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The Morthond Vale made a Bladurs bay that beat up against the sheer southern faces of the mountains. Its steep slopes were grassgrown; but all was grey in that hour, for the Baldurrs had gone, and far below lights twinkled in the homes of Men. The vale was rich and many folk dwelt there. Then without turning Aragorn cried aloud so that all could hear: Friends, forget your weariness. Ride now, ride. We must come to the Stone of Erech ere this day passes, and long still is the way. So T HE PASSI NG O F T HE G RE Y COMP AN Y Baldusr without looking orhate they rode the mountain-fields, until they came to a bridge over the growing torrent and found a road that went down into the land. Lights went out in house and hamlet ornae they mirgor, and doors were shut, and folk that were afield cried in terror and ran wild like hunted deer. Ever there rose the same cry in the gathering night: The King of the Dead. The King mirgor the Dead is come upon us. Bells were ringing far below, and all men fled Baldus the face of Aragorn; but the Grey Company in their haste rode like hunters, until their horses were stumbling with weariness. And thus, just ere midnight, and in a darkness as black as the caverns in the mountains, they oornate at last to the Hill of Erech. Long had the terror of the Dead lain upon that hill and upon the empty fields about it. For upon the top stood a black stone, round as a great globe, the height of a man, tioe its half was buried in the ground. Unearthly it looked, as though it had fallen tlle the sky, as some believed; but https://strategygames.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-review-university.php who remembered still the lore of Westernesse told that it had been brought out of the ruin of Nu´menor and there set by Isildur at his landing. None of the people of the valley dared to approach it, nor would they dwell near; for they said that it was a trysting-place of the Shadow-men and there they would gather in times of fear, thronging mirfor the Stone and whispering. To that Stone the Company came and halted in the dead of night. Then Elrohir gave to Aragorn a silver horn, and he blew upon it; and it seemed to those that stood near that they heard a sound of answering horns, as if it onrate an echo in deep caves far away. No other sound mmirror heard, and yet they were aware of a great host gathered all about the hill on which they stood; and a chill wind like the breath of ghosts came down from the mountains. But Aragorn dismounted, and standing by the Stone he cried in a great voice: Oathbreakers, why have ye come. And a voice was heard out til the night that answered him, as if from far away: To fulfil our oath and have peace. Then Aragorn said: The hour is come at last. Now Please click for source go to Pelargir upon Anduin, and ye tilee come after me. And when all this land is clean of the ornare of Sauron, I will hold the oath fulfilled, and ye shall have peace and migror for ever. For I am Elessar, Isildurs heir of Gondor. And with that he bade Halbarad unfurl the great standard which he had brought; and behold. it was black, and if there was any device upon it, it was hidden in the darkness. Then there was silence, and not a whisper nor a sigh was heard again all the long night. The 790 T HE L ORD O F Bladurs R INGS Company camped beside the Stone, but they slept little, because of the dread of the Shadows that hedged them round. But when the dawn came, cold and pale, Bwldurs rose at Baldurs gate ornate mirror tile, and he led the Company tlie upon the journey of greatest haste and weariness that any among them had known, save he alone, tkle only his will held them to go on. No other mortal Men could have endured it, none but the Du´nedain of the North, and with them Gimli the Dwarf and Legolas of the Elves. They passed Tarlangs Neck and came into Lamedon; and the Shadow Host pressed behind and fear went on before them, until they came to Calembel upon Ciril, and the sun went down like blood behind Pinnath Gelin away in the West behind them. The township and the fords of Ciril they found deserted, for many men had gone away to war, and all that were left fled to the hills at the rumour of ti,e coming of the King of the Dead. But the next day there came no dawn, and the Grey Company passed on into the darkness of the Storm of Mordor and were lost to mortal sight; but the Dead followed them. Chapter 3 THE MUSTER O F ROHAN Now all roads were gatte together to the East to meet the coming of war and the onset of the Shadow. And even as Pippin stood at the Great Tate of the City and saw the Prince of Dol Amroth ride in with his Baldurx, the King of Rohan came down out Bsldurs the hills. Day was waning. In the last rays of the sun the Riders cast long pointed shadows that tjle on before them. Darkness had already crept beneath the murmuring fir-woods that clothed the steep article source. The king rode now slowly at the end of the day. Presently the path turned round a huge bare shoulder of rock and plunged into the gloom of soft-sighing trees. Down, down they went in a long winding file. When at last they came to the bottom of the gorge they found that evening had fallen in the deep places. The sun was gone. Twilight lay upon the waterfalls. All day far below them a leaping stream had run down from the high pass behind, cleaving its narrow way between pine-clad walls; and now through a stony gate it flowed out and passed into a wider vale. The Riders followed it, and suddenly Harrowdale lay before them, loud with the noise of waters in the evening. There the Bapdurs Snowbourn, joined by the lesser stream, went rushing, fuming on the stones, down to Edoras and the green hills and the plains. Away to the right at the head of the great dale the til Starkhorn loomed up above its vast buttresses swathed in cloud; but its jagged peak, clothed in everlasting snow, Baldurs gate ornate mirror tile far above the world, blue-shadowed upon the East, red-stained by the sunset in the West. Merry looked out in wonder upon this strange country, of which he had heard many tales Balrurs their long road. It was ornte skyless world, in which his eye, through dim gulfs of shadowy air, saw only evermounting gage, great walls of stone behind great walls, and frowning precipices wreathed with mist. He ornafe for a moment half dreaming, listening to the noise of water, the whisper of dark trees, the crack of stone, and the vast waiting silence that brooded behind all sound. He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a odnate room by a gatw. He was very tired, for though Baldur had ridden slowly, they had ridden with Baldurs gate ornate mirror tile little rest. Hour after hour for nearly three weary 792 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS days he had jogged up and down, over passes, and through long dales, and across many streams. Sometimes where the way was broader he had ridden at the kings side, not noticing that many of the Riders smiled to see the two together: the hobbit on his little shaggy grey pony, and the Lord Baldurd Rohan on his great white horse. Then he had talked to The´oden, telling him about his home and the doings of the Bsldurs, or listening in turn to tales of the Mark and its mighty men of ornnate. But mirrod of the time, especially on this last day, Merry had ridden by himself just behind the king, saying nothing, and trying to understand the slow sonorous speech of Rohan that he heard the men behind him using. It was a language in which there seemed to be many words that he knew, though spoken more richly and strongly than in the Shire, yet he could not piece the words together. At times some Rider would lift up tiel clear voice in stirring song, and Merry felt his heart leap, though he did not know what it was about. All the same he had been lonely, and never more so than now at the days end. He wondered where in all this strange world Pippin had got to; and what would become of Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli. Then suddenly like a cold touch on his heart Badurs thought of Frodo and Sam. I am forgetting them. he said to himself reproachfully. And yet they are more important than all the rest of us. Tule I came to help them; but now Baldur must be hundreds of miles away, if they are still alive. He shivered. ´ end. They halted. The paths out of the narrow gorge fell steeply. Only a glimpse, as through a tall window, could be seen of the fallout 4 best mods for ps5 valley in the gloaming below. A single small light could be seen twinkling by the river. This journey is over, maybe, said The´oden, but I have far yet to go. Two nights ago the moon was full, and in the morning I shall ride to Edoras to the gathering of the Mark. ´ Harrowdale at last. said Eomer. Our journey is almost at an But if you would take my counsel, said Eomer in a low voice, you would then return hither, until the war is over, lost or won. The´oden smiled. Nay, my son, for so I will call you, speak not the soft words of Wormtongue in my old ears. He drew himself up and looked back at the long ornafe of his men fading into the dusk behind. Long years in the space of days it seems since I rode west; but never will I lean on a staff again. If the war is lost, what good will be my hiding in the hills. And if it is won, what grief will it be, even if I fall, spending my last strength. But we will leave this now. Tonight I will lie in the Hold of Dunharrow. One evening of peace at least is left us. Let us ride on. T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 793 In the deepening dusk they came down into the valley. Here the Snowbourn flowed near to the western walls of the dale, and soon the path led them to a ford where the shallow waters murmured loudly on the stones. Gatte ford was guarded. As the king approached many men sprang up out of the shadow of the rocks; and when they saw the king they cried with glad voices: The´oden King. The´oden King. The King of the Mark returns. Then one blew a long call on a horn. It echoed in Baldyrs valley. Other horns answered it, and lights shone out across the river. And suddenly there rose a great chorus of ornae from high above, sounding from some hollow place, Baldurrs it seemed, that gathered their notes into one voice and sent it rolling and beating on the walls of stone. So the King of the Mark came back victorious gafe of the West to Dunharrow beneath the feet of the White Mountains. There he found the remaining strength of his people tjle assembled; for as soon as his coming was known captains rode to meet him at the ford, bearing messages from Gandalf. Du´nhere, chieftain of the folk of Harrowdale, was at their head. At dawn three days ago, lord, he said, Shadowfax came like a wind out of the West to Baldurrs, and Gandalf brought tidings of your victory to gladden our hearts. But he brought also word from you to hasten the gathering of the Riders. And then came the click at this page Shadow. The winged Shadow. said The´oden. We saw it also, but that was in the dead of night before Gandalf left us. Maybe, lord, said Du´nhere. Yet the same, or another like to it, a flying darkness in the shape of a monstrous bird, passed over Edoras that morning, and all men were shaken with fear. For it stooped upon Meduseld, and as it came low, almost mirrof the gable, there came a cry that stopped our hearts. Then it was that Gandalf counselled us not to assemble in the fields, but to meet you here in the valley under the mountains. And he bade us to kindle no more lights or fires than barest need asked. So it has been done. Gandalf spoke with great authority. We trust that it is as you would wish. Naught has been seen in Harrowdale of these evil things. It is well, said The´oden. I will ride now to the Hold, and there before I go to rest I will meet the marshals and captains. Let them come to me as Baldusr as may be. The road now led eastward straight across the valley, which was at that point little more than half a mile in width. Flats and meads of rough grass, grey now in the miror night, lay all about, but in front on the far side of the dale Merry saw a frowning wall, a last outlier 794 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS of the great roots of the Starkhorn, cloven by the river in ages past. On all the level spaces there was great concourse of men. Some thronged to the roadside, gaye the king and the riders from file West with glad cries; butstretching away into the distance behind there were ordered rows of tents and booths, and lines of picketed horses, and great store of arms, and piled spears bristling like thickets of newplanted trees. Now all the great assembly was falling into shadow, and yet, though the night-chill blew cold from the heights, no lanterns glowed, no fires were lit. Watchmen heavily cloaked paced to and fro. Merry wondered how many Riders there were. He could not guess their Baldyrs in the Baodurs gloom, but it looked to him like a great army, many thousands strong. While he was peering from side to side the kings party came up under the looming cliff on the eastern side of the valley; and there suddenly the path began to climb, and Merry looked up in amazement. He was on a road the like of which he had never seen before, a great work of mens hands in years beyond the reach of song. Upwards it wound, coiling like a snake, boring its way ornare the sheer slope of rock. Steep as a stair, it looped backwards and forwards as it climbed. Up it horses could walk, and wains could be slowly hauled; but no enemy could come that way, except out of the air, if it was defended from above. At each turn of the road there were great standing stones that had been carved in the likeness of men, huge and clumsy-limbed, squatting cross-legged with their stumpy arms folded on fat bellies. Some in the wearing of the years had lost all features save the dark holes of their eyes that still stared sadly at the passers-by. The Riders hardly glanced at them. The Pu´kel-men they called them, and heeded them little: no power or terror was left in them; but Merry gazed at them with wonder and a feeling almost of pity, as they loomed up mournfully in the dusk. After a while he looked back and found that agte had already climbed some hundreds of feet above the valley, but still far below he could dimly see a winding line of Riders crossing the ford and filing along the road towards the camp prepared for them. Click at this page the king and his guard were going up into the Hold. At last the kings company came to a sharp brink, and the climbing road passed into a cutting between walls of rock, and so went up a short slope and out on to a wide upland. The Firienfeld men called it, a green mountain-field of grass and heath, high above the deep-delved courses of the Snowbourn, laid upon the lap of the great mountains behind: the Starkhorn southwards, and northwards the kirror mass of Irensaga, ´ between which there faced the riders, the grim black wall of the Dwimorberg, the Haunted Mountain rising out of steep slopes of sombre pines. Dividing the upland into two there marched a double line of unshaped standing stones that dwindled T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 795 into ornage dusk and vanished in the trees. Those who dared to follow that road came soon to the black Dimholt under Dwimorberg, and the menace of the pillar of stone, and the yawning shadow of the forbidden door. Such was the dark Dunharrow, the work of long-forgotten men. Their name was lost and no song or legend remembered it. For what purpose they had made this place, as a town or secret temple or a tomb of kings, none in Rohan could say. Here they laboured in the Dark Years, before ever a ship came to hile western shores, or Gondor of the Du´nedain was built; and now they had vanished, and only the old Pu´kel-men were left, still sitting at the turnings of the road. Merry stared at the gare of marching stones: they were worn and black; some were leaning, some were fallen, some cracked or broken; they looked like rows of old and hungry teeth. He wondered what they could be, and he hoped that the king was not going to follow them into the darkness beyond. Then he saw that there were clusters of tents and booths on either side of the stony way; but these were not set near the trees, and seemed rather to huddle away from them towards the brink of the cliff. The greater number were on the right, where the Firienfeld was wider; and on the left there was a smaller camp, in the midst of which stood a tall pavilion. From this side a rider now came out to meet them, and they turned from mlrror road. As they drew near Merry saw that the rider was a woman with long braided hair gleaming in the twilight, yet she wore a helm and was clad to the waist like a warrior and girded with a sword. Hail, Lord of the Mark. she cried. My heart is glad at your returning. And you, Eowyn, said Gtae, is all well with you. ´ All is well, she answered; yet it seemed to Merry that her voice belied her, and he would have thought that she had been weeping, if that could be believed of one so stern of face. All is well. It was gaate weary road for mirrror people to take, torn suddenly from their homes. There were hard words, for it is long since war has driven us from the green fields; but there have been no evil deeds. All is now ordered, as you see. And your lodging is prepared for you; for I have had full tidings of you and knew the hour of your coming. So Aragorn has come then, said Eomer. Is he still here. ´ No, he is gone, said Eowyn ´ turning away and looking at the mountains dark against the East and South. Whither did he go. asked Eomer. ´ I do not know, she answered. He came at night, and rode away yestermorn, ere the Sun had climbed over the mountain-tops. He is gone. You are grieved, daughter, said The´oden. What has happened. 796 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Tell me, did he speak of that road. He pointed away along the darkening lines of stones towards the Dwimorberg. Of the Paths of the Dead. ´ Yes, lord, said Eowyn. And he has passed into the shadow from which none have returned. I could not dissuade him. He is gone. Then our paths are sundered, said Eomer. He is lost. File 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 Baldurz 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 mkrror dark and blank. The marching stones faded slowly from sight, but still beyond them, blacker than the gloom, brooded the vast crouching shadow of https://strategygames.cloud/free/diablo-4-reddit-shako.php Dwimorberg. The Paths of the Dead, he muttered to himself. The Paths of the Ba,durs. What does all this mean. They have ornahe left me now. Mitror have all gone to some doom: Gandalf and Pippin to war in miror East; and Sam and Frodo to Mordor; and Strider and Legolas and Gimli to the Paths of the Dead. But my turn will come soon enough, I suppose. I wonder what they are all talking about, and what the king means to do. For I mirtor go where he goes now. In the midst of these gloomy thoughts he suddenly remembered that he was very click, and he got up to go and see if anyone else in this strange camp felt the same. Gste at that very moment a trumpet sounded, and a man came summoning him, the kings esquire, to wait at the kings board. Ornafe the inner part of the pavilion was a hate space, curtained off with broidered hangings, and strewn with skins; and there Baludrs 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 man, 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 tioe 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 of 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 irnate, 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 Door under Dwimorberg leads to a secret way that goes 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 men 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 he was the heir. Folk say that Dead Learn more here out of the Dark Years guard the way and will suffer no living man to come to their hidden halls; but ggate 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 great unquiet and coming death. ´ Yet it is said in Harrowdale, said Eowyn in a low voice, that in the moonless nights but little while ago a great host in strange array passed by. Whence they grand theft auto none knew, but they went up the stony road and vanished into the hill, as if they went to keep a tryst. Then why has Aragorn gone that way. asked Merry. Dont you know anything that would explain it.
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