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Yes, Mr. Frodo, in my pack and all. Carried it hundreds of miles, and Id clean forgotten it. Then get busy and let an end down. Quickly Sam unslung his pack and rummaged in it. There indeed at the bottom was a coil of the silken-grey rope made by the folk of Lo´rien. He cast an end to his master. The darkness seemed to lift from Frodos eyes, or else his sight was returning. He could see the grey line as it came dangling down, and he thought it had a faint silver sheen. Now that he had some point in the darkness to fix his eyes on, he felt less giddy. Leaning his weight forward, he steam train melbourne the end fast round his waist, and then he grasped the line with both hands. Sam stepped back and braced his feet against a stump a yard or two from the edge. Half hauled, half scrambling, Frodo came up and threw himself on the ground. T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 609 Thunder growled and rumbled in the distance, and the rain was still falling heavily. The hobbits crawled away back into the gully; but they did not find much shelter there. Rills of water began to run down; soon they grew to a spate that splashed and fumed on the stones, and spouted out over the cliff like the gutters of a vast roof. I should have been half drowned down there, or washed clean off, said Frodo. What a piece of luck you had that rope. Better luck if Id thought of it sooner, said Sam. Maybe you remember them putting the ropes in the boats, as we started off: in the Elvish country. I took a fancy to it, and I stowed a coil in my pack. Years ago, it continue reading. It may be a help in many needs, he said: Haldir, or one of those folk. And he spoke right. A pity I didnt think of bringing another length, said Frodo; but I left the Company in such a hurry and confusion. If only we had enough we could use it to get down. How long is your rope, I wonder. Sam paid it out slowly, measuring it with his arms: Five, ten, twenty, thirty ells, more or less, he said. Whod have thought it. Frodo exclaimed. Who would. said Sam. Elves are wonderful folk. It looks a bit thin, but its tough; and soft as milk to the hand. Packs close too, and as light as light. Wonderful folk to be sure. Thirty ells. said Frodo considering. I believe it would be enough. If the storm passes before nightfall, Im going to try it. The rains nearly given over already, said Sam; but dont you go doing anything risky in the dim again, Mr. Frodo. And I havent got over that shriek on the wind yet, Call of duty bo3 the giant glitches you have. Like a Black Rider it sounded but one up in the air, if they can fly. Im thinking wed best lay up in this crack till nights over. And Im thinking that I wont spend a moment longer than I need, stuck up on this edge with the eyes of the Dark Country looking over the marshes, said Frodo. With that he stood up and went down to the bottom of the gully again. He looked out. Clear sky was growing in the East once more. The skirts of the storm were lifting, ragged and wet, and the main battle had passed to spread its great wings over the Emyn Muil, upon which the dark thought of Sauron brooded for a while. Thence it turned, smiting the Vale of Anduin with hail and lightning, and casting its shadow upon Minas Tirith with threat of war. Then, lowering in the mountains, and gathering its great spires, it rolled on slowly over Gondor and the skirts of Rohan, until far away the Riders on the plain saw its black towers moving behind the sun, as they rode into the West. But here, over the desert and the reeking marshes the deep blue sky of evening opened once more, and a few pallid stars 610 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS appeared, like small white holes in the canopy above the crescent moon. Its good to be able to see again, please click for source Frodo, breathing deep. Do you know, I thought for a bit that I had lost my sight. From the lightning or something else worse. I could see nothing, nothing at all, until the grey rope came down. It seemed to shimmer somehow. It does look sort of silver in the dark, said Sam. Never noticed it before, though I cant remember as Ive ever had it out since I first stowed it. But if youre so set on climbing, Mr. Frodo, how are you going to use it. Thirty ells, or say, about eighteen fathom: thats no more than your guess at the height of the cliff. Frodo thought for a while. Make it fast to that stump, Sam. he said. Then I think you shall have your wish this time and go first. Ill lower you, and you need do no more than use your feet and hands to fend yourself off the rock. Though, if you put your weight on some of the ledges and give me a rest, it will help. When youre down, Ill follow. I feel quite myself again now. Very well, said Sam heavily. If it must be, lets get it over. He took up the rope and made it fast over the stump nearest to the brink; then the other end he tied about his own waist. Reluctantly he turned and prepared to go over the edge a second time. It did not, however, turn out half as bad as he had expected. The rope seemed to give him confidence, though he shut his eyes more than once when he looked down between his feet. There was one awkward spot, where there was no ledge and the wall was sheer and even undercut for a short space; there he slipped and swung out on the silver line. But Frodo lowered him slowly and steadily, and it was over at last. His chief fear had been that the rope-length would give out while he was still high up, but there was still a good bight in Frodos hands, when Sam came to the bottom and called up: Im down. His voice came up clearly from below, but Frodo could not see him; his grey elven-cloak had melted into the twilight. Frodo took rather more time to follow him. He had the rope about his waist and it was fast above, and he had shortened it so that it would pull him up before he reached the ground; still he did not want to risk a fall, and he had not quite Sams faith in this slender grey line. He found two places, all the same, where he had to trust see more to it: smooth surfaces where there was no hold even for his strong hobbit fingers and the ledges were far apart. But Call of duty bo3 the giant glitches last he too was down. Well. he cried. Weve done it. Weve escaped from the Emyn Muil. And now what next, I wonder. Maybe we shall soon be sighing for good hard rock under foot again. But Sam did not answer: he was staring back up the cliff. Ninny- T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 611 hammers. he said. Noodles. My beautiful rope. There it is tied to a stump, and were at the bottom. Just as nice a little stair for that slinking Gollum as we could leave. Better put up a signpost to say which way weve gone. I thought it seemed a bit too easy. If you can think of any way we could have both used the rope and yet brought it down with us, then you can pass on to me ninnyhammer, or any other name your gaffer gave https://strategygames.cloud/free/free-steam-exploration-games.php, said Frodo. Climb up and untie it and let yourself down, if you want to. Sam scratched his head. No, I cant think how, begging your pardon, he said. But I dont like leaving it, and thats a fact. He stroked the ropes end and shook it gently. It goes hard parting with anything I brought out of the Elf-country. Made by Galadriel herself, too, maybe. Galadriel, he murmured, nodding his head mournfully. He looked up and gave one last pull to the rope as if in farewell. To the complete surprise of both the hobbits it came loose. Sam fell over, and the long grey coils slithered silently down on top of him. Frodo laughed. Who tied the rope. he said. A good thing it held as long as it did. To think that I trusted all my weight to your knot. Sam did not laugh. I may not be much good at climbing, Mr. Frodo, he said in injured tones, but I do know something about rope and about knots. Its in the family, as you might say. Why, my grand-dad, and my uncle Andy after him, him that was the Gaffers eldest brother, he had a rope-walk over by Tighfield many a year. And I put as fast a hitch over the stump as anyone could have done, in the Shire or out of it. Then the rope must have broken frayed on the rock-edge, I expect, said Frodo. I bet it didnt. said Sam in an even more injured voice. He stooped and examined the ends. Nor it hasnt neither. Call of duty bo3 the giant glitches a strand. Then Im afraid it must have been the knot, said Frodo. Sam shook his head and did not answer. He was passing the rope through his fingers thoughtfully. Have it your own way, Mr. Frodo, he said at last, but I think the rope came off itself when I called. He coiled it up and stowed it lovingly in his pack. It certainly came, said Frodo, and thats the chief thing. But now weve got to think of our next move. Night will be on us soon. How beautiful the stars are, and the Moon. They do Call of duty bo3 the giant glitches the heart, dont they. said Sam looking up. Elvish they are, somehow. And the Moons growing. We havent seen him for a night or two in this cloudy weather. Hes beginning to give quite a light. Yes, said Frodo; but he wont be full for some days. I dont think well try the marshes by help with sinus steam light of half a moon. 612 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Under the first shadows of night they started out on the next mobile call of apk iphone duty of their journey. After a while Sam turned and looked back at the way they had come. The mouth of the gully was a black notch in the dim cliff. Im glad weve got the rope, he said. Weve set a little puzzle for that footpad, anyhow. He can try his nasty flappy feet on those ledges. They picked their steps away from the skirts of the cliff, among a wilderness of boulders and rough stones, wet and slippery with the heavy rain. The ground still fell away sharply. They had not gone very far when they came upon a great fissure that yawned suddenly black before their feet. It was not wide, but it was too wide to jump across in the dim light. They thought they could hear water gurgling in its depths. It curved away on their left northward, back towards the hills, and so barred their road in that direction, at any rate while darkness lasted. We had better try a way back southwards along the line of the cliff, I think, said Sam. We might find some nook there, or even a cave or something. I suppose so, said Frodo. Im tired, and I dont think I can scramble among stones much longer tonight though I grudge the delay. I wish there was a clear path in front of us: then Id go on till my legs gave way. They did not find the going any easier at the broken feet of the Emyn Muil. Nor did Sam find any nook or hollow to shelter in: only bare stony slopes frowned over by the cliff, which now rose again, higher and more sheer as they went back. In the end, worn out, they just cast themselves on the ground under the lee of a boulder lying not far from the foot of the precipice. There for some time they sat huddled mournfully together in the cold stony night, while sleep crept upon them in spite of all they could do to hold it off. The moon now rode high and clear. Its thin white light lit up the faces of the rocks and drenched the cold frowning walls of the cliff, turning all the wide looming darkness into a chill pale grey scored with black shadows. Well. said Frodo, standing up and drawing his cloak more closely round him. You sleep for a bit Sam and take my blanket. Ill walk up and down on sentry for a while. Suddenly he stiffened, and stooping he gripped Sam by the arm. Whats that. he whispered. Look over there on the cliff. Sam looked and breathed in sharply through his teeth. Ssss. he said. Thats what it is. Its that Gollum. Snakes and adders. And to think that I thought that wed puzzle him with our bit of a climb. Look at him. Like a nasty crawling spider on a wall. T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 613 Down the face of a precipice, sheer and almost smooth it seemed in the pale moonlight, a small black shape was moving with its thin limbs splayed out. Maybe its soft clinging hands and toes were finding crevices and holds that no hobbit could ever have seen or used, but it looked as if it was just creeping down on sticky pads, like some large prowling thing of insect-kind. And it was coming down head first, as if it was smelling its way.
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