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Sam fancied that he gave a swift glance towards the hobbits as he spoke; but Sam said nothing. For a while he and Frodo lay back and watched the torchlight, and the men moving to and fro speaking in hushed voices. Then suddenly Frodo fell asleep. Sam struggled with himself, arguing this way and that. He may be all right, he thought, and then he source not. Fair speech may hide a foul heart. He yawned. I could sleep for a week, and Id be better for it. And what can I do, if I do keep awake, me all alone, and all these great Men about. Nothing, Sam Gamgee; but youve got to keep awake all the same. And somehow he managed it. The light faded from the cave door, and the grey veil of falling water grew dim and was lost in gathering shadow. Always the sound of the water went see more, never changing its note, morning or evening or night. It murmured and whispered of sleep. Sam stuck his knuckles in his eyes. 676 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Now more torches were being lit. A cask of wine was broached. Storage barrels were being opened. Men were fetching water from the fall. Some were laving their hands in basins. A wide copper bowl and a white cloth were brought to Faramir and he link. Wake our guests, he said, and take them water. It is time to eat. Frodo sat up and yawned and stretched. Sam, not used to being waited on, looked with some surprise at the tall man who bowed, holding a basin of water before him. Put it on the ground, master, if you please. he said. Easier for me and you. Then to the astonishment and amusement of the Men he plunged his head into the cold water and splashed his neck and ears. Is it the custom in your land to wash the head before supper. said the man who waited on the hobbits. No, before breakfast, said Sam. But if youre short of sleep cold water on the necks like rain on a wilted lettuce. There. Now I can keep awake long enough to eat a bit. They were led then to seats beside Faramir: barrels covered with pelts and high enough above the benches of the Men for their convenience. Before they ate, Faramir and all his men turned and faced west in a moment of silence. Faramir signed to Frodo and Sam that they should do likewise. So we always do, he said, as they sat down: we look towards Nu´menor that was, and beyond to Elvenhome that is, and to that which is beyond Elvenhome and will ever be. Have you no such custom at meat. No, said Frodo, feeling strangely rustic and untutored. But if we are guests, we bow to our host, and after we have eaten we rise and thank him. That we do also, said Faramir. After so long journeying and camping, and days spent in the lonely wild, the evening meal seemed a feast to the hobbits: to drink pale yellow wine, cool and fragrant, and eat bread and butter, and salted meats, and dried fruits, and good red cheese, with clean hands and clean knives and plates. Neither Frodo nor Sam refused anything that was offered, nor a second, nor indeed a third helping. The wine coursed in their veins and tired limbs, and they felt glad and easy of heart as they had not done since they left the land of Lo´rien. When all was done Faramir led them to a recess at the back of the cave, partly screened by curtains; and a chair and two stools were brought there. A little earthenware lamp burned in a niche. You may soon desire to sleep, he said, and especially good Samwise, who would not close his eyes before he ate whether for fear T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 677 of blunting the edge of a noble hunger, or for fear of me, I do not know. But it is not good to sleep too soon after meat, and that following a fast. Let us talk a while. On your journey from Rivendell there must have been many things to tell. And you, too, would perhaps wish to learn something of us and the lands where you now are. Tell me of Boromir my brother, and of old Mithrandir, and of the fair people of Lothlo´rien. Frodo no longer felt sleepy and he was willing to talk. But though the food and wine had put him at his ease, he had not lost all his caution. Sam was beaming and humming to himself, but when Frodo spoke he was at first content to listen, only occasionally venturing to make an exclamation of agreement. Frodo told many tales, yet always he steered the matter away from the quest of the Company and from the Ring, enlarging rather on the valiant part Boromir had played in all their adventures, with the wolves of the wild, in the snows under Caradhras, and in the mines of Moria where Gandalf fell. Faramir was most moved by the story of the fight on the bridge. It must have irked Boromir to run from Orcs, he said, or even from the fell thing you name, the Balrog even though he was the last to leave. He was the last, said Frodo, but Aragorn was forced to lead us. He alone knew the way after Gandalfs fall. But had there not been us lesser folk to care for, I do not think that either he or Boromir would have fled. Maybe, it would have been better had Boromir fallen there with Mithrandir, said Faramir, and not gone on to the fate that waited above the falls of Rauros. Maybe. But tell me now of your own fortunes, said Frodo, turning the matter aside once again. For I would learn more of Minas Ithil and Osgiliath, and Minas Tirith the long-enduring. What hope have you for that city in your long war. What hope have we. said Faramir. It is long since we had any hope. The sword of Elendil, if it returns indeed, may rekindle it, but I do not think that it will do more than put off the evil day, unless other help unlooked-for also comes, from Elves or Men. For the Enemy increases and we decrease. We are a failing people, a springless autumn. The Men of Nu´menor were settled far and wide on the shores and seaward regions of the Great Lands, but for the most part they fell into evils and follies. Many became enamoured of the Darkness and the black arts; some were given over wholly to idleness and ease, and some fought among themselves, until they were conquered in their weakness by the wild men. 678 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It is not said that evil arts were ever practised in Gondor, or that the Nameless One was ever named in honour there; and the old wisdom and beauty brought out of the West remained long in the realm of the sons of Elendil the Fair, and they linger there still. Yet even so it was Gondor that brought about its own decay, falling by degrees into dotage, and thinking that the Enemy was asleep, who was only banished not destroyed. Death was ever present, because the Nu´meno´reans still, as they stats steam os in their old kingdom, and so lost it, hungered after endless life unchanging. Kings made tombs more splendid than houses of the living, and counted old names in the rolls of their descent dearer than the names of sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry; in secret chambers withered men compounded strong elixirs, or in high cold towers asked questions of the stars. And the last king of the line of Ana´rion had no heir. But the stewards were wiser and more fortunate. Wiser, for they recruited the strength of our people from the sturdy folk of the seacoast, and from the hardy mountaineers of Ered Nimrais. And they made a truce with the proud peoples of the North, who often had assailed us, men of fierce valour, but our kin from afar off, unlike the wild Easterlings or the cruel Haradrim. So it came to pass in the days of Cirion the Twelfth Steward (and my father is the six and twentieth) that they rode to our aid and at the great Field of Celebrant they destroyed our enemies that had seized our northern provinces. These are the Rohirrim, as we name them, masters of horses, and we ceded to them the fields of Calenardhon that are since called Rohan; for that province had long been sparsely peopled. And they became our allies, and have ever proved true to us, aiding us at need, and guarding our northern marches and the Gap of Rohan. Of our lore and manners they have learned what they would, and their lords speak our speech at need; yet for the most part they hold by the ways of their own fathers and to their own memories, and they speak among themselves their own North tongue. And we love them: tall men and fair women, valiant both alike, golden-haired, bright-eyed, and strong; they remind us of the youth of Men, as they were in the Elder Days. Indeed it is said by our lore-masters that they have from of old this Baldurs gate 3 necromancer vietsub with us that they are come from those same Three Houses of Men as were the Nu´meno´reans in their beginning; not from Hador the Link, the Elf-friend, maybe, yet from such of his people as went not over Sea into the West, refusing the call. For so we reckon Men in our lore, calling them the High, or Men of the West, which were Nu´meno´reans; and the Middle Peoples, T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 679 Men of the Twilight, such as are the Rohirrim and their kin that dwell still far in the North; and the Wild, the Men of Darkness. Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can scarce claim any longer the title High. We are become Middle Men, of the Twilight, but with memory of other things. For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valour as things good in themselves, both a sport and an end; and though we still hold that a warrior should have more skills and knowledge than only the craft of weapons and slaying, we esteem a warrior, nonetheless, above men of other crafts. Such is the need of our days. So even was my brother, Boromir: a man of prowess, and for that he was accounted the best man in Gondor. And very valiant indeed he was: no heir of Minas Tirith has for long years been so hardy in toil, so onward into battle, or blown a mightier note on the Great Horn. Faramir sighed and fell silent for a while. You dont say much in all your tales about the Elves, sir, said Sam, suddenly plucking up courage. He had noted that Faramir seemed to refer to Elves with reverence, and this even more than his courtesy, and his food and wine, had won Sams respect and quieted his suspicions. No article source, Master Samwise, said Faramir, for I am not learned in Elven-lore. But there you touch upon another point in which we have changed, declining from Nu´menor to Middle-earth. For as you may know, if Mithrandir was your companion and you have spoken with Elrond, the Edain, the Fathers of the Nu´meno´reans, fought beside the Elves in the first wars, and were rewarded by the gift of the kingdom in the midst of the Sea, within sight of Elvenhome. But in Middle-earth Men and Elves became estranged in the days of darkness, by the arts of the Enemy, and by the slow changes of time in which each kind walked further down their sundered roads. Men now fear and misdoubt the Elves, and yet know little of them. And we of Gondor grow like other Men, like the men of Rohan; for even they, who are foes of the Dark Lord, shun the Elves and speak of the Golden Wood with dread. Yet there are among us still some who have dealings with the Elves when they may, and ever and anon one will go in secret to Lo´rien, seldom to return. Not I. For I deem it perilous now for mortal man wilfully to seek out the Elder People. Yet I envy you that have spoken with the Click to see more Lady. The Lady of Lo´rien. Galadriel. cried Sam. You should see her, indeed you should, sir. I am only a hobbit, and gardenings my job at home, sir, if you understand me, and Im not much good at poetry 680 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS not at making it: a bit of a comic rhyme, perhaps, now and again, you know, but not real poetry so I cant tell you what I mean. It ought to be sung. Youd have to get Strider, Aragorn that is, or old Mr. Bilbo, for that. But I wish I could make a song about her. Baldurs gate 3 necromancer vietsub she is, sir. Lovely. Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like. Hard as dimonds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime. But thats a lot o nonsense, and all wide of my mark. Then she must be lovely indeed, said Faramir. Perilously fair. I dont know about perilous, said Sam. It strikes me that folk takes their peril with them into Lo´rien, and finds it there because theyve brought it. But perhaps you could call her perilous, because shes so strong in herself. You, you could dash yourself to pieces on her, like a ship on a rock; or drownd yourself, like a hobbit in a river. But neither rock nor river would be to blame. Now Boro-- He stopped and went red in the face. Yes. Now Boromir you would say. said Faramir. What would you say. He took his peril with him. Yes sir, begging your pardon, and a fine man as your brother was steam cheapest way to level up apologise, if I may say so. But youve been warm on the scent all along. Now I watched Boromir and listened to him, from Rivendell all down the road looking after my master, as youll understand, and not meaning any harm to Boromir and its my opinion that in Lo´rien he first saw clearly what I guessed sooner: what he wanted. From the moment he first saw it he link the Enemys Ring. Sam. cried Frodo aghast. He had fallen deep into his own thoughts for a while, and came out of them suddenly and too late. Save me. said Sam turning white, and then flushing scarlet. There I go again. When ever you open your big mouth you put your foot in it the Gaffer used to say to me, and right enough. O dear, O dear. Now look here, sir. He turned, facing up to Faramir with all the courage that he could muster. Dont you go taking advantage of my master because his servants no better than a fool. Youve spoken very handsome all along, put me off my guard, talking of Elves and all. But handsome is as handsome does we say. Nows a chance to show your quality. So it seems, said Faramir, slowly and very softly, with a strange smile. So that is the answer to all the riddles. The One Ring that was thought to have perished from the world. And Boromir tried to take it by force. And you escaped. And ran all the way to me. And here in the wild I have you: two halflings, and a host of men at my T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 681 call, and the Ring of Rings. A pretty stroke of fortune. A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to show his quality. He stood up, very tall and stern, his grey eyes glinting. Frodo and Sam sprang from their stools and set themselves side by side with their backs to the wall, fumbling for their sword-hilts. There was a silence. All the men in the cave stopped talking and looked towards them in wonder. But Faramir sat down again in his chair and began to laugh quietly, and then suddenly became grave again. Alas for Boromir. It was too sore a trial. he said. How you have increased my sorrow, you two strange wanderers from a far country, bearing the peril of Men. But you are less judges of Men than I of Halflings. We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. We boast seldom, and then perform, or die in the attempt. Not if I found it on the highway would I take it I said. Even if I were such a man as to desire this thing, and even though I knew not clearly eventually grand theft theft auto six And this thing was when I spoke, still I should take those words as a vow, and be held by them. But I am not such a man. Or I am wise enough to know that there are some perils from which a man must flee. Sit at peace. And be comforted, Samwise. If you seem to have stumbled, think that it was fated to be so. Your heart is shrewd as well as faithful, and saw clearer than your eyes. For strange though it may seem, it was safe to declare this to me. It may even help the master that you love. It shall turn to his good, if it is in my power. So be comforted. But do not even name this thing again aloud. Once is enough. The hobbits came back to their seats and sat very quiet. Men turned back to their drink and their talk, perceiving that their captain had had some jest or other with the little guests, and that it was over. Well, Frodo, now at last we understand one another, said Faramir. If you took this thing on yourself, unwilling, at others asking, then you have pity and honour from me. And I marvel at you: to keep it hid and not to click it. You are a new people and a new world to me. Are all your kin of like sort. Your land must be a realm of peace and content, and there must gardeners be in high honour. Not all is well there, said Frodo, but certainly gardeners are honoured. But folk must grow weary there, even in their gardens, as do all things under the Sun of this world. And you are far from home and wayworn. No more tonight. Sleep, both of you in peace, if you can. Fear not. I do not wish to see it, or touch it, or know more of it than I know (which is enough), lest peril perchance waylay me and I fall lower in the test than Frodo son of Drogo. Go now to rest 682 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS but first tell me only, if you will, whither you wish to go, and what to do. For I must watch, and wait, and think. Time passes. In the morning we must each go swiftly on the ways appointed to us. Frodo had felt himself trembling as the first shock of fear passed. Now a great weariness came down on him like a cloud. He could dissemble and resist no longer. I was going to find a way into Mordor, he said faintly. I was going to Gorgoroth. I must find the Mountain of Fire and cast the thing into the gulf of Doom. Gandalf said so. I do not think I shall ever get there. Faramir stared at him for a moment in grave astonishment. Then suddenly he caught him as he swayed, and lifting him gently, carried him to the bed and laid him there, and covered him warmly. At once he fell into a deep sleep. Another bed was set beside him for his servant. Sam hesitated for a moment, then bowing very low: Good night, Captain, my lord, he said. You took the chance, sir. Did I so. said Faramir. Yes sir, and showed your quality: the very highest. Faramir smiled. A pert servant, Master Samwise. But nay: the praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards. Yet there was naught in this to praise. I had no lure or desire to do other than I Baldurs gate 3 necromancer vietsub done. Ah well, sir, said Sam, you said my master had an Elvish air; and that was good and true. But I can say this: you have an air too, sir, that reminds me of, of well, Gandalf, of wizards. Maybe, said Faramir. Maybe you discern from far away the air of Nu´menor. Good night. Chapter 6 THE FORBIDDEN POOL Frodo woke to find Faramir bending over him. For a second old fears seized him and he sat up and shrank away. There is nothing to fear, said Faramir. Is it morning already. said Frodo yawning. Not yet, but night is drawing to an end, and the full moon is setting. Will you come and see it. Also there is a matter on which I desire your counsel. I am sorry to rouse you from sleep, but will you come. I will, said Frodo, rising and shivering a little as he left the warm blanket and pelts. It seemed cold in the fireless cave. The noise of the water was loud in the stillness. He put on his cloak and followed Faramir. Sam, waking suddenly by some instinct of watchfulness, saw first his masters empty bed and leapt to his feet. Then he saw two dark figures, Frodo and a man, framed against the archway, which was now filled with a pale white light. He hurried after them, past rows of men sleeping on mattresses along the wall. As he went by the cave-mouth he saw that the Curtain was now become a dazzling veil of silk and pearls and silver thread: melting icicles of moonlight. But he did not pause to admire it, and turning aside he followed his master through the narrow doorway in the wall of the cave. They went first along a black passage, then up many wet steps, and so came to a small flat landing cut in the stone and lit by the pale sky, gleaming high above through a long deep shaft. From here two flights of steps led: pubg game download pc windows 7 games going on, as it seemed, up on to the high bank of pubg: battlegrounds stream; the other turning away to the left. This they followed. It wound its way up like a turret-stair. At last they came out of the stony darkness and looked about. They were on a wide flat rock without rail or parapet. At their right, eastwards, the torrent fell, splashing over many terraces, and then, pouring down a steep race, it filled a smooth-hewn channel with a dark force of water flecked with foam, and curling and rushing almost at their feet it plunged sheer over the edge that yawned upon their left. A man stood there, near the brink, silent, gazing down. Frodo turned to watch the sleek click of the water as they curved and dived. Then he lifted his eyes and gazed far away. The world was quiet and cold, as if dawn were near. Far off in the West the full 684 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS moon was sinking, round and white. Pale mists shimmered in the great vale below: a wide gulf of silver fume, beneath which rolled the cool night-waters of the Anduin. A black darkness loomed beyond, and in it glinted, here and there, cold, sharp, remote, white as the teeth of ghosts, the peaks of Ered Nimrais, the White Mountains of the realm of Gondor, tipped with everlasting snow. For a while Frodo stood there on the high stone, and a shiver ran through him, wondering if anywhere in the vastness of the nightlands his old companions walked or slept, or lay dead shrouded in mist. Why was he brought here out of forgetful sleep. Sam was eager for an answer to the same question and could not refrain himself from muttering, for his masters ear alone as he thought: Its a fine view, no doubt, Mr. Frodo, but chilly to the heart, not to mention the bones.
Harry, Im sorry, but I think the real reason youre so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself. Maybe I am. Harry bellowed, and he flung his arms over his head, hardly knowing whether he was trying to click here in his anger or protect himself from the weight of his own disillusionment. Look what he asked from me, Hermione. Risk your life, Harry. And again. And again. And dont expect me to explain everything, just trust me blindly, trust that I know what Im doing, trust me even though I dont trust you. Never the whole truth. Never. His voice cracked with the strain, and they stood looking at each other in the whiteness and the emptiness, and Harry felt they were as insignificant as Pubg secret key room location reddit beneath that wide sky. He loved you, Hermione whispered. I know he loved you. Harry dropped his arms. I dont know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isnt love, the mess hes left me in. He shared a damn sight more of what he was really thinking with Gellert Grindelwald than he ever shared with me. Harry picked up Hermiones wand, which he had dropped in the snow, and sat back down in the entrance of the tent. Thanks for the tea. Ill finish the watch. You get back in the warm. She hesitated, but recognized the dismissal. She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared. I CHAPTER NINETEEN THE SILVER DOE t was snowing by the time Hermione took over the watch at midnight. Harrys dreams were confused and disturbing: Nagini wove in and out of them, first through a gigantic, cracked ring, then through a wreath of Christmas roses. He woke repeatedly, panicky, convinced that somebody had called out to him in the distance, imagining that the wind whipping around the tent was footsteps or voices. Finally he got up in the darkness and joined Hermione, who was huddled in the entrance to the tent reading A History of Magic by the light of her wand. The snow was still falling thickly, and she greeted with relief his suggestion of packing up early and moving on. Well go somewhere more sheltered, she agreed, shivering as she pulled on a sweatshirt over her pajamas. I kept thinking I could hear people moving outside. I even thought I saw somebody once or twice. Harry paused in the act of pulling on a jumper and glanced at the silent, motionless Sneakoscope on the table. Im sure I imagined it, said Hermione, looking nervous. The snow in the dark, it plays tricks on your eyes. But perhaps we ought to Disapparate under the Invisibility Cloak, just in case. Half an hour later, with the tent packed, Pubg secret key room location reddit wearing the Horcrux, and Hermione clutching the beaded bag, they Disapparated. The usual tightness engulfed them; Harrys feet parted company with the snowy ground, then slammed hard onto what felt like frozen earth covered with leaves. Where are we. he asked, peering around at a fresh mass of trees Pubg secret key room location reddit Hermione opened the beaded bag and began tugging out tent poles. The Forest of Dean, she said. I came camping https://strategygames.cloud/windows/counter-strike-16-download-for-pc-windows-7.php once with my mum and dad. Here too snow lay on the trees all around and it was bitterly cold, but they were at least protected from the wind. They spent most of the day inside the tent, huddled for warmth around the useful bright blue flames that Hermione was so adept at producing, and which could be scooped up and carried around in a jar. Harry felt as though he Pubg secret key room location reddit recuperating from some brief but severe illness, an impression reinforced by Hermiones solicitousness. That afternoon fresh flakes drifted down upon them, so that even their sheltered clearing had a fresh dusting of powdery snow. After two nights of little sleep, Harrys senses seemed more alert than usual. Https://strategygames.cloud/game/ratchet-and-clank-pc.php escape from Godrics Hollow had more info so narrow that Voldemort seemed somehow closer than before, more threatening.
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