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Well, my tale begins with waking up in the dark and finding myself all strung-up in an orc-camp, said Pippin. Let me see, what is today. The fifth of March in the Shire-reckoning, said Aragorn. Pippin made some calculations on his fingers. Only nine days ago. he said. It seems a year since we were caught. Well, though half of it was Baldurs gate quests hard a bad dream, I reckon that three very horrible days followed. Merry will correct me, if I forget anything important: I am not going into details: the whips and the filth and stench and all that; it does not bear remembering. With that he plunged into an account of Boromirs last fight and the orc-march from Emyn Muil to the Forest. Every month in the Shire-calendar had 30 days. 564 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The others nodded as the various points were fitted in with their guesses. Here are some treasures that you let fall, said Aragorn. You will be glad to have them back. He loosened his belt from under his cloak, and took from it the two sheathed knives. Well. said Merry. I never expected to see those again. I marked a few orcs with mine; but Uglu´k took them from us. How he glared. At first I thought he was going to stab me, but he threw the things away as if they burned him. And here also is your brooch, Pippin, said Aragorn. I have kept it safe, for it is a very precious thing. I know, said Pippin. It was a wrench to let it go; but what else could I do. Nothing else, answered Aragorn. One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters. You did rightly. The cutting of the bands on your wrists, that was smart work. said Gimli. Luck served you there; but you seized hate chance with both hands, one might say. And set us a pretty riddle, said Legolas. I wondered if you had grown wings. Unfortunately not, said Pippin. But you did not know about Grishna´kh. He shuddered and said Baldirs more, leaving Merry to tell of those last horrible moments: the pawing hands, the hot breath, and the dreadful strength of Grishna´khs hairy arms. All this about the Orcs of Barad-duˆr, Lugbu´rz as they call it, makes me uneasy, said Aragorn. The Dark Lord already knew too much, and his servants also; and Grishna´kh evidently sent some message across the River after the quarrel. The Red Eye will be looking towards Isengard. But Saruman at any rate is in a cleft stick of his own cutting. Yes, whichever side wins, his outlook is poor, said Merry. Things began to go all wrong for him from the moment his Orcs set foot in Rohan. We caught a glimpse of the old villain, or so Gandalf hints, said Gimli. On the edge of the Forest. When was that. asked Pippin. Five nights ago, said Aragorn. Let me see, said Merry: five nights ago now we come to a part of the story you know nothing about. We met Treebeard that morning after the battle; and that night we were at Wellinghall, one of his ent-houses. The next morning we went to Entmoot, a gathering Baldurs gate quests hard Ents, that is, and the queerest thing I have ever seen in my life. It lasted all that day and the next; and we spent the nights with an Ent called Quickbeam. And then late in the afternoon in the third day F L O TSAM A ND JETSAM 565 of their moot, the Ents suddenly blew up. It was amazing. The Forest had felt as tense as if a thunderstorm was brewing inside it: then all at once it exploded. I wish you could have heard their song as they marched. If Saruman had heard it, he would be a hundred miles away by now, even if he had had to run on his own legs, said Pippin. Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone, We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door. There was very much more. A great deal of the song had no words, and was like a music of horns and drums. It was very exciting. But I thought it was only marching music and no more, just a song until I got here. I know better now. We came down Baldufs the last ridge into Nan Curunı´r, after night had fallen, Merry continued. It was then that I first had the feeling that the Forest itself was moving behind us. I thought I was dreaming an entish dream, but Pippin had noticed it too. We were both frightened; but we did not find out more about it until later. It was the Huorns, or so the Ents call them in short language. Treebeard wont say much about them, but I think they are Ents that have become almost like trees, at least to look at. They stand here and there in the wood or under its eaves, silent, watching endlessly over the trees; but deep in the darkest dales there are hundreds and hundreds of them, I believe. There is a great power in them, and they seem able to wrap themselves in shadow: it is difficult to see them moving. But they do. They can move very quickly, if they are angry. You stand still looking at the weather, maybe, or listening to the rustling of the wind, and then suddenly you find that you are in the middle of a wood with great groping trees all around you. They still have voices, and can speak with the Ents that is why they are qeusts Huorns, Treebeard says Balxurs they have become queer and wild. Dangerous. I should be terrified of meeting them, if there were no true Ents about to look after them. Well, in the early night we crept down a long ravine into the upper end of the Wizards Vale, the Ents with all their rustling Huorns behind. We could not see link, of course, but the whole air was full of creaking. It was very dark, a cloudy night. They moved at a great speed as soon as they had left the hills, and made a noise like a rushing wind. The Moon did just click for source appear through the clouds, hate not long after midnight there was a tall wood all round the north side of Isengard. There was no sign of enemies nor of any challenge. 566 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS There was a light gleaming from a high window in the tower, that was all. Treebeard and a few more Ents crept on, right round to within sight of the great gates. Pippin and I were with him. We were sitting on Treebeards shoulders, and I could feel the quivering tenseness in him. But even when they are roused, Ents can be very cautious gte patient. They quesst still as carved stones, breathing and listening. Then all at once there was a tremendous stir. Trumpets blared, and the walls of Isengard echoed. We thought that we had been discovered, and that battle was going to begin. But nothing of the sort. All Sarumans people were marching away. I dont know much about this war, or about the Horsemen of Rohan, but Saruman seems to have meant to finish off the king and all his men with one final blow. He emptied Isengard. I saw the enemy go: endless lines duty game unblocked call of marching Orcs; and troops of them mounted on great wolves. And there were battalions of Men, too. Many of them carried torches, and in the flare I could see their faces. Most of them were ordinary men, rather tall and dark-haired, and grim but not particularly evillooking. But there were some others that were horrible: man-high, but with goblin-faces, sallow, leering, squint-eyed. Do you know, they reminded me at once of that Southerner at Bree; only he was not so obviously orc-like as most of these were. I thought of him too, said Aragorn. We had many of these half-orcs to deal with at Helms Deep. It seems plain now that that Southerner was gaate spy of Sarumans; but whether he was working with the Black Riders, or for Saruman alone, Qussts do not know. It is difficult with these evil folk to know when they are in league, and when they are cheating one another. Well, of all sorts together, there must have been ten thousand at the very least, said Merry. They took an hour to pass out of the gates. Some went off down the highway to the Fords, and some turned away and went eastward. A bridge has been built down there, about a mile away, where the river runs in a very deep channel. You could see it now, if you stood up. They were all singing with harsh voices, and laughing, making a hideous din. I thought things looked very black for Rohan. But Treebeard did not move. He said: My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone. But, though I could not see what was happening in the dark, I believe that Huorns began to move south, as soon as the gates were shut again. Their business was with Orcs I think. They were far down the valley in the morning; or at any rate there was a shadow there that one couldnt see through. As soon as Saruman had sent off all his army, our turn came. Treebeard put us down, and went up to the gates, and began ham- F L O TSAM A ND JETSAM 567 mering on the doors, and calling for Saruman. There was no answer, except arrows and stones from the walls. But arrows are no use against Ents. They hurt them, of course, and infuriate them: like stinging flies. But an Ent can be stuck as full of orc-arrows as a pin-cushion, and take no serious harm. Qeusts cannot be poisoned, for one thing; and their skin seems to be very thick, and tougher than bark. It takes a very heavy axe-stroke to wound them seriously. They dont like axes. But there would have to be a great many axe-men to one Ent: a man that hacks once at an Ent never gets a chance of a second blow. A punch from an Ent-fist crumples up iron like thin tin. When Treebeard had got a few arrows in him, source began to warm up, to get positively hasty, as he would say. He let out a great hoom-hom, and a dozen more Ents came striding up. An angry Ent is terrifying. Their fingers, and their toes, just freeze on to rock; and Baldurd tear it up like bread-crust. It was like watching the work of great tree-roots in a hundred years, all packed into a few moments. They pushed, pulled, tore, shook, and hammered; and clang-bang, crash-crack, in five minutes they had these huge gates just lying in ruin; and some were already beginning to eat into the walls, like rabbits in a sand-pit. I dont know what Saruman thought was happening; but anyway he did not know how to deal with it. His wizardry may have been falling off haard, of course; but anyway I think he has not much grit, not much plain courage alone in a tight place without a lot of slaves and machines and things, if you know what I mean. Very different from old Gandalf. Click wonder if more info fame was not all along mainly due to his cleverness in settling at Isengard. No, said Aragorn. Once he was as great as his fame made him. His knowledge was deep, his thought was subtle, and his hands marvellously skilled; and he had Baldurz power over the minds of others. The wise he could persuade, and the smaller folk he could daunt. That power he certainly still keeps. There are not many in Middle-earth that I should say were safe, if they were left alone to talk with him, even now when he has suffered a defeat. Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel, perhaps, now that his wickedness has been laid bare, but very few others. The Ents are safe, said Pippin. He seems at one time to have got round them, but never again. And anyway he did not understand them; and he made the great mistake of leaving them out of his calculations. He had no plan for them, and there was no time to qursts any, once they had set to work. As soon as our attack began, the few remaining rats in Isengard started bolting through every hole that the Ents made. The Questss let the Men go, after they had questioned them, two or three dozen only down at this end. Rust game bar dont think 568 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS many orc-folk, of any size, escaped. Not from the Huorns: there was a wood full of them all round Isengard by that time, as well as those that had gone quuests the valley. When the Ents had reduced a large part of the click at this page walls to rubbish, and what was left of his people had bolted and deserted him, Saruman fled in a panic. He seems to have been gxte the gates when we arrived: I expect he came to watch his splendid army gatr out. When the Ents broke their way in, he left in a hurry. They did not spot him at queshs. But the night had opened out, and there was a gatte light of stars, quite enough for Ents to see by, and suddenly Quickbeam gave a cry The tree-killer, the tree-killer. Quickbeam is a gentle creature, but he hates Saruman all the more fiercely for that: his people suffered cruelly from orc-axes. He Balsurs down the path from the inner gate, and he can move like a wind when he see more roused. There was a pale figure hurrying away in and out of the shadows of the pillars, and it had nearly reached the stairs to the tower-door. But it was a near thing. Quickbeam was so hot after him, that he was within a step or two of being caught and strangled when he slipped in through the door. When Saruman was safe back in Orthanc, it was not long before he set some of his precious machinery to work. By that time there were many Ents inside Isengard: some had followed Quickbeam, and others had burst in from the north and east; they were roaming about and doing a great deal of damage. Suddenly up came fires and foul fumes: nard vents and shafts all over the plain began to spout and belch. Several of the Ents got scorched and blistered. One of them, Beechbone I think he was called, a very tall handsome Ent, got caught in a spray of some liquid fire and burned like a torch: a horrible sight. That sent them mad. I thought that they had been really roused before; but I was wrong. I saw what it was like at last. It was staggering. They roared and boomed and trumpeted, until stones began to crack and fall at the mere noise of them. Merry and I lay on the ground and stuffed hhard cloaks into our ears. Round and round the rock of Orthanc the Ents went striding and storming like a howling gale, breaking pillars, hurling avalanches of boulders down the shafts, tossing up huge slabs of stone into the air like leaves. The tower was in the middle of a spinning whirlwind. I saw iron posts and blocks of masonry go rocketing up hundreds of feet, and smash against the windows of Orthanc. But Treebeard kept his head. He had not had any burns, luckily. He did not want qquests folk to hurt themselves in their fury, and he did not want Saruman to escape out of some hole in the confusion. Many of the Ents were hurling themselves against the Orthanc-rock; but that defeated them. It is very smooth and hard. Some wizardry is in it, perhaps, older and stronger than Sarumans. F L O TSAM A ND JETSAM 569 Anyway they could not get a grip on it, https://strategygamespc.cloud/pubg-game/pubg-game-lovo-windows-7.php make a crack in it; and they were bruising and wounding themselves against it. So Treebeard went out into the ring and shouted. His enormous voice rose above all the din. There was a dead silence, suddenly. In it we heard a shrill laugh from a high window in the tower. That had a queer effect on the Ents. They had been boiling over; now they became cold, grim as ice, and quiet. They left the plain and gathered round Treebeard, standing quite still. He spoke to them for a little in their own language; I think he was telling them of a plan he had made in his old head long before. Then they just faded silently away in the grey light. Day was dawning by that time. They set a watch on the tower, I believe, but the watchers were so well hidden in shadows and kept so still, that I could not see them. The others went away north. All that day they were busy, out of sight. Most of the time we were left alone. It was a dreary day; and we wandered about a bit, though we kept out of the Balcurs of the windows of Orthanc, as much as we could: they stared at us so threateningly. A good deal of the time we spent looking for something to eat. And also we sat and talked, wondering what was happening away south bard Rohan, and what had become of all the rest of our Company. Every now and then we could hear in the distance the rattle and hadr of stone, and thudding noises echoing in the hills. In the afternoon we walked round the circle, and went to have a look at what was going on. There was a great shadowy wood of Huorns at the head of the valley, and another round the northern wall. We did not dare to go in. But there was a rending, tearing noise of work going on inside. Ents and Huorns were digging great pits and trenches, and making great pools and dams, gathering all the waters of the Isen and every other spring and stream that quexts could find. We left them to it. At dusk Treebeard came back to the gate. He was humming and booming to himself, and seemed pleased. He stood and stretched his fate arms and legs and breathed deep. I asked him if he was tired. Tired. he said, fate. Well no, not tired, but stiff. I need a good draught of Entwash. We have worked hard; we gzte done more stone-cracking and earth-gnawing today than we have done in many a long year before. But it is nearly finished. When night falls do not linger near this gate or in the old tunnel. Water may come through and it will be foul water for a while, until all the filth of Saruman is washed away. Then Isen can run clean again. He began to pull down a bit more of the walls, in a leisurely sort of way, just to amuse himself. We were just wondering where it would Balvurs safe to lie and get some sleep, when the most amazing thing of all happened. There 570 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS was the sound of a rider coming swiftly up the road. Merry and I lay quiet, and Treebeard hid himself in the shadows under the arch. Suddenly a great horse came striding up, like a flash of silver. It was already dark, but I could see the riders face clearly: it seemed to shine, and all his clothes were white. I just sat up, staring, with my mouth open. I tried to call out, and couldnt. There was no need. He halted just by wuests and looked down at us. Gandalf. I said at last, but my voice was only a whisper. Did he baldurs gate mistmyr jackson Hullo, Pippin. This is a pleasant surprise. No, indeed. He said: Get up, you tom-fool of a Took. Where, in the name of wonder, in all this ruin is Treebeard. I want him. Quick.
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