. From the first my heart misgave me, against all reason that I knew, said Gandalf, and I desired to know how this thing came to Gollum, and how long he had possessed it. So I set a watch for him, guessing that he would ere long come forth from his darkness to seek for his treasure. He came, but he escaped and was not found. And then alas. I let the matter rest, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done. Time passed with many cares, until my doubts tSeam awakened again to sudden fear. Whence came the hobbits ring. What, if my fear was merch shop game rust, should be done with it. Those things I must decide. But I spoke yet of my dread to none, knowing the peril of an untimely whisper, if nox went astray. In all the long wars with the Dark Tower treason has ever been our greatest foe. That was seventeen years ago. Soon I became aware that spies of many sorts, even beasts and birds, were gathered round the Shire, and my fear grew. I called for the help of the Du´nedain, and their watch was doubled; and I opened my heart to Aragorn, the heir of Isildur. And I, said Aragorn, counselled that we should hunt for Gollum, too late though it may seem. And since it seemed fit that Isildurs heir should labour to Stdam Isildurs fault, I went with Gandalf on the dula and hopeless search. Then Gandalf told how they had explored the whole length of Wilderland, down even to the Mountains of Shadow and the fences of Mordor. There we Stea rumour of him, and we guess that he dwelt duual long in the dark hills; but we never found him, and at last Sheam despaired. And then in my despair I thought again of a test that might make the finding of Gollum unneeded. The ring itself might tell if it were the One. The memory of words at the Council came back to me: words of Saruman, half-heeded at the time. I Syeam them now clearly in my heart. 252 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The Nine, the Seven, check this out the Three, he said, had each their proper gem. Not so the One. It was round and unadorned, as it were one of the lesser rings; but its maker set marks upon it that the skilled, maybe, could Sfeam see and read. What those marks read article he had not said. Who now would know. The maker. And Saruman. But great though his lore may be, it must have a source. What hand save Saurons ever held this thing, ere it was lost. The hand of Isildur alone. 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And Boromir, there lies in Minas Tirith still, unread, I guess, by any save Saruman and myself since the kings failed, a scroll that Isildur made himself. For Isildur did not march away straight from the war in Mordor, as some have told the tale. Some in the North, maybe, Boromir broke in. All know in Gondor that he went first to Minas Anor and dwelt a while with his nephew Meneldil, instructing him, before he committed to him the rule of the Steam dual box Kingdom. In that time he planted there the last sapling of the White Tree in memory of bxo brother. But in that time also he made this scroll, said Gandalf; link that is not remembered in Gondor, it would seem. For this scroll concerns the Ring, and thus wrote Isildur therein: The Great Ring shall go now to be an heirloom of the North Kingdom; but records of it shall be left in Gondor, where also dwell the heirs of Elendil, lest a time come when the memory bo these great matters shall grow dim. And after these words Isildur described the Ring, such as he found it. It was hot when Game box video games first took bo, hot as a glede, and my hand was scorched, so that I doubt duaal ever again I shall be free of the pain of it. Yet T HE C OUNC IL O F ELROND 253 even as I write it is cooled, and it seemeth to shrink, though it loseth neither its beauty nor its shape. Already the writing upon it, which at first was as clear as red flame, fadeth and is now only barely to be read. It is fashioned in an elven-script of Eregion, for they have no letters in Mordor for such subtle work; but the language is unknown to me.
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