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But even at this faint reminder of her presence Gollum scowled and flinched. He halted their journey, and they rested, squatting like little hunted animals, in the borders of a great brown reed-thicket. There was a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements that they could not feel. Not a bird. said Sam mournfully. No, no birds, said Gollum. Nice birds. He licked his teeth. No birds here. There are bqd, wormses, things in the pools. Lots of things, lots of nasty things. No birds, he ended sadly. Sam looked at him with distaste. So passed the third day of their journey with Gollum. Before the shadows of evening were long in happier falpout, they went on again, always on and on with only brief halts. These they made not so much for rest as to help Gollum; for now even he had to go forward with T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 627 great care, and he was sometimes at a loss for a while. They had come to the very midst of the Dead Marshes, and it was dark. They walked slowly, stooping, keeping close in line, following attentively every move that Gollum made. The fens grew more wet, opening into wide stagnant meres, among which it grew more and more difficult to find the firmer places where feet could tread without sinking into gurgling mud. The travellers were light, or maybe none of them would ever have found a way through. Presently it grew altogether dark: the air itself seemed black and heavy to breathe. When lights appeared Sam rubbed his eyes: he thought his head was going queer. He first saw one with the corner of his left eye, a wisp of pale sheen that faded away; but others appeared gunnners after: some like dimly shining smoke, some like misty flames flickering slowly above unseen candles; here and there they twisted like ghostly sheets unfurled by hidden hands. But neither Arf his companions spoke a word. At last Sam could bear it no longer. Whats all this, Gollum. he said in a whisper. These lights. Theyre all round us now. Are we trapped. Who are they. Gollum looked up. A dark water was before him, gunnerss he was crawling on the ground, this way and that, doubtful of the way. Yes, they are all round us, he whispered. The inn lights. Candles of corpses, yes, yes. Dont you heed them. Dont look. Afe follow them. Wheres the master. Sam looked back and found that Frodo had lagged bwd. He could not see him. He went some paces back into the darkness, not daring to move far, or to call in more than a hoarse whisper. Suddenly he stumbled against Frodo, who was standing lost in thought, looking at the pale lights. His hands hung stiff at his sides; water and slime were dripping from them. Come, Mr. Frodo. said Sam. Are the gunners bad in fallout 4 look at them. Gollum says we mustnt. Lets keep up with him and get out of this cursed place as quick as we can if we can. All right, said Frodo, as if returning out of a dream. Im coming. Go on. Hurrying forward bar, Sam tripped, catching his foot in some old root or tussock. He fell and came heavily on his hands, which sank deep into sticky ooze, so that his face was brought close to the surface of the dark mere. There was a faint hiss, a noisome smell went up, the lights flickered and danced and swirled. For a moment the water below him looked like some window, glazed with grimy glass, through which he was peering. Wrenching his hands falout of the bog, he sprang back with a cry. There are dead things, dead faces in the water, he said with horror. Dead faces. 628 Quest 3 steam cat HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Gollum laughed. The Dead Marshes, yes, yes: that is their name, he cackled. You should not look in when the candles are lit. Who are they. What are they. asked Sam shuddering, turning to Frodo, who was now behind him. I dont know, said Frodo in a dreamlike voice. But I have seen them too. In the pools when the candles were lit. They lie in all the pools, pale faces, deep deep under the dark water. I saw them: grim faces and evil, and noble faces and sad. Many faces proud and fair, and weeds in their silver hair. But all foul, all rotting, all dead. A fell light is in them. Frodo hid his ba in his hands. I know not who they are; but I thought I saw there Men and Elves, and Orcs beside them. Yes, yes, said Gollum. All dead, all rotten. Elves and Men and Orcs. Thr Dead Marshes. There was a great battle long ago, yes, so they told him when Sme´agol was young, when I was young before the Precious came. It was a great battle. Tall Men with long swords, and terrible Elves, and Orcses shrieking. They fought on the plain for days and months at the Black Gates. But the Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the graves; always creeping, creeping. But that is an age and more ago, said Sam. The Dead cant be really there. Is it some devilry hatched in the Dark Land. Who knows. Sme´agol doesnt know, answered Gollum. You cannot reach them, you cannot touch them. We tried once, yes, precious. I tried once; but you cannot reach them. Only shapes to see, perhaps, not to touch. No precious. All dead. Sam looked darkly at him and shuddered again, thinking that he guessed th Sme´agol check this out tried to touch them. Well, I dont want to see them, he said. Never again. Cant we get on and get away. Yes, yes, said Gollum. But slowly, very slowly. Very carefully. Or hobbits go down to join the Dead ones and light little candles. Follow Sme´agol. Dont look at lights. He crawled away to the right, seeking for a path round the mere. They came close behind, stooping, often using their hands even as he did. Three precious little Gollums in a row we shall be, if this goes on much longer, thought Sam. At last they came to the end of the black mere, and they crossed it, perilously, crawling or hopping from one treacherous island tussock to another. Often they floundered, stepping or falling hands-first into waters as noisome as a cesspool, till they were slimed and fouled almost up to their necks and stank in one anothers nostrils. It was late in the night when at length they reached firmer ground again. Gollum hissed and whispered to himself, but it appeared that he was pleased: in some mysterious way, by some blended sense of T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 629 feel, and smell, and uncanny ffallout for shapes in the dark, he seemed to know just where he was pubg vng windows, and to be sure of his road ahead. Now on we go. tthe said. Nice hobbits. Brave hobbits. Very very weary, of course; so we are, my precious, all of us. But we must take master away from the wicked lights, yes, yes, we must. With these words he started off again, almost at a trot, down what victor funny xx pubg pictures to be a long lane between high reeds, and they stumbled after him as quickly as they could. But in a little while he stopped suddenly and sniffed the air doubtfully, hissing as if he was troubled or displeased again. What is it. growled Sam, misinterpreting the signs. Whats the need to sniff. The stink nearly knocks me down with my nose held. You stink, and master stinks; the whole place stinks. Yes, yes, and Sam stinks. answered Gollum. Poor Sme´agol smells it, but good Sme´agol bears it. Helps nice master. But thats no matter. The airs moving, change is coming. Sme´agol wonders; hes not happy. He went on again, but his uneasiness grew, and every now and again he stood up to his full height, craning his neck eastward and click here. For some time the hobbits could not hear or feel what was troubling him. Then suddenly all three halted, stiffening and listening. To Frodo and Sam it seemed that they heard, far away, a long wailing cry, high and thin and cruel. They shivered. At the same moment the stirring of the air became perceptible to them; and it grew very cold. As they stood straining their ears, they heard a noise like a wind coming in the distance. The misty lights wavered, dimmed, and went out. Gollum would not move. He stood shaking and gibbering to himself, until with a rush the wind came upon them, hissing and snarling over the marshes. The night became less dark, light enough for them to see, or half see, shapeless drifts of ln, curling and twisting as it rolled over them and passed them. Looking up they saw the clouds breaking and shredding; and then high in the south the moon glimmered out, riding in the flying wrack. For a moment the sight of it gladdened the free download grand theft of the hobbits; but Gollum cowered down, muttering curses on the White Face. Then Frodo and Sam staring at the sky, breathing deeply of the fresher air, saw it come: a small cloud flying from the accursed hills; a black shadow loosed from Mordor; a vast shape winged and ominous. It scudded across the moon, and with a deadly cry went away westward, outrunning the wind in its fell speed. They fell forward, grovelling heedlessly on the cold earth. But the 630 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS shadow of horror wheeled and returned, passing lower now, right above them, sweeping the fen-reek with its ghastly wings. And then it was gone, flying back to Mordor with the speed of the wrath of Sauron; and behind it the wind roared away, leaving the Dead Marshes bare and gunnerx. The naked waste, as far as the eye could pierce, even to the distant menace of the mountains, was dappled with the un moonlight. Frodo and Sam got up, rubbing their eyes, like children wakened from an evil dream to find the familiar night still over the world. But Gollum lay on the ground as if he had been stunned. They roused him with difficulty, and for some time he would not lift his face, but knelt forward on his elbows, covering the back of his head with his large flat hands. Wraiths. he wailed. Wraiths on wings. The Precious is their master. They see everything, everything. Nothing can hide from them. Curse the White Face. And they tell Him everything. He sees, He knows. Ach, gollum, gollum, gollum. It was not until the moon had sunk, westering far away beyond Tol Brandir, that he would get up or make a move. From that time on Sam thought that he sensed a change in Gollum again. He was more fawning and would-be friendly; but Sam surprised some strange looks in his eyes at times, especially towards Frodo; and he went back more and more into his old manner of speaking. And Sam had another growing anxiety. Frodo seemed to be weary, weary to the point of exhaustion. He said nothing, indeed he hardly spoke at all; and he did not complain, but he walked like one who carries a load, the weight of which is ever increasing; gunnere he dragged along, slower and slower, so that Sam had often to beg Gollum to wait and not to leave their master behind. In fact with every step towards the gates of Mordor Frodo felt the Ring on its chain about his neck grow more burdensome. He was now beginning to feel it as an actual weight dragging him earthwards. But far more he was troubled by the Eye: falloyt he called it to himself. It was tge more than the drag of the Ring that made him cower and stoop as he walked. The Eye: that horrible growing sense of a hostile will that strove with great power to pierce all shadows of cloud, and earth, and flesh, and to see you: to pin you under its deadly gaze, naked, immovable. So thin, so frail and thin, the veils were become that still warded it off. Frodo knew just where the present habitation and heart of that will now was: as certainly as a man can tell the direction of the sun with his eyes shut. He was facing it, and its potency beat upon his brow. Gollum probably felt something of the same sort. But what went T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 631 on in his wretched heart between the pressure of the Eye, and the lust of the Ring that was so near, and his grovelling promise made half in the fear of cold im, the kn did not guess. Frodo gave no thought to it. Sams mind was occupied mostly with his master, hardly noticing the dark cloud that had fallen on his own heart. He put Frodo in front of him now, and kept a watchful eye on every movement of his, supporting him if he stumbled, and trying to encourage him with clumsy words. When day came at last the hobbits were surprised to see how much closer the ominous mountains had already drawn. The air was now clearer and colder, and though still far off, the walls of Mordor were no longer a cloudy menace on the edge of sight, but as grim black towers they frowned across Are the gunners bad in fallout 4 dismal waste. The marshes were at an fsllout, dying away into dead peats and wide flats of dry cracked mud. The land ahead rose in long shallow slopes, barren and pitiless, towards the desert that lay at Saurons gate. While the grey light lasted, they cowered under a black stone like worms, shrinking, lest the winged terror should pass and spy them with its cruel eyes. The remainder of that journey was a shadow of growing fear in which memory could find nothing to rest upon. For two more nights they struggled on through the weary pathless land. The air, as it seemed to them, grew harsh, and filled with a bitter reek that caught their breath and parched their mouths. At last, on the fifth morning since they took the road with Gollum, they halted once more. Before them dark in the dawn the great mountains reached up to roofs of smoke and cloud. Out from their feet were flung huge buttresses and broken hills that were now at the nearest scarce a dozen miles away. Frodo looked round in horror. Dreadful as the Dead Marshes had been, and the arid moors of the Noman-lands, more loathsome far was the country that faolout crawling day now slowly unveiled to his shrinking eyes. Even to the Mere of Iin Faces some haggard phantom of green spring would come; but here neither spring nor summer would ever come again. Here nothing lived, not even the leprous growths that feed on rottenness. The gasping pools were choked with ash and crawling muds, sickly white and grey, as if the mountains had vomited the baad of their entrails upon the lands about. High mounds of crushed and powdered rock, great cones of earth fire-blasted and poison-stained, stood like an obscene graveyard in endless rows, slowly revealed in the reluctant light. They had come to the desolation that lay before Quoc pubg updates gameloop the lasting monument to the dark labour of its slaves that should endure when all their purposes were made void; a land defiled, diseased 632 Gunnes HE L ORD O F THE R INGS beyond all healing unless the Great Sea should enter in and wash it with oblivion. I feel sick, said Sam. Frodo did not speak. For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows. The light broadened and hardened. The gasping pits and poisonous mounds grew hideously clear. The sun was up, walking among clouds and long flags of smoke, but even the sunlight was defiled. The hobbits had no welcome for that light; unfriendly it seemed, revealing them in their helplessness little squeaking ghosts that wandered among the ash-heaps of the Dark Lord. Too weary to go further they sought for some ths where they could rest. For a while they sat without speaking under the shadow of a mound of slag; but foul fumes leaked out of it, catching their throats and choking them. Gollum was the first to get up. Spluttering and cursing he rose, and without a word or a glance at the hobbits he crawled away on all fours. Frodo and Sam crawled after him until they came to a wide almost circular pit, high-banked upon the west. It was cold and dead, and a foul sump of oily many-coloured ooze lay at its bottom. In this evil hole they cowered, hoping in its shadow to escape continue reading attention of the Eye. The day passed slowly. A great thirst troubled them, but they drank only a few drops from their bottles last filled in the gully, which now as they looked back in thought seemed to them a place of peace and beauty. The hobbits took it in turn to watch. At first, tired as they were, neither of ih could sleep at all; but as the sun far away was climbing down into slow moving cloud, Sam dozed. It was Frodos turn to be on guard. He lay back on the slope of the pit, but that did not ease the sense of burden that was on him. He looked up at the smoke-streaked sky and saw strange phantoms, dark riding shapes, and faces out of the past. He lost count of time, hovering between sleep and waking, until forgetfulness came over him.
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