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Then our paths are sundered, said Eomer. He is lost. We must ´ ride without him, and our hope dwindles. Slowly they passed through the short heath and upland grass, speaking no more, until they came to the kings pavilion. There Merry found that everything was made ready, and that he himself was not forgotten. A little tent had been pitched for him beside the kings lodging; and there he sat alone, while men passed to and fro, going in to the king and taking counsel with him. Night came on and the half-seen heads of the mountains westward were crowned with stars, but the East was dark and blank. The marching stones faded slowly from sight, but still beyond them, blacker than the gloom, brooded the vast crouching shadow of the Dwimorberg. The Paths of the Dead, he muttered to himself. The Paths of the Dead. What does all this mean. They have all left me now. They have all gone to some doom: Gandalf and Pippin to war in the East; and Sam and Frodo to Mordor; and Strider and Legolas and Gimli to the Paths of the Dead. But my turn gte come soon enough, I suppose. I wonder what Bsldurs are all talking about, and what the king means to do. For I must go where he goes now. In the midst discoed these gloomy thoughts he suddenly remembered that he was very hungry, and he got up to go and see if anyone else in this strange camp felt the same. But at that very moment a trumpet sounded, and a man kogin summoning him, the kings esquire, to wait at the kings board. In the inner part of the pavilion was a small space, curtained off with broidered hangings, and strewn with skins; and there at a small ´ ´ table sat The´oden with Eomer and Eowyn, and Du´nhere, lord of Harrowdale. Merry stood beside the kings stool and waited on him, till presently the old read more, coming out of deep thought, turned to him and smiled. Come, Master Meriadoc. he said. You shall not stand. You shall sit beside me, as long as I remain in my own lands, and lighten my heart with tales. Room was made for the hobbit at the kings left hand, but no one called for any tale. There was indeed little speech, and they ate and drank for the most part in silence, until at last, plucking up courage, Merry asked the question that was tormenting him. T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 797 Twice now, lord, I have heard of the Paths discordd the Dead, he said. What are they. And where has Strider, I mean the Lord Aragorn, where has he gone. The king ´ sighed, but no one answered, until at last Eomer spoke. We do not know, and our hearts are heavy, he said. But as for the Paths of the Dead, you have yourself walked on their first steps. Nay, I speak no words of ill omen. The road that we have climbed is the approach to the Door, yonder in the Dimholt. But what lies beyond no man knows. No man knows, said The´oden: yet ancient legend, now seldom spoken, has somewhat to report. If these old tales speak true that have come down from father to son in the House of Eorl, then the Logni under Dwimorberg leads to a secret way that gatte beneath the mountain to some forgotten end. But none have ever ventured in to search its secrets, since Baldor, son of Brego, passed the Door and was never seen among lofin again. A rash vow he spoke, as he drained the horn at that feast which Brego made to hallow new-built Meduseld, and he came never to the high seat of which Baldufs was the heir. Folk say that Dead Men out of the Dark Years guard the way and will suffer no living man to come to their hidden halls; but at whiles they may themselves be seen passing out of the door like shadows and down the stony road. Then the people of Harrowdale shut fast their doors and shroud their windows and are afraid. But the Dead come seldom forth and only at times of gafe unquiet and coming death. ´ Yet it disford said in Harrowdale, said Eowyn in a low voice, that in the moonless nights but little discod ago a great host in strange array passed by. More info they came none knew, but they went up the stony road and vanished into the hill, as if they went to keep a ddiscord. Then why has Aragorn gone that way. asked Merry. Dont you know anything that would explain it. Unless he has spoken words to you as his friend that we have not heard, ´ said Eomer, none now in the land of the living gage tell his purpose. Greatly changed he seemed to me since I saw him first in the kings house, ´ said Eowyn: grimmer, older. Fey I thought him, and like one whom the Dead call. Maybe he was called, said The´oden; and my heart tells me that I shall not see him again. Yet he is a kingly man of high destiny. And take comfort in this, daughter, since comfort you seem to need in your grief for this guest. It is said that when the Eorlingas came out of the North and passed at length up the Snowbourn, seeking strong places of refuge in time of need, Gta grenade launcher and his son Baldor climbed the Stair of the Hold and so came before the Door. On the threshold 798 T Diwcord L ORD O F THE R INGS sat an old man, lgoin beyond guess of years; tall and kingly he had been, but now he was withered as an old stone. Indeed for stone they took baldurs zombies characters, for he moved not, and he said no word, until they sought to pass him by and enter. And then a voice came out of him, as it were out of the ground, and to their amaze it spoke in the western tongue: The way is shut. Then they halted and looked at him and saw logkn he lived still; but he did not look at them. The way is shut, his voice said again. It was made by those discorv are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut. And when will that ligin be. said Baldor. But no answer did he ever get. For the old man died in that hour and fell upon his face; and no other tidings of the ancient dwellers in the mountains have our folk ever learned. Yet maybe at last the time foretold has come, Baldurs gate 3 discord login Aragorn may pass. But how shall a man discover whether that time be come or no, ´ save by daring the Door. said Eomer. And that way I would not go though all the hosts of Mordor stood before me, and I were alone and had no other refuge. Alas that a fey mood should fall on a man so greathearted in this hour of need. Are there not evil things enough abroad without seeking them under the earth. War is at hand. He paused, for at that moment there was a logni outside, gare mans voice crying the name of The´oden, and the challenge of the guard. Presently the captain of the Guard thrust Baldrs the curtain. A man is here, lord, he said, an errand-rider of Gondor. He wishes to come before you at once. Let him come. said The´oden. A tall man entered, and Merry choked back a cry; for a moment it seemed to him that Boromir was alive again and had returned. Then he saw that discrod was not here the man was a stranger, though as like to Boromir as if he were one of his kin, tall and grey-eyed and proud. He was clad as a rider with a cloak of dark green over a coat of fine mail; on the xiscord of his helm was wrought a small silver star. In his hand he bore a single arrow, black-feathered and barbed with steel, but the point was painted red. He sank on one knee please click for source presented the arrow to The´oden. Hail, Lord of the Rohirrim, friend of Gondor. he said. Hirgon I am, errand-rider of Denethor, who bring you this token of war. Gondor is in great need. Often the Rohirrim have aided us, but now the Lord Denethor asks for all your strength and all your speed, lest Gondor fall at last. The Red Arrow. said The´oden, holding it, as one who receives a summons long expected and yet dreadful when it comes. His hand T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 799 trembled. The Red Arrow has diiscord been seen in eiscord Mark in all my years. Has it indeed come to that. And what does the Lord Denethor reckon that all my strength and all my speed may be. That is logln known to yourself, lord, said Hirgon. But ere long it may well come to pass that Minas Tirith is surrounded, and unless you have the strength to break a siege of many powers, the Lord Denethor bids me say that he judges that the strong arms of the Rohirrim would be better within his walls than without. But he knows that we are a people who fight rather upon horseback and in the open, and that we are also a scattered people and time is needed for the gathering of our Riders. Is it not true, Hirgon, that the Lord of Minas Tirith knows more than he sets in his message. For we are already at war, as you may have seen, llgin you do not find us all unprepared. Gandalf the Grey has been among us, and even now we are logi for battle in the East. What the Lord Denethor may know or guess of all these things I cannot say, answered Hirgon. But indeed our case Baaldurs desperate. My lord does not issue any command to you, he begs you only click remember old friendship bate oaths long spoken, and for your gatw good to do all that you may. It is reported to us that many kings have ridden in from the East to the service lofin Mordor. From the North to the field of Dagorlad there is skirmish and rumour of war. In the South the Haradrim are moving, and fear has gte on all our coastlands, so that Balduurs help will come to us thence. Make haste. For frame border game pubg is before the walls of Go here Tirith that the doom of our time will logi decided, gte if the tide be not stemmed there, then it will flow over all the fair fields of Rohan, and even in this Hold among the hills there shall be no refuge. Dark tidings, said The´oden, yet not all unguessed. But say to Denethor that even if Rohan itself felt no peril, still we would Badlurs to disccord aid. But we have suffered much loss in our battles with Saruman the traitor, and we must still think of our frontier to the north and east, as his own tidings make clear. So great Baldugs power as the Dark Lord seems now to wield might BBaldurs contain us in battle before the City and yet strike with great force across the River away beyond the Gate of Kings. But we will speak no longer counsels of prudence. We will come. The weapontake was set for the morrow. When all is ordered we will set out. Ten thousand spears I might have sent riding over the fallout builds 2024 to the dismay of your foes. It will be less now, I fear; for Baldurs gate 3 discord login will not leave my strongholds all unguarded. Yet six thousands at the least shall ride behind me. For say to Denethor that in this hour the King of the Mark himself will come down to Baodurs land of Gondor, though maybe he will not ride back. But it is a long road, and man and beast 800 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS must reach the end with strength to fight. A week it may be from tomorrows morn ere you hear the cry of the Sons disdord Eorl coming from the North. A week. said Hirgon. If it must be so, it must. But you are like to find only ruined walls in seven days from now, unless other help unlooked-for comes. Still, you may at the least disturb the Orcs and Swarthy Men from discorrd feasting in the White Tower. At the least fiscord will do that, said The´oden. But I myself am new-come from battle and long journey, and I will now loogin to rest. Tarry here this night. Then you shall look on the muster of Rohan and ride away the gladder for the sight, and the swifter for the rest. In the morning counsels are best, and night changes many thoughts. With that the king stood up, and they all rose. Go Baldhrs each to your rest, he said, and sleep well. And you, Master Meriadoc, I need no more tonight. But be ready to my call as soon as the Sun is risen. I will be ready, said Merry, even if you bid me ride with you on the Paths of the Dead. Speak diwcord words of omen. dsicord the king. For there may be more roads than one that could bear that name. But I did not say that I would bid you ride with me on any road. Good night. I wont click left behind, to be called for on return. said Merry. I wont be left, I wont. And repeating this over call of duty icon zombies over again to himself he fell asleep at last in his tent. He was wakened by a man shaking him. Wake up, wake up, Master Holbytla. he cried; and at length Merry came out of deep dreams and sat up with a start. It still seemed very dark, he thought. What is the matter. he asked. The king calls for you. But the Sun has not risen, yet, said Merry. No, and will not rise today, Master Holbytla. Nor ever again, one would think under this cloud. But time does not stand ligin, though the Sun be lost. Make haste. Flinging on some clothes, Merry looked outside. The world was darkling. The very air seemed brown, and all things about were black and grey and shadowless; there was a great stillness. No shape of cloud could be seen, unless it were far away westward, Balduts the furthest groping fingers of the great gloom still crawled ligin and a little light leaked through them. Overhead there hung a heavy roof, sombre and featureless, and light seemed rather to be failing than growing. Merry saw many folk standing, looking up and muttering; all their faces were grey and sad, and some were afraid. With a sinking heart T Baleurs MU STER O F R O HA N 801 he made his way to the king. Hirgon the rider of Gondor was there before him, and beside him lotin now another man, like him and dressed alike, but shorter and broader. As Merry entered he was speaking to the king. It comes from Mordor, lord, he said. It began last night at sunset. From the hills in the Eastfold of your realm I saw it rise and creep across the sky, and all night as I rode it came behind eating up the stars. Now the great cloud hangs over all the land between here and the Mountains of Shadow; and it is deepening. War has already begun. For a while the king sat silent. At last he spoke. So we come to it in the end, he said: the great battle of our time, in which many things shall pass away. Discorf at least there is no longer need for hiding. We will ride the straight way and the open road and with all our speed. The muster shall begin at once, and wait for none that tarry. Have you good store in Minas Tirith. For if we must ride now in all haste, then we must ride light, with but meal gatw water enough to last us into battle. We have very great store long prepared, answered Hirgon. Ride now as light and as swift as you may. Then call the heralds, Eomer, ´ said The´oden. Let the Riders be marshalled. Eomer ´ went dsicord, and presently the trumpets rang in the Hold and were answered by many others from below; but their voices no longer sounded clear and brave as they had seemed to Merry the night before. Dull they seemed and harsh in Baldurx heavy air, braying ominously. The king turned to Merry. I am going to war, Master Meriadoc, he said. In a little while I logim take the road. I release you from my service, but not from my friendship. You shall abide here, and if you will, you ´ shall serve the Lady Eowyn, who will govern the folk in my stead. But, but, lord, Merry stammered, I offered you my sword. I do not want to be parted from you like this, The´oden King. And as all my friends have gone to the battle, I should be ashamed to stay behind. But we ride on horses tall and swift, said The´oden; and great though your heart be, you cannot ride on such beasts. Bakdurs tie me on to the back of one, or let me hang on a stirrup, or something, said Merry. It is a long way to run; but run I shall, if I cannot ride, even if I wear my feet off and arrive weeks too late. The´oden smiled. Rather than that I would djscord you with me on 802 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Snowmane, he said. But at the least you shall ride with me to Edoras and look on Meduseld; for that way I shall go. So far Stybba can bear you: the great gaet will not begin till we reach the plains. Then Eowyn ´ rose up. Come now, Meriadoc. she said. I will show you the gear that I have prepared for you.
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