Rings Excerpt 1
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The following is a reading from J. R. R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring. Chapter 10. The Breaking of the Fellowship There was no answer. Photo did not even hear his cries. He was already far away, leaping blindly up the path to the hilltop terror and grief shook him, seeing in his thought the mad face of boar Amir and his burning eyes. Soon he came out alone on the summit of em on hen and halted, gasping for breath. He saw his through a mist, a wide, flat circle paved with mighty flags and surrounded with the crumbling battlement. And in the middle, set upon four carbon pillars, was, Ah, high seat. Reached by a stare of many steps up, he went and sat upon the ancient chair, feeling like a lost child that had clambered up on the throne of mountain kings. At first he could see little. He seemed to be in a world of mist in which there were only shadows. The ring was upon him. Then, here and there the mist gave way, and he saw many visions. Small and clear is if they were under his eyes upon a table and yet remote. There was no sound on Lee bright living images. The world seemed to have shrunken, fallen silent. He was sitting upon the seat of seeing on Amon Hen, the hill of the eye of the men of Numenor eastward. He looked into a wide, uncharted lands. Nameless planes and forest sun explored northward. He looked in the Great River, lay like a ribbon beneath him in the misty mountains, stood small and hard, is broken teeth westward. He looked and saw the broad pastures of Rohan and or thank the pinnacle of Isan guard like a black spike southward. He looked and below his very feet, the great River curled like a toppling wave and plunged over the falls of Row Ross into a foaming pit. Ah, glimmering rainbow played upon the fume and death, fear and doing. He saw the mighty delta of the river and Myriads of sea birds whirling like a white mist in the sun and beneath them, a green and silver sea rippling and endless lines. But everywhere he looked, he saw the signs of war. The misty mountains were crawling like and hills orcs were issuing out of 1000 holes under the bows of Mirkwood, there was deadly strife of elves and men and fell beasts. The land of the VR earnings was aflame. Ah, cloud was over. Moriah smoke rose on the borders of Laurean. Horsemen were galloping on the grass of Rohan. Wolves poured from Eisen guard from the havens of Hardships of war put out to sea and out of the east Men were moving endlessly. Swordsman Spearmon Bowman upon horses, Chariots of chieftains and laden Wayne's all the power of the Dark Lord was in motion. Then turning south again, he beheld meanest hereth far away. It seemed in beautiful white walled, many towered, proud and fair. Upon its mountain seat. It's battlements glittered with steel and its turrets were bright with many banners. Hope leap in his heart. But against Minister Gareth was set another fortress greater and more strong feather eastward unwilling. His eye was drawn. It past the ruined bridges of us. Kelly eth the grinning gates of Minas Morgul in the haunted mountains. And it looked upon Gore garage, the valley of terror In the land of Mordor. Darkness Lee, There, under the sun fire glowed amid the smoke mount doom was burning in a great wreak rising And at last his gaze was held Wallop on wall battlement upon battlement black immeasurably strong mountain of iron, gate of steel tower of adamant he saw it Barad dur, fortress of Celeron All hope left him And suddenly he felt the I There was an eye in the dark tower that did not sleep. He knew that it had become aware of his gaze. Ah, fierce! Eager will was there. It leap towards him almost like a finger. He felt it searching for him very soon it would nail him down. No, just exactly where he waas Amman lie It touched it Glanced upon, told brand ear. He threw himself from the seat crouching covering his head with his gray hood. He heard himself crying out. Never, never Or was it federally I come, I come to you He could not tell then is a flash from some other point of power. There came to his mind another thought. Take it off, Take it off full Take it off. Take off the ring. The two power strove in him for a moment, perfectly balanced between their piercing points he rides tormented Suddenly he was aware of himself again. Photo neither the voice nor the I free to choose. And with one remaining instant in which to do so, he took the ring off his finger. He was kneeling and clear sunlight before the high seat Ah, black shadow seemed to pass like an arm above him. It missed Amon hen and groped out west and faded. Then all the sky was clean and blue and birds sang in every tree Photo rose to his feet Ah, great weariness was on him, but his will was firm in his heart. Later he spoke aloud to himself. I will do now what I must. He said this at least this plane, the evil of the ring, is already at work, even in the company. And the ring must leave them before it does more harm. I will go alone some I cannot trust and those I can trust are too dear to me. Poor old salmon Mary in Pitkin Strider to his heart youngster Amina's terrorist And he will be needed there now that border mirrors falling into evil. I will go alone at once. He went quickly down the path and came back to the lawn where borough mayor had found him. There. He halted listening. He thought he could hear cries and calls from the woods or the shore below. They will be hunting for me, he said. I wonder how long I have bean away hours. I should think he hesitated. What can I do? He muttered. I must go now or I shall never go. I shan't get another chance again. I hate leaving them and like this without any explanation. But surely they will understand. Sam will. And what else can I do? Slowly, he drew out the ring and put it on. Once more. He vanished and passed down the hill less than a rustle of the wind.