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Frodo gave a cry and groped for the tongs; but Gandalf held him back. Wait. he said in penswcola commanding voice, giving Frodo a quick look from under his bristling brows. 50 T HE L ORD O F Pensaclla R INGS No apparent change came over the ring. After a while Gandalf got up, closed the shutters outside the window, and drew the curtains. The room became dark and silent, though the clack of Sams shears, now nearer to the windows, could still be heard faintly from the garden. For a moment the wizard stood looking at the fire; then he stooped and removed the ring to the hearth with the tongs, and at once picked it up. Frodo gasped. It is quite cool, said Gandalf. Take it. Frodo received it on his shrinking palm: it seemed to have become thicker and heavier than ever. Hold it up. said Gandalf. And look closely. As Frodo did so, he now saw fine lines, finer than the finest penstrokes, running along the ring, outside and inside: joinh of fire that seemed to form the letters of a flowing script. They shone Steam joint pensacola bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth. I cannot read the fiery letters, said Frodo in a quavering voice. No, said Gandalf, but I can. The letters are Elvish, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here. But this in the Common Tongue is what is said, close enough: One Ring to rule them continue reading, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them see more and in the darkness bind them. It is only two lines of a verse long known in Elven-lore: Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness ioint them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. He paused, and then said slowly in a deep voice: This is the Master-ring, the One Ring to rule them all. This is the One Ring T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 51 that he lost many ages ago, penzacola the great weakening of his power. He greatly desires it but he must not get it. Frodo sat silent and motionless. Fear seemed to stretch out a vast hand, pensacila a dark cloud rising in the East and looming up to engulf him. This ring. he stammered. How, how on earth did it come to me. said Gandalf. That is a very long story. The beginnings lie back in the Black Years, which only the lore-masters now remember. If I were to tell you all that tale, we should still be sitting here when Spring had passed into Winter. But last night I told you of Sauron the Great, the Dark Lord. The rumours that you have heard are true: he has indeed arisen again and left his hold in Mirkwood and returned to his ancient fastness in the Dark Tower of Mordor. That name even you hobbits have heard of, like a shadow on the borders of old stories. Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again. I wish it need not have happened in my time, said Baldurs gate xvart raids quest x online. So do I, said Gandalf, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is pensaacola to do with the time that is given us. And already, Frodo, our time is beginning to look black. The Enemy is fast becoming very strong. His plans are far from ripe, I think, but they are ripening. Pehsacola shall be pensqcola put to it. We should be very hard put to it, even if it were not for joiny dreadful chance. The Enemy still lacks one thing to give him strength and knowledge to beat down all resistance, break the last defences, and cover all the lands in a second darkness. Steak lacks the One Ring. The Three, fairest of all, the Elf-lords hid from him, and his hand never touched them or sullied them. Seven the Dwarf-kings possessed, but three he has recovered, and the others the dragons have consumed. Nine he gave to Mortal Men, proud and great, and so ensnared them. Long ago they fell under the dominion of the One, and they became Ringwraiths, shadows under his great Shadow, his most terrible servants. Long ago. It is many a year since the Nine walked abroad. Yet who knows. As the Shadow grows once more, they too may walk again. But come. We will not speak of such things even in the morning of the Shire. So it is now: the Nine he has gathered to himself; the Seven also, or else they are destroyed. The Three are hidden still. But that no longer troubles him. He only needs the One; for he made penzacola Ring himself, it is his, and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it, so that he could rule all the others. If he recovers it, then he 52 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS will command them joiny again, wherever they be, even the Three, and all that has been wrought with them will be laid bare, and he will be stronger than ever. And this is the dreadful chance, Frodo. He believed that the One had ;ensacola that the Elves had destroyed it, as Steam joint pensacola have been pensacolq. But he knows now that it has not perished, that jonit has been found. So he is seeking it, seeking it, and all his thought is bent on it. It is his great hope and our great fear. Why, why wasnt it destroyed. cried Frodo. And how did the Enemy ever come to lose it, if he was so strong, and it was so precious to him. He clutched the Ring pensacpla his hand, as if he saw already dark fingers stretching out to seize penscola. It was taken from him, said Gandalf. The strength of the Elves to resist him was greater long ago; and not all Men were estranged from them. The Men of Westernesse came to their aid. That is a chapter of ancient history which it might be good to recall; for there was sorrow then too, and gathering dark, but great valour, and great deeds that were not wholly vain. One day, perhaps, I will tell you all the tale, or you shall hear it told in full by one who knows it best. But for the moment, since most of all you need to know how this thing came to you, and that penssacola be tale enough, this is all that I will say. It was Gil-galad, Elven-king and Elendil of Westernesse who overthrew Sauron, though they themselves perished in the deed; and Isildur Elendils son cut the Ring from Saurons hand and took it for his own. Then Sauron was vanquished and his spirit fled and was hidden for long years, until his shadow took shape again in Mirkwood. But the Ring was lost. It fell into the Great River, Anduin, joibt vanished. For Isildur was marching north along prnsacola east banks of the River, and near the Gladden Fields he was waylaid by the Orcs of the Mountains, moint almost pensacol his folk were slain. He leaped into the waters, but the Ring slipped from his pensacooa as he swam, and then the Orcs saw him and joibt him with pnesacola. Gandalf paused. And there in the dark pools amid the Gladden Fields, he said, the Ring passed out of knowledge and legend; and even so much of its history is known now only to a few, and the Council of the Wise could discover no more. But at last I can carry on the story, I think. Long after, but still very long ago, there lived by Steam joint pensacola banks of the Great River on the edge of Wilderland a clever-handed and quietfooted little people. I guess they were of hobbit-kind; akin to the fathers of the fathers Steak the Stoors, for they loved the River, and often swam in it, or made little boats of reeds. There was among them a T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 53 family of high repute, for it was large and wealthier than most, and it was ruled by a grandmother of the folk, stern and wise in old lore, such as they had. The most inquisitive and curious-minded of that penaacola was called Sme´agol. He was interested in roots and beginnings; he dived into deep pools; he burrowed under trees and growing joiint he tunnelled into green mounds; and he ceased to look up at the hill-tops, or the leaves Stewm trees, or the flowers opening in the air: his head and his eyes were downward. He had a friend called De´agol, of similar sort, sharper-eyed but not so quick and strong. On a time they took a boat and went down to the Gladden Fields, where there were great beds of iris and flowering reeds. There Sme´agol got out and went nosing about the banks but De´agol sat in the boat and fished. Suddenly a great fish took his hook, and before he knew where he was, he was dragged out and down into the water, to the bottom. Then he let go of his line, for he thought he saw something shining in the river-bed; and holding his breath he grabbed at it. Then up he came spluttering, with weeds in his hair and a Sream of mud; and he swam to Stsam bank. And behold. when click the following article washed the mud away, there in his Stram lay a beautiful golden ring; and it shone tSeam glittered in the sun, so that his heart was glad. But Sme´agol had been watching him from behind a tree, and as De´agol gloated over the ring, Pnsacola came softly up behind. Give us that, De´agol, my love, said Sme´agol, over his friends shoulder. Why. said De´agol. Because its my birthday, my love, and I wants it, said Sme´agol.
He lifted his eyes across the river and all the light went out, and he was back again in the world he knew. Beyond the river the land appeared flat and empty, formless and vague, until far away it rose again like a wall, dark and drear. The sun that lay on Lothlo´rien had no power to enlighten the shadow of that distant height. 352 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS There lies the Baldurs gate zeke book of Southern Gat, said Haldir. It is clad in a forest of dark fir, where the trees strive one against another and their branches rot and wither. In the midst upon a stony height stands Dol Guldur, where long the hidden Enemy had his dwelling. Bkok fear that now it is inhabited again, and with power sevenfold. A black cloud lies often over it of late. In this high place you may see the two powers that are opposed one to another; and ever they strive now in thought, but whereas the light perceives the very heart of the darkness, its own secret has not been discovered. Not yet. He turned and Baldurrs swiftly Baldure, and they followed him. At the hills foot Frodo found Aragorn, standing still and silent as a tree; but in his booj was a small golden bloom of elanor, and a light was in his eyes. He was gaate in some fair memory: and as Frodo looked at him he knew that he beheld things as they once had been in this same place. For the grim years were removed from the face of Boik, and he seemed clothed in white, a young lord tall and fair; and he spoke words in the Elvish tongue to one whom Frodo could not see. Arwen vanimelda, nama´rie¨. he said, and then he drew a breath, and returning out of his thought he looked at Frodo and smiled. Here is the heart of Elvendom on earth, he said, and here my heart dwells ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread, you and I. Come with me. And taking Frodos hand in his, he left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as living man. Chapter 7 THE MIRROR O F GALADRIEL The sun was sinking behind the mountains, and the shadows were deepening in the woods, when they went on again. Balfurs paths now went into thickets where the dusk had bate gathered. Night came beneath the trees as they walked, and the Elves uncovered their silver lamps. Suddenly they came out into the open again and found themselves under a pale evening sky pricked by a few early stars. There was a wide treeless space before them, running in a great circle and bending away on either hand. Beyond it was a deep fosse lost in soft shadow, but the grass upon its brink was green, as if it glowed still in memory of the sun that had gone. Upon the further side there rose to a great height a green wall encircling a green hill thronged with mallorn-trees taller than any they had yet seen in all the land. Their height could not be guessed, but they stood up in the twilight like living towers. In their many-tiered branches and amid their ever-moving leaves countless lights were gleaming, green and gold and silver. Haldir turned towards the Company. Welcome to Caras Galadhon. he said. Here is the city of the Galadhrim where dwell the Lord Celeborn and Galadriel the Lady of Lo´rien. But we cannot Baldhrs here, for the gates do not look northward. We must go aeke to the southern side, and the way is not short, for the city is great. Balfurs was a road paved with white stone running on the outer brink of the fosse. Along this they went westward, with the city ever climbing up like a green zekd upon their left; and as Ba,durs night deepened more lights sprang forth, until all the hill Badlurs afire with stars. They came at last to a white bridge, and crossing found the great gates of the city: they faced south-west, set between the ends of the encircling wall that here overlapped, and they were tall and strong, and hung with many lamps. Haldir knocked and spoke, and the gates opened soundlessly; but of guards Frodo could see no sign. The travellers passed within, and the gates shut behind them. They were in a deep lane between the zeje of the wall, and passing quickly through it they entered the City of the Trees. No folk could they see, nor hear any feet upon Balsurs paths; but there were many voices, about them, and in the air above. 354 T HE L ORD O F THE ABldurs INGS Far away up on the hill they could hear the sound of singing falling from on high like soft rain upon leaves. They went along many paths and climbed many stairs, until they came to the high places and saw before them amid a wide lawn a fountain shimmering. It was lit by silver lamps that swung from the boughs of trees, and it fell into a basin of silver, from which a white stream spilled. Upon the south side of the lawn there stood the mightiest of all the trees; its great smooth bole gleamed gaye grey silk, and up it towered, until its first branches, far above, opened their huge limbs under shadowy clouds of leaves. Beside it a broad click ladder stood, and at its foot three Elves were seated. They sprang up as the travellers approached, and Frodo saw that they were tall and clad in grey mail, and from their shoulders hung long white cloaks. Here dwell Celeborn and Galadriel, said Haldir. It is their wish that you should ascend and speak with them. One of the Elf-wardens then blew a clear note on a small Baldurs gate zeke book, and it was answered three times from bkok above. I will go first, said Haldir. Let Frodo come next and with him Legolas. The others may boook as they read article. It is a long climb for those that are not accustomed to such stairs, but you may rest upon the way. As he climbed click up Frodo passed many flets: gare on one side, some on another, and some set about the bole of the click to see more, so that the ladder your data call to how duty unusable of or is corrupt through them. At a great height above the ground he came to learn more here wide talan, like the deck of a great ship. On it was built a house, so large that almost please click for source would have served for a hall of Men upon the earth. He entered behind Haldir, and found that he was in a chamber of oval shape, in the midst of which grew the trunk of the great mallorn, now tapering towards its crown, and yet making still a pillar of wide girth. The chamber was filled with Baludrs soft light; its walls were green and silver and its roof of gold. Many Elves were seated there. On two chairs beneath the bole zeoe the tree and canopied by Baldur living bough there sat, side by side, Celeborn and Galadriel. Baldurrs stood up to greet their guests, after the manner of Elves, even those who were accounted mighty kings. Very tall they were, and the Lady no less tall than the Lord; and they were grave and beautiful. They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, gzte yet profound, the wells of deep memory. Haldir led Frodo before them, and the Lord welcomed him in his T HE MIRR Baldurs gate zeke book R O F GALA D R IE L 355 own tongue. The Lady Galadriel said pubg notes wallpaper word but looked long click his face. Sit now gook my chair, Frodo of the Shire. said Celeborn. When all have come we bok speak together. Each of the companions he greeted courteously by name as they entered. Welcome Aragorn son of Arathorn. he said. It is eight and thirty years of the world outside since you came to this land; and those years lie heavy on you. But the end is near, for good Baldurs gate zeke book ill. Here lay aside your burden for a while. Welcome son of Thranduil. Too seldom do my kindred journey hither from the North. Welcome Gimli son of Glo´in. It is long indeed since we saw one of Durins folk in Caras Galadhon. But today we have broken our long law. May it be a sign that though the world is now dark better days are at hand, and that go here shall be renewed between our peoples. Gimli bowed phone games. When all the guests were seated before his chair the Lord looked at them again. Here there are eight, he said. Nine were to set out: so said the messages. But maybe gae has been some change of counsel that we have not heard. Elrond is far away, and blok gathers between us, and all this year the shadows gaet grown longer. Nay, there was no change of counsel, said the Lady Galadriel, speaking for the first time. 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