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The turf was deep and yielding, and that helped them; but it seemed a long slow business. They gave the watch-fire a wide berth, and wormed their way forward bit by bit, until they came to the edge of the river, gurgling away in the black shadows under its deep banks. Then they looked back. The sounds had died away. Evidently Mauhu´r and his lads had been killed or driven off. The Riders had returned to their silent Steam price history extension vigil. It would not last very much longer. Already the night was old. In the East, which see more remained unclouded, the sky was beginning to grow pale. We must get under cover, said Pippin, or we shall be seen. It will not be any comfort to us, if these riders discover that we are not Orcs after we are dead. He got up and stamped his feet. Those cords have cut me like wires; but my feet are getting warm again. I could stagger on now. What about you, Merry. Merry got up. Yes, he said, I can manage it. Lembas does put heart into you. A more wholesome sort of feeling, too, than the heat of that orc-draught. I wonder what it was made of. Better not to know, I expect. Lets get a drink of water to wash away the thought of it. Not here, the banks are too steep, said Pippin. Forward now. They turned and walked side by side slowly along the line of the river. Behind them the light grew in the East. As they walked they compared notes, talking lightly in hobbit-fashion of the things that had happened since their capture. No listener would have guessed from their words that they had suffered cruelly, and been in dire peril, going without hope towards torment and death; or that even now, as they knew well, they had little chance of ever finding friend or safety again. You seem to have been doing well, Master Took, said Merry. You will get almost a chapter in old Bilbos book, if ever I get a chance to report to him. Good work: especially guessing that hairy villains little game, and playing up to sorry, fallout new vegas walkthrough map much. But I wonder if anyone will ever pick up your trail and find that brooch. I should hate to lose mine, but I am afraid yours is gone for good. I shall have to brush up my toes, if I am to get level with you. Indeed Cousin Brandybuck is going in front now. This is where he comes in. I dont suppose you have much notion where we are; but I spent my time at Rivendell rather better. We are walking west along the Entwash. The butt-end of the Misty Mountains is in front, and Fangorn Forest. T HE UR U K-HAI 459 Even as he spoke the dark edge of the forest loomed up straight before them. Night seemed to have taken refuge under its great trees, creeping away from the coming Dawn. Lead on, Master Brandybuck. said Pippin. Or lead back. We have been warned against Fangorn. But one so knowing will not have forgotten that. I have not, answered Merry; but the forest seems better to me, all the same, than turning back into the middle of a battle. He see more the way in under the huge branches of the trees. Old beyond guessing, they seemed. Great trailing beards of lichen hung from them, blowing and swaying in the breeze. Out of the shadows the hobbits peeped, gazing back down the slope: little furtive figures that in the dim light looked like elf-children in the deeps of time peering out of the Wild Wood in wonder at their first Dawn. Far over rust game id zip code Great River, and the Brown Lands, leagues upon grey leagues away, the Dawn came, red as flame. Loud rang the hunting-horns to greet it. The Riders of Rohan sprang suddenly to life. Horn answered horn again. Merry and Pippin heard, clear in the cold air, the neighing of war-horses, and the sudden singing of many men. The Suns limb was lifted, an arc of fire, above the margin of the world. Then with a great cry the Riders charged from the East; the red light gleamed on mail and spear. The Orcs yelled and shot all the arrows that remained to them. The hobbits saw several horsemen fall; but their line held on up the hill and over it, and wheeled round and charged again. Most of the raiders that were left alive strike crosshair valorant broke and fled, this way and that, pursued one by one to the death. But one band, holding together in a black wedge, drove forward resolutely in the direction of the forest. Straight up the slope they charged towards the watchers. Now they were drawing near, and it seemed certain that they would escape: they had already hewn down three Riders that barred their way. We have watched too long, said Merry. Theres Uglu´k. I dont want to meet him again. The hobbits turned and fled deep into opinion pubg game platforms best never shadows of the wood. So it was that they did not see the last stand, when Uglu´k was overtaken and brought to bay at the very edge of Fangorn. There he was ´ slain at last by Eomer, the Third Marshal of the Mark, who dismounted and fought him sword to sword. And over the wide fields the keen-eyed Riders hunted down the few Orcs that had escaped and still had strength to fly. Then when they had laid their fallen comrades in a mound and had sung their praises, the Riders made a great fire and scattered the 460 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS ashes of their enemies. So ended the raid, and no news of it came ever back either to Mordor or to Isengard; but the smoke of the burning rose high to heaven and was seen by many watchful eyes. Chapter 4 TREEBEARD Meanwhile the hobbits went with as much speed as the dark and tangled forest allowed, following the line of the running stream, westward and up towards the slopes of the mountains, deeper and deeper into Fangorn. Slowly their fear of the Orcs died away, and their pace slackened. A queer stifling feeling came over them, as if the air were too thin or too scanty for breathing. At last Merry halted. We cant go on like this, he panted. I want some air. Lets have a drink at any rate, said Pippin. Im parched. He clambered on to a great tree-root that wound click to see more into the stream, and stooping drew up some water in his cupped hands. It was clear and cold, and he took many draughts. Merry followed him. The water refreshed them and seemed to cheer their hearts; for a while they sat together on the brink of the stream, dabbling their sore feet and legs, and peering round at the trees that stood silently about them, rank upon rank, until they faded away into grey twilight in every direction. I suppose you havent lost us already. said Pippin, leaning back against a great tree-trunk. We can at least follow the course of this stream, the Entwash or whatever you call it, and get out again the way we came. We could, if our legs would do it, said Merry; and if we could breathe properly. Yes, it is all very dim, and stuffy, in here, said Pippin. It reminds me, somehow, of the old room in the Great Place of the Tooks away back in the Smials at Tuckborough: a huge place, where the furniture has never been moved or changed for generations. They say the Old Took lived in it year after year, while he and the room got older and shabbier together and it has never been changed since he died, a century ago. And Old Gerontius was my great-great-grandfather: that puts it back a bit. But that is nothing to the old feeling of this wood. Look at all those weeping, trailing, beards and whiskers of lichen. And most of the trees seem to be half covered with ragged dry leaves that have never fallen. Untidy. I cant imagine what spring would look like here, if it ever comes; still less a spring-cleaning. But the Sun at any rate must peep in sometimes, said Merry. It does not look or feel at all like Bilbos description of Mirkwood. That was all dark and black, and the home of dark black things. This is 462 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS just dim, and frightfully tree-ish. You cant imagine animals living here Steam price history extension all, or staying for long. No, nor hobbits, said Pippin. And I dont like the thought of trying to get through it either. Nothing to eat for a hundred miles, I should guess. How are our supplies. Low, said Merry. We ran off with nothing but a couple of spare packets of lembas, and left everything else behind. They looked at what remained of the elven-cakes: broken fragments for about five meagre days, that was all. And not a wrap or a blanket, said Merry. We shall be cold tonight, whichever way we go. Well, wed better decide on the way now, said Pippin. The morning must be getting on. Just then they became aware of a yellow light that had appeared, some way further on into the wood: shafts of sunlight seemed suddenly to have pierced the forest-roof. Hullo. said Merry. The Sun must have run into a cloud while weve been under these trees, and now she has run out again; or else she has climbed high enough to look down through some opening. It isnt far lets go and investigate. They found it was further than they thought. The ground was rising steeply still, and it was becoming increasingly stony. The light grew broader as they went on, and soon they saw that there was a rockwall before them: the side of a hill, or the abrupt end of some long root thrust out by the distant mountains. No trees grew on it, and the sun was falling full on its stony face. The twigs of the trees at its foot were stretched out stiff and still, as if reaching out to the warmth. Where all had looked so shabby and grey before, the wood now gleamed with rich browns, and with the smooth black-greys of bark like polished leather. The boles of the trees glowed with a soft green like young grass: early spring or a fleeting vision of it was about them. In the face of the stony wall there was something like a stair: natural perhaps, and made by the weathering and splitting of the rock, for it was rough and uneven. High up, almost level with the tops of forest-trees, there was a shelf under a cliff. Nothing grew there but a few grasses and weeds at its edge, and one old stump of a tree with only two bent branches left: it looked almost like the figure of some gnarled old man, standing there, blinking in the morning-light. Up we go. said Merry joyfully. Now for a breath of air, and a sight of the land. They climbed and scrambled up the rock. If the stair had been made it was for bigger feet and longer legs than theirs. They were too eager to be surprised at the remarkable way in which the cuts T RE EBEAR D 463 and sores of their captivity had healed and their vigour had returned. They came at length to the edge of the shelf almost at the feet of the old stump; then they sprang up and turned round with their backs to the click here, breathing deep, and looking out eastward. They saw that they had only come some three or four miles into the forest: the heads of the trees marched down the slopes towards the plain. There, near the fringe of the forest, tall spires of curling black smoke went up, wavering and floating towards them. The winds changing, said Merry. Its turned east again. It feels cool up here. Yes, said Pippin; Im afraid this is only a passing gleam, and it will all go grey again. What a pity. This shaggy old forest looked so different in the sunlight. I almost felt I liked the place. Almost felt you liked the Forest. Thats good. Thats uncommonly kind of you, said a strange voice. Turn round and let me have a look at your faces. I almost feel that I dislike you both, but do not let us be hasty. Turn around. A large knob-knuckled hand was laid on each of their shoulders, and they were twisted round, gently but irresistibly; then two great arms lifted them up. They found that they were looking at a most extraordinary face. It belonged to a large Man-like, almost Troll-like, figure, at least fourteen foot high, very sturdy, with a tall head, and hardly any neck. Https://strategygamespc.cloud/rust-game/rust-game-background-name.php it was clad in stuff like green and grey bark, or whether that was its hide, was difficult to say. At any rate the arms, at a short distance from the trunk, were not wrinkled, but covered with a brown smooth skin. The large feet had seven toes each. The lower part of the long face was covered with a sweeping grey beard, bushy, almost twiggy at the roots, thin and mossy at the ends. But at the moment the hobbits noted little but the eyes. These deep eyes were now surveying them, slow and solemn, but very penetrating. They were brown, shot with a green light. Often afterwards Pippin tried to describe his first impression of them. One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them, filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface was sparkling with the present; like sun shimmering on the outer leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake. I dont know, but it felt as if something that grew in the ground asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between root-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years. Hrum, Hoom, murmured the voice, a deep voice like a very deep woodwind instrument. Very odd indeed. Do not be hasty, that is 464 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS my motto. But if I had seen you, before I heard your voices I liked them: nice little voices; they reminded me of something I cannot remember if I had seen you before I heard you, I should have just trodden on you, taking you for little Orcs, and found out my mistake afterwards. Very odd you are, indeed. Root and twig, very odd. Pippin, though still amazed, no longer felt afraid. Under those eyes he felt a curious suspense, but not fear. Please, he said, who are you. And what are you. A queer look came into the old eyes, a kind of wariness; the deep wells were covered over. Hrum, now, answered the voice; well, I am an Ent, or thats what they call me. Yes, Ent is the word. The Ent, Continue reading am, you might say, in your manner of speaking. Fangorn is my name according to some, Treebeard others make it. Treebeard will do. An Ent. said Merry. Whats that. But what do you call yourself. Whats your real name. Hoo now. replied Treebeard. Hoo. Now that would be telling. Not so hasty. And I am doing the asking. You are in my country. What are you, I wonder. I cannot place you. You do not seem to come in the old lists that I learned when I was young. But that was a long, long time ago, and they may have made new lists. Let me see. Let me see. How did it go. Learn now the lore of Living Creatures. First name the four, the free peoples: Eldest of all, the elf-children; Dwarf the delver, dark are his houses; Ent the earthborn, old as mountains; Man the mortal, master of horses: Hm, hm, hm. Beaver the builder, buck the leaper, Bear bee-hunter, boar the fighter; Hound is hungry, hare is fearful. hm, hm. Eagle in eyrie, ox in pasture, Hart horn-crowne´d; hawk is swiftest, Swan the whitest, serpent coldest. Hoom, hm; hoom, hm, how did it go. Room tum, room tum, roomty toom tum. It was a long list. But anyway you do not seem to fit in anywhere. T RE EBEAR D 465 We always seem to have got left out of the old lists, and the old here, said Merry. Yet weve been about for quite a long time. Were hobbits. Why not make a new line. said Pippin. Half-grown hobbits, the hole-dwellers. Put us in amongst the four, next to Man (the Big People) and youve got it. Karaoke apex predator bad, not bad, said Treebeard. That would do. So you live in holes, eh. It sounds very right and proper. Who calls you hobbits, though. That does not sound Elvish to me. Elves made all the old words: they began it. Nobody else calls us hobbits; we call ourselves that, said Pippin. Hoom, hmm. Come now. Not so hasty. You call yourselves hobbits. But you should not go telling just anybody.
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