John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. The Lord Of The Rings: Two Towers
Winston Churchill's speech 'we shall fight them on the beaches' is one of the home, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, If you look at the text above it says “we shall fight on the beaches”. Uglúk: Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys! Gollum: [gets up, trying to be polite] We be nice to them, if they be nice to us. . Gandalf: Hmm? Aragorn: You still speak in riddles. .. Ride out and meet them. . Text is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License; additional terms may apply. Aragorn: "You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it. They still defend it. Aragorn: "Ride out and meet them." Théoden: "For death and.
Something happened after he left us that overcame his fear and doubt. The last words of Boromir he long kept secret. And Sam is with him; only he would have taken his pack. There is little hope either way. We have already lost precious hours. My heart speaks clearly at last: The Company has played its part. Yet we that remain cannot forsake our companions while we have strength left.
We will go now. Leave all that can be spared behind! We will press on by day and dark! They laid beneath it such of their goods as they did not need and could not carry away.
Then they left Parth Galen. The afternoon was fading as they came back to the glade where Boromir had fallen. There they picked up the trail of the Orcs. It needed little skill to find. And later we may have to search for our path in hard bare lands.
But it will be a long chase: With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter! Forth the Three Hunters! Through the trees he sped. On and on he led them, tireless and swift, now that his mind was at last made up. The woods about the lake they left behind. Long slopes they climbed, dark, hard-edged against the sky already red with sunset. They passed away, grey shadows in a stony land. Chapter 2 The Riders of Rohan Dusk deepened.
Mist lay behind them among the trees below, and brooded on the pale margins of the Anduin, but the sky was clear. The waxing moon was riding in the West, and the shadows of the rocks were black. They had come to the feet of stony hills, and their pace was slower, for the trail was no longer easy to follow.
Here the highlands of the Emyn Muil ran from North to South in two long tumbled ridges.
The western side of each ridge was steep and difficult, but the eastward slopes were gentler, furrowed with many gullies and narrow ravines. All night the three companions scrambled in this bony land, climbing to the crest of the first and tallest ridge, and down again into the darkness of a deep winding valley on the other side.
There in the still cool hour before dawn they rested for a brief space. The moon had long gone down before them, the stars glittered above them; the first light of day had not yet come over the dark hills behind. For the moment Aragorn was at a loss: Or southward to strike the Entwash? Let us search northwards! A cliff frowned upon their right; to their left rose grey slopes, dim and shadowy in the late night.
They went on for a mile or more northwards. Legolas was some way ahead. Suddenly the Elf gave a cry and the others came running towards him. Five dead Orcs lay there. They had been hewn with many cruel strokes, and two had been beheaded. The ground was wet with their dark blood. Do any folk dwell in these hills? It might be that some company of Men were hunting here for reasons that we do not know. Yet I think not. Among the slain are none of the great Orcs with the strange badges. There was a quarrel, I guess: Maybe there was some dispute about the road.
Already the eastward sky was turning pale; the stars were fading, and a grey light was slowly growing. A little further north they came to a fold in which a tiny stream, falling and winding, had cut a stony path down into the valley. In it some bushes grew, and there were patches of grass upon its sides. As if fresh from a night's rest they sprang from stone to stone. At last they reached the crest of the grey hill, and a sudden breeze blew in their hair and stirred their cloaks: Turning back they saw across the River the far hills kindled.
Éomer meets the Three Hunters in the Eastemnet (approximate date) - Events - Henneth Annûn
Day leaped into the sky. The red rim of the sun rose over the shoulders of the dark land. Before them in the West the world lay still, formless and grey; but even as they looked, the shadows of night melted, the colours of the waking earth returned: Not yet does my road lie southward to your bright streams.
Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea! West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old. O winged crown and throne of gold! Now let us go! The ridge upon which the companions stood went down steeply before their feet. Below it twenty fathoms or more, there was a wide and rugged shelf which ended suddenly in the brink of a sheer cliff: So ended the Emyn Muil, and the green plains of the Rohirrim stretched away before them to the edge of sight.
He is very high. He seems to be flying now away, from this land back to the North. He is going with great speed. I wonder what is his errand, if he is the same bird that I have seen before. I can see something nearer at hand and more urgent; there is something moving over the plain! They are many leagues away: They followed their enemies now by the clear light of day. It seemed that the Orcs had pressed on with all possible speed. Every now and again the pursuers found things that had been dropped or cast away: The trail led them north along the top of the escarpment, and at length they came to a deep cleft carved in the rock by a stream that splashed noisily down.
In the narrow ravine a rough path descended like a steep stair into the plain. At the bottom they came with a strange suddenness on the grass of Rohan. It swelled like a green sea up to the very foot of the Emyn Muil.
The falling stream vanished into a deep growth of cresses and water-plants, and they could hear it tinkling away in green tunnels, down long gentle slopes towards the fens of Entwash Vale far away. They seemed to have left winter clinging to the hills behind. Here the air was softer and warmer, and faintly scented, as if spring was already stirring and the sap was flowing again in herb and leaf. Legolas took a deep breath, like one that drinks a great draught after long thirst in barren places.
Now we have a chance to lessen their lead! Nearly due west the broad swath of the marching Orcs tramped its ugly slot; the sweet grass of Rohan had been bruised and blackened as they passed. Presently Aragorn gave a cry and turned aside. These, however, did not go far before they were crossed by orc-prints, also coming out from the main trail behind and in front, and then they curved sharply back again and were lost in the trampling.
At the furthest point Aragorn stooped and picked up something from the grass; then he ran back. He is smaller than the other.
And look at this! He held up a thing that glittered in the sunlight. It looked like the new-opened leaf of a beech-tree, fair and strange in that treeless plain. I think Pippin ran away from the trail for that purpose. We do not pursue in vain. Let us go on! The thought of those merry young folk driven like cattle burns my heart. Light clouds came up out of the sea in the distant South and were blown away upon the breeze.
Shadows rose behind and reached out long arms from the East. Still the hunters held on. One day now had passed since Boromir fell, and the Orcs were yet far ahead. No longer could any sight of them be seen in the level plains. As nightshade was closing about them Aragorn halted.
Only twice in the day's march had they rested for a brief while, and twelve leagues now lay between them and the eastern wall where they had stood at dawn. If a prisoner should escape, or if one should be carried off, eastward, say, to the Great River, towards Mordor, we might pass the signs and never know it.
Their present course bears me out. In the dark we should have passed the signs that led you to the brooch. How that is to be done cannot be guessed, but first we must overtake them. And if we rest, then the blind night is the time to do so. I will follow your counsel. If the Moon gave enough light, we would use it, but alas! Ours is but a small matter in the great deeds of this time.
A vain pursuit from its beginning, maybe, which no choice of mine can mar or mend. Well, I have chosen. So let us use the time as best we may! Before dawn was in the sky he woke and rose. Gimli was still deep in slumber, but Legolas was standing, gazing northwards into the darkness, thoughtful and silent as a young tree in a windless night.
Only an eagle could overtake them now. Stooping he roused the Dwarf. We must go,' he said. He lay there motionless, for so long a time that Gimli wondered if he had swooned or fallen asleep again. Dawn came glimmering, and slowly a grey light grew about them. At last he rose, and now his friends could see his face: Faint and far are the feet of our enemies.
But loud are the hoofs of the horses. It comes to my mind that I heard them, even as I lay on the ground in sleep, and they troubled my dreams: But now they are drawing ever further from us, riding northward. I wonder what is happening in this land!
So the third day of their pursuit began. During all its long hours of cloud and fitful sun they hardly paused, now striding, now running, as if no weariness could quench the fire that burned them. Over the wide solitude they passed and their elven-cloaks faded against the background of the grey-green fields; even in the cool sunlight of mid-day few but elvish eyes would have marked them, until they were close at hand.
All day the track of their enemies led straight on, going north-west without a break or turn. As once again the day wore to its end they came to long treeless slopes, where the land rose, swelling up towards a line of low humpbacked downs ahead. The orc-trail grew fainter as it bent north towards them, for the ground became harder and the grass shorter.
Far away to the left the river Entwash wound, a silver thread in a green floor. No moving thing could be seen. Often Aragorn wondered that they saw no sign of beast or man.
The dwellings of the Rohirrim were for the most part many leagues away to the South, under the wooded eaves of the White Mountains, now hidden in mist and cloud; yet the Horse-lords had formerly kept many herds and studs in the Eastemnet, this easterly region of their realm, and there the herdsmen had wandered much, living in camp and tent, even in winter-time.
But now all the land was empty, and there was silence that did not seem to be the quiet of peace.
At dusk they halted again. Now twice twelve leagues they had passed over the plains of Rohan and the wall of the Emyn Muil was lost in the shadows of the East. The young moon was glimmering in a misty sky, but it gave small light, and the stars were veiled. I fear they have already reached the forest and the dark hills, and even now are passing into the shadows of the trees. Yet I am weary. I distrust the silence. I distrust even the pale Moon. The stars are faint; and I am weary as I have seldom been before, weary as no Ranger should be with a clear trail to follow.
There is some will that lends speed to our foes and sets an unseen barrier before us: For the will is not behind us but before us. Halt we must once more; for, see!
But north lies our road between down and fen when day returns. Strange things await us by the eaves of the forest. Good or evil, I do not know; but we are called. Slowly the downs drew near.
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It was still an hour before noon when they reached them: 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 ran out again, turning north along the dry skirts of the hills.
Aragorn halted and examined the tracks closely. I fear that your heart spoke truly, Legolas: If they held to their pace, then at sundown yesterday they would reach the borders of Fangorn. They would be more willing, if my heart were less heavy. For many hours they had marched without rest. They were going slowly now, and Gimli's 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 his 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. 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 against the dying light: It is growing cold! Yet do not cast all hope away. Rede oft is found at the rising of the Sun.
The night grew ever colder. Aragorn and Gimli slept fitfully, and whenever they awoke they 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 at 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 bitter 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 away, 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 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 swift-moving blur. He cast himself upon the ground and listened again intently. But Legolas stood beside him, shading his bright elven-eyes with his long slender hand, and he 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 beyond the edge of mortal sight.
Far behind them a dark smoke rose in thin curling threads. There was a silence in the empty fields, arid Gimli could hear the air moving in the grass. Yellow is their hair, and bright are their spears. Their leader is very tall. The riders are little more than five leagues distant,' said Legolas.
Shall we wait for them here or go on our way? Or at least others were before us; for these horsemen are riding back down the orc-trail. We may get new s from them. A little above the hill's foot they 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.
But I do not know what has happened here of late, nor in what mind the Rohirrim may now be between the traitor Saruman and the threat of Sauron. They have long been the friends of the 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 kinship 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. The horsemen, following the trail, had turned 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 western skirts of the downs.
After him they rode: 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: In their hands were tall spears of ash, painted shields were slung at their backs, long swords were at their belts, their burnished skirts of mail hung down upon 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 watching them.
The host had almost passed when suddenly Aragorn stood up, and called in a loud voice: Soon the three companions found themselves in a 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 the 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 some of the horsemen 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 Aragorn's breast.
Aragorn did not stir. I am hunting Orcs. 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. 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.
And strange too is your raiment. Have you sprung out of the grass? How did you escape our sight? Are you elvish folk? These are strange days! But if you have her favour, then you also are net-weavers and sorcerers, maybe. Gimli rose and planted his feet firmly apart: You speak evil of that which is fair beyond the reach of your thought, and only little wit can excuse you.
We 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? First tell me your right name. There is trouble now on all our borders, and we are threatened; but we desire only to be free, and to live 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. Whom do you serve? At whose command do you hunt Orcs in our land? There are few among mortal Men who know more of Orcs; and I do not hunt them in 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 will 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. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? For a moment it seemed to the eyes of Legolas that a white flame flickered on the brows of Aragorn like a shining crown. He cast down his proud eyes. And what was the meaning 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?
None may live now as they have lived, and few 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 us? Were there no bodies other than those of orc-kind? They would be small. Only children to your eyes, unshod but clad in grey.
The ashes are smoking still. It is a strange name. It seems that you have heard in Rohan of the words that troubled Minas Tirith. They spoke of the Halfling. These hobbits are Halflings. But they are only a little people in old songs and children's tales out of the North.
Do we walk in legends or on the green earth in the daylight? The green earth, say you? That is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day! Let us leave these wild folk to their fancies. Or let us bind them and take them to the king. But you have not told all. Will you not now speak more fully of your errand, so that I may judge what to do?
My errand was to go to that city with the son of Denethor, to aid his folk in their war against Sauron. But the Company that I journeyed with had other business. Of that I cannot speak now. Gandalf the Grey was our leader. He has been a guest in the land many times in the memory of men, coming as he will, after a season, or after many years. He is ever the herald of strange events: At that time our trouble with Saruman began. Until then we counted Saruman our friend, hut Gandalf came then and warned us that sudden war was preparing in Isengard.
He said that he himself had been a prisoner in Orthanc and had hardly escaped, and he begged for help. For Gandalf took the horse that is called Shadowfax, the most precious of all the king's steeds, chief of the Mearas, which only the Lord of the Mark may ride.
For the sire of their race was the great horse of Eorl that knew the speech of Men. Seven nights ago Shadowfax returned; but the king's anger is not less, for now the horse is wild and will let no man handle him.
Gandalf will ride no longer. He fell into darkness in the Mines of Moria and comes not again. My part it has been to guide our Company on the long road from Moria. There Boromir was slain by the same Orcs whom you destroyed. That was a worthy man! All spoke his praise. He came seldom to the Mark, for he was ever in the wars on the East-borders; but I have seen him. More like to the swift sons of Eorl than to the grave Men of Gondor he seemed to me, and likely to prove a great captain of his people when his time came.
But we have had no word of this grief out of Gondor. When did he fall? This deed of the three friends should be sung in many a hall.
Forty leagues and five you have measured ere the fourth day is ended! Hardy is the race of Elendil! I spoke warily before my men. It is true that we are not yet at open war with the Black Land, and there are some, close to the king's ear, that speak craven counsels; but war is coming. We shall not forsake our old alliance with Gondor, and while they fight we shall aid them: The East-mark is my charge.
Some years ago the Lord of the Black Land wished to purchase horses of us at great price, but we refused him. Then he sent plundering Orcs, and they carry off what they can, choosing always the black horses: For that reason our feud with the Orcs is bitter. He has claimed lordship over all this land, and there has been war between us for many months.
He has taken Orcs into his service, and Wolf-riders, and evil Men, and he has closed the Gap against us, so that we are likely to be beset both east and west.
He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked, very like to Gandalf, as many now recall. His spies slip through every net, and his birds of ill omen are abroad in the sky. I do not know how it will all end, and my heart misgives me; for it seems to me that his friends do not all dwell in Isengard. But if you come to the king's house, you shall see for yourself. Will you not come? Do I hope in vain that you have been sent to me for a help in doubt and need? There is battle even now upon the Westemnet, and I fear that it may go ill for us.
But scouts warned me of the orc-host coming down out of the East Wall three nights ago, and among them they reported that some bore the white badges of Saruman.
There we surrounded them, and gave battle yesterday at dawn. Fifteen of my men I lost, and twelve horses alas! For the Orcs were greater in number than we counted on.
And others, too, came out of the forest. Great Orcs, who also bore the White Hand of Isengard: But we have been too long away. We are needed south and west. There are spare horses as you see.
There is work for the Sword to do. Yes, and we could find a use for Gimli's axe and the bow of Legolas, if they will pardon my rash words concerning the Lady of the Wood. I spoke only as do all men in my land, and I would gladly learn better. We found a clear token not far from the East Wall that one at least of them was still alive there. But between the wall and the downs we have found no other trace of them, and no trail has turned aside, this way or that, unless my skill has wholly left me.
They may have been slain and burned among the Orcs; but that you will say cannot be, and I do not fear it. I can only think that they were carried off into the forest before the battle, even before you encircled your foes, maybe. Can you swear that none escaped your net in such a way? The world is all grown strange.
Elf and Dwarf in company walk in our daily fields; and folk speak with the Lady of the Wood and yet live; and the Sword comes back to war that was broken in the long ages ere the fathers of our fathers rode into the Mark! How shall a man judge what to do in such times? It is a man's part to discern them, as much in the Golden Wood as in his own house. Yet I am not free to do all as I would. It is against our law to let strangers wander at will in our land, until the king himself shall give them leave, and more strict is the command in these days of peril.
I have begged you to come back willingly with me, and you will not. Loth am I to begin a battle of one hundred against three. Never in former days would any high lord of this land have constrained a man to abandon such a quest as mine. My duty at least is clear, to go on.
Aid us, or at the worst let us go free. Or seek to carry out your law. If you do so there will be fewer to return to your war or to your king. This is my choice. You may go; and what is more, I will lend you horses.
This only I ask: Thus you shall prove to him that I have not misjudged. In this I place myself, and maybe my very life, in the keeping of your good faith. I would sooner walk than sit on the back of any beast so great, free or begrudged. Then all will be well, and you need neither borrow a horse nor be troubled by one. Arod was his name. But Legolas asked them to take off saddle and rein.
Gimli was lifted up behind his friend.
I have yet to teach you gentle speech. Very swift were the horses of Rohan. Aragorn did not look back: Aragorn dismounted and surveyed the ground, then leaping back into the saddle, he rode away for some distance eastward, keeping to one side and taking care not to override the footprints. Then he again dismounted and examined the ground, going backwards and forwards on foot.
But this eastward trail is fresh and clear. There is no sign there of any feet going the other way, back towards Anduin. Now we must ride slower, and make sure that no trace or footstep branches off on either side. The Orcs whom we pursued took captive two of my friends.
In such need a man Nor will he count the heads of the enemy save with a sword. I am not weaponless. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? He seemed to have grown in stature For a moment it seemed to the eyes of Legolas that a white flame flickered on the brows of Aragorn like a shining crown.
He cast down his proud eyes. What doom do you bring out of the North? None may live now as they have lived, and few 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. But you have not told all. Will you not now speak more fully of your errand, so that I may judge what to do? My errand was to go to that city Gandalf the Grey was our leader He fell into darkness in the Mines of Moria and comes not again.
There Boromir was slain by the same Orcs whom you destroyed. It is true that we are not yet at open war with the Black Land, and there are someclose to the king's ear, that speak craven counsels ; but war is coming.
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We shall not forsake our old alliance with Gondor, and while they fight we shall aid them: The East-mark is my charge He has claimed lordship over all this land, and there has been war between us for many months. But if you come to the king's houseyou shall see for yourself.
Will you not come? Do I hope in vain that you have been sent to me for a help in doubt and need? But scouts warned me of the orc-host coming down out of the East Wall three nights ago, and among them they reported that some bore the white badges of Saruman.
Fifteen of my men I lost, and twelve horses alas! For the Orcs were greater in number than we counted on But we have been too long away We found a clear token not far from the East Wall that one at least of them was still alive there. But between the wall and the downs we have found no other trace of them, and no trail has turned aside I can only think that they were carried off into the forest before the battle Can you swear that none escaped your net in such a way?
How shall a man judge what to do in such times? It is a man's part to discern them, as much in the Golden Wood as in his own house. Yet I am not free to do all as I would.