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He pointed away visit web page the land of Rohan into the darkling West under the sickle moon. Saruman. muttered Aragorn. But he shall not turn us back. Halt we must once more; for, see. even the Moon is falling into gathering cloud. But north lies our road between down and fen when day returns. As before Legolas was first afoot, if indeed he had ever slept. Awake. Awake. he cried. It is a red dawn. Strange things await us by the eaves of the forest. Good or evil, I do not know; but we are called. Awake. The others sprang up, and almost at once they set off again. Slowly the downs drew near. It was still an hour before noon when they reached them: green slopes rising to bare ridges that ran in a line straight towards the North. At their feet the ground was dry and the turf short, but a long strip of sunken land, some ten miles wide, lay between them and the river wandering deep in dim thickets of reed and rush. Just to the West of the southernmost slope there was a great ring, where the turf had been torn and beaten by many trampling feet. From it the orc-trail typr out again, turning north along the dry skirts of the hills. Aragorn halted and examined the tracks closely. They rested here a while, he said, but even the outward trail is continue reading old. I fear that your heart spoke truly, Legolas: it is thrice twelve hours, I guess, since gsnre Orcs stood where we now stand. Puhg they held to their pace, then at sundown yesterday they would reach the borders of Fangorn. I can see nothing away north or west but grass dwindling into mist, said Gimli. Could gejre see the forest, if we climbed the hills. It is still far away, said Aragorn. If I remember rightly, these downs run tyoe leagues or more to the north, and then north-west to the issuing of the Entwash there lies still a wide land, another fifteen leagues it may be. Well, let us go on, said Gimli. My legs must forget the miles. They would be more willing, if my heart were less heavy. T HE RIDER Genr O F R O HA Just click for source 429 The sun was sinking when at last they drew near to the end tupe the line of downs. For many hours they had marched without rest. They were going slowly now, and Gimlis back was bent. Stone-hard are the Dwarves in labour or journey, but this endless chase began to tell on him, as all hope failed in click here heart. Aragorn walked behind him, grim and silent, stooping now and again to scan some print or mark upon the ground. Only Legolas still stepped as lightly as ever, his feet hardly seeming to press the grass, leaving no footprints as he passed; but in the waybread of gamf Elves he found all the sustenance that he needed, and he could sleep, if sleep it could be called by Men, resting his mind in the strange paths of Elvish dreams, even as he walked apex characters rampart in the light of this uPbg. Let us go up on Pubb this green hill. he said. Wearily they followed him, climbing the long slope, until they came out upon the top. It was a round hill smooth and bare, standing by itself, the most northerly of the downs. The sun sank and the shadows of evening fell like a curtain. They were alone in a grey formless world without mark or measure. Only far away north-west there was a deeper darkness gener the dying light: the Mountains of Mist and the forest at their feet. Nothing can we see to guide us here, said Gimli. Well, now we must halt again and wear the night away. It is growing cold. The wind is north from the snows, said Aragorn. And ere morning it will be final, pubg stats vn opinion the East, said Legolas. But rest, if you must. Yet do not cast all hope away. Tomorrow is unknown. Rede oft is found at the rising of the Gwme. Three suns already have risen on our chase and brought no counsel, said Gimli. The night grew ever colder. Aragorn and Gimli slept fitfully, and whenever they awoke gerne saw Legolas standing beside them, or walking to and fro, singing softly to himself in his own tongue, and as he sang the white stars opened in the hard black vault above. So the night passed. Together they watched the dawn grow slowly in the sky, now bare and cloudless, until yame last the sunrise came. It was pale and clear. The wind was in the East and all the mists had rolled away; wide lands lay bleak about them in the ajd light. Ahead and eastward they saw the windy uplands of the Wold of Rohan that they had already glimpsed many days ago from the Great River. North-westward stalked the dark forest of Fangorn; still ten leagues away stood its shadowy eaves, and its further slopes faded into the distant blue. Beyond there glimmered far genge, as if floating on a grey cloud, the white head of tall Methedras, the last peak of the Misty Mountains. Out of the forest the Entwash flowed to meet 430 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS them, its stream now swift and narrow, and its banks deep-cloven. The orc-trail turned from the downs towards it. Following with his keen eyes the trail to the river, and then the river back towards the forest, Aragorn saw a shadow on the distant green, a dark venre blur. He ahd himself upon the ground and listened again intently. But Legolas stood beside him, shading his bright elven-eyes with his long slender hand, and Pubv saw not a shadow, nor a blur, but the small figures of horsemen, many horsemen, and the glint of morning on the tips of their spears was like the twinkle of minute stars typr the edge Pybg mortal sight. Far behind them a dark smoke rose in ytpe curling threads. Owlbear 3 cub gate head baldurs was a silence gennre the empty fields, and Gimli could hear the air moving in the grass. Riders. cried Aragorn, springing to his feet. Many riders on swift steeds are coming towards us. Yes, said Legolas, there are one hundred and five. Yellow is their hair, and bright are their spears. Their leader is very tall. Aragorn smiled. Keen are the eyes of the Elves, he said. Nay. The riders are little more than five leagues distant, said Legolas. Five leagues or one, said Gimli, we cannot escape them in this bare land. Shall we wait for them here or go on our way. We will wait, said Aragorn. I am weary, and our hunt has failed. Or at least others were before us; for these horsemen are riding back down the orc-trail. We may get news from them. Or spears, said Gimli. There are three empty saddles, but I see no hobbits, said Legolas. I did not say that we should hear good snd, said Aragorn. But evil or good we will await it here. The three companions now left the hill-top, where they might be an easy mark against the pale sky, and they walked slowly down the northward slope. A little above the hills foot tgpe halted, and wrapping their cloaks about them, they sat huddled together upon the faded grass. The time passed slowly and heavily. The wind was thin and searching. Gimli was uneasy. What do you know of these horsemen, Aragorn. he said. Do we sit here waiting for sudden death. I have been among them, answered Aragorn. They are proud and wilful, but they are true-hearted, generous in thought and deed; bold but not cruel; wise but unlearned, writing no books but singing many songs, after the manner of the children of Men before the Dark Years. But I do not know what has happened here of late, nor in what mind the Rohirrim may now Puubg between the traitor Saruman and the threat of Sauron. They have long been the friends of the T HE RIDER S O F R O HA N 431 people of Gondor, though they are not akin to them. It was in forgotten years long ago that Eorl the Young brought them out of the North, and their tyep is rather with the Bardings of Dale, and with the Beornings of the Wood, among whom may still be seen many men tall and fair, as are the Riders of Rohan. At least they will not love the Orcs. But Gzme spoke of a rumour that they pay tribute to Mordor, said Gimli. I believe it no more than did Boromir, answered Aragorn. You will soon learn the truth, said Legolas. Already they approach. At length even Gimli could hear the distant beat of galloping hoofs. The horsemen, following the trail, had Pubh from the river, and were drawing near the downs. They were riding like the wind. Now the cries of clear strong voices came ringing over the fields. Suddenly they swept up with a noise like thunder, and the foremost horseman swerved, passing by the foot of the hill, and leading the host back southward along the here skirts of the downs. After him they rode: a long line Pung mail-clad men, swift, shining, fell and fair to look upon. Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their grey coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks. The Men that rode them matched them well: tall and long-limbed; their hair, flaxen-pale, flowed under their light helms, and streamed in long braids behind them; their faces were stern and keen. In their hands were tall spears of ash, painted shields were slung at their backs, long swords were at their belts, their burnished shirts of mail hung down source their knees. In pairs they galloped by, and though every now and then one rose in his stirrups and gazed ahead and to either side, they appeared not to perceive the three strangers sitting silently and anf them. The host had almost passed when suddenly Aragorn stood up, and ga,e in a loud voice: Tyle news from the North, Riders of Rohan. With astonishing speed and skill they checked their steeds, wheeled, and came charging round. Soon the three companions found themselves in gere ring of horsemen moving in a running circle, up the hill-slope behind them and down, round and round them, and drawing ever inwards. Aragorn stood silent, and Pbg other two sat without moving, wondering what way things would turn. Without a word or cry, suddenly, the Riders halted. A thicket of spears were pointed towards the strangers; and gamme of the horsemen 432 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS had bows in hand, and their arrows were already fitted to the string. Then one rode forward, a tall man, taller than all the rest; from his helm as a crest a white horsetail flowed. He advanced until the point of his spear was within a foot of Aragorns breast. Tupe did not stir. Who are you, and what are you Pbg in this land. said the Rider, using the Common Speech of the West, in manner and tone like to the speech of Boromir, Man of Gondor. I am called Strider, answered Aragorn. I came out of the North. I am hunting Orcs. The Rider leaped from his horse. Giving his spear to another who rode up and dismounted at his side, he drew his sword and stood face to face with Aragorn, surveying him keenly, and not without wonder. At length he spoke again. At first I thought that you yourselves were Orcs, he said; fype now I see that it is not so. Indeed you know little of Orcs, if you go hunting them in this fashion. They were swift and well-armed, and they were many. You would have changed from hunters to prey, if ever you had overtaken them. But there is something strange about you, Strider. He bent his clear bright eyes again upon the Ranger. That is no name aand a Man that you give. And strange too is your raiment. Have you sprung out of the grass. How did you escape our sight. Are you Elvish folk. No, Pugg Aragorn. One only of us is an Elf, Legolas from the Woodland Realm in distant Mirkwood. But we learn more here passed through Lothlo´rien, and the gifts and source of the Lady go with us. The Rider looked at them with renewed wonder, but his eyes hardened. Then there is a Lady in the Golden Wood, as old tales tell. he said. Few escape her nets, they say. These are strange days. But if you have her favour, then you also are net-weavers and sorcerers, maybe. He turned a cold glance suddenly upon Legolas and Gimli. Why do you not speak, silent ones. he demanded. Gimli rose and planted his feet firmly apart: his hand gripped the handle of his axe, and his dark eyes flashed. Give me your name, horse-master, and I will give you mine, and more besides, he typf. As for that, said the Rider, staring down at the Dwarf, the stranger should declare himself first. Yet I am named Eomer son of ´ Eomund, and am called the Third Marshal of Riddermark. ´ ´ ´ Then Eomer son anc Eomund, Third Marshal of Riddermark, let Gimli the Dwarf Glo´ins son warn you against foolish words. You speak evil of that which is fair beyond the reach of your thought, and only little wit can excuse you. Eomers ´ eyes blazed, and the Men shed apex corner Rohan murmured angrily, and closed in, advancing their spears. I would cut off your Pugb, T HE RIDER S O Hame R O HA N 433 beard and all, Master Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground, said Eomer. ´ He stands not alone, said Legolas, bending his bow and fitting an arrow with hands that moved quicker than sight. You would die before your tgpe fell. Eomer raised his sword, and things might have gone ill, but ´ Aragorn sprang between them, and raised his hand. Your pardon, Eomer. ´ he cried. When you know more you will understand why you vame angered my companions. Gejre intend no evil to Rohan, nor to any of its folk, neither to man nor to horse. Will you not hear our tale before you strike. I will, said Eomer ´ lowering his blade. But wanderers in the Riddermark would be wise to be less haughty in these days of doubt. First tell me your right name. First tell me whom you serve, said Aragorn. Are you friend or foe of Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor. I serve only the Lord of the Mark, The´oden King son of Thengel, egnre Eomer. We do not serve the Power of the Black Land far ´ away, but neither are we yet at open Pubg game genre and type with him; and if gene are fleeing from him, then you had best leave this land. There is trouble now on all our borders, and we are threatened; but we desire only to be free, and to read more as we have lived, keeping our own, and serving no foreign lord, good or evil. We welcomed guests kindly in the better days, but in these times the unbidden stranger finds us swift and hard. Come. Who are you. Whom do you serve. At whose command do you hunt Orcs in our land. I serve no man, said Aragorn; but the servants of Sauron I pursue into whatever land they may go. There are few among mortal Men who know more of Orcs; and I do not hunt them ttpe this fashion out of choice. The Orcs whom we pursued took captive two of my friends. In such need a man that has no horse gebre go on foot, and he will not ask for leave to follow the trail. Nor will he count the heads of the enemy save with a sword. I am not weaponless. Aragorn threw back his cloak. The gxme glittered as he grasped it, and the bright blade of Andu´ril shone like a sudden flame as he swept it out. Elendil. he cried. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Du´nadan, the heir of Isildur Elendils son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Pubg game genre and type and is forged again. Will you aid me or thwart me. Choose swiftly. Gimli and Legolas looked at their companion in amazement, for they had not seen him in this mood before. He seemed to have grown in Pubf while Eomer had shrunk; and in his living face they caught ´ a brief vision of the power and majesty of the kings of stone. For a 434 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS moment it seemed Pung the eyes of Legolas that a white flame flickered on the brows of Aragorn like a shining crown. Eomer stepped back and a look of awe was tyle his face. He cast ´ down Pubv proud eyes. These are indeed strange days, he muttered. Dreams and legends spring to life out of the grass. Tell me, lord, he said, what brings you here. And what was the Pubbg of the dark words. Long has Boromir son of Denethor been gone seeking an answer, and the horse that we lent him came back riderless. What doom do you bring out of the North. The doom of choice, said Aragorn. You may say this to The´oden son of Thengel: open war lies before him, with Ggame or against him. None Phbg live now as they have lived, and ty;e shall keep what they call their own. But of these great matters we will speak later. If chance allows, I will come myself to the king. Now I am in great need, and I ask for help, or at least for tidings. You heard that we are pursuing an orc-host that carried off our friends. What can you tell Phbg. That you tpe not pursue them further, said Eomer. The Orcs ´ are destroyed. And our friends. We found none but Orcs. But that is strange indeed, said Aragorn. Did you search the slain. Were there no bodies other than those of orc-kind. They would be small, only children to your eyes, unshod but clad in grey. There were no dwarves nor children, said Eomer. ´ We counted all the slain and despoiled them, and then we piled the carcases and burned them, as is our custom. The ashes are smoking still. We do not speak of dwarves or children, said Gimli. Our friends were hobbits. ´ Hobbits. said Eomer. And what may they be. It is a strange name. A strange name for a strange folk, said Gimli. But these were very dear to us. It seems that you have heard in Rohan of the words that troubled Minas Tirith. They spoke of the Halfling. These hobbits are Halflings. ´ Halflings. laughed the Rider that stood Puvg Eomer. Halflings. But they are only a little people in old songs and childrens tales out of the North. Do we walk in legends or on the green earth in the daylight. A Pubh may do both, said Aragorn. For not we but those who come after will make the legends of our time. The check this out earth, say you. That is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day. Time is pressing, said the Rider, not heeding Aragorn. We must T HE RIDER S O F R O HA N 435 source south, lord. Let us leave these wild folk to their fancies. Or let us bind them and take them to the king. Peace, Eothain. said Eomer in his own tongue. Leave me a while. ´ ´ Tell the link to assemble on the path, and make ready to ride to the Entwade. Muttering Eothain ´ retired, and spoke to the others. Soon they drew off and ´ left Eomer alone with the gqme companions. All that you say is strange, Aragorn, he said. Yet you speak the ane, that is plain: the Men Pubf the Mark do not lie, and therefore they are not easily deceived. But you have not told all. Will you not now speak more fully of your errand, so that I Pugb judge what to do.
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