He was sitting with his back to a great tree, as if he was resting. Drawing his bright sword and crying Elendil! Elendil! he crashed through the trees.Ī mile, maybe, from Parth Galen in a little glade not far from the lake he found Boromir. Aragorn raced down the last slope, but before he could reach the hill's foot, the sounds died away and as he turned to the left and ran towards them they retreated, until at last he could hear them no more. Fierce and shrill rose the yells of the Orcs, and suddenly the horn-calls ceased. Where is Sam?'Īs he ran the cries came louder, but fainter now and desperately the horn was blowing. 'Alas! An ill fate is on me this day, and all that I do goes amiss. 'He is in need!' He sprang down the steps and away, leaping down the path. Then suddenly with a deep-throated call a great horn blew, and the blasts of it smote the hills and echoed in the hollows, rising in a mighty shout above the roaring of the falls. There were cries, and among them, to his horror, he could distinguish the harsh voices of Orcs. He turned from the North back again to North, and saw nothing save the distant hills, unless it were that far away he could see again a great bird like an eagle high in the air, descending slowly in wide circles down towards the earth.Įven as he gazed his quick ears caught sounds in the woodlands below, on the west side of the River. But the sun seemed darkened, and the world dim and remote. Then sitting in the high seat he looked out. Suddenly he leaped forward, and ran to the summit, across the great flag-stones, and up the steps. He desired to go to the high seat himself, hoping to see there something that would guide him in his perplexities but time was pressing. I wonder what he saw there? But he returned by the same way, and went down the hill again.'Īragorn hesitated. 'I read the signs aright,' he said to himself.
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