The Lord of the Rings Page #2

Why do the Black Riders

search for it in the Shire?

Have you hidden it there?

Would you rather see

the Dark Lord have it...

...or Saruman of many colors?

Neither of you will have it.

There is a third choice.

It is to remain here...

...until you tell me

where the Ring may be found.

Saruman, if you do this...

...if you delay me here,

Sauron will surely get it then.

Then he will know his good servants...

...and his enemies.

Saruman!

Saruman!

I don't feel right going off without Gandalf,

Mr. Frodo.

I wish we could've waited, that I do.

So do I, Sam,

but he said to leave as soon as we could.

And Merry and Pippin insisted on coming

with us, as far as Bree, for the fun of it.

There's someone coming up ahead,

Mr. Frodo. I can hear a horse.

Good. I'm tired of looking

at my cousins all day.

I think we should get off the road.

I don't want to be seen leaving the Shire.

But it might be Gandalf.

Then we'll surprise him. Hurry!

We're going with you, Frodo.

With me?

But how do you... Sam?

- But you gave your word.

- They already knew so much, Mr. Frodo.

Sam didn't tell us about the Ring, Frodo.

I saw Bilbo use it once, before he left,

to hide from the Sackville-Bagginses.

And after that,

Pippin and I kept on the lookout...

...and we followed you.

We asked questions everywhere.

And we even wormed

a few things out of Gandalf.

And you spied on me.

And Sam helped you.

And we spied on you.

But we meant no wrong to you, Mr. Frodo.

Don't you remember

what Mr. Gandalf said?

"Take someone you can trust," he said.

- It doesn't seem that I can trust anyone.

- It all depends on what you want.

You can trust us to stick to you

through thick and thin, to the bitter end.

But you cannot trust us

to let you face trouble alone...

...and go off without a word.

We're your friends, Frodo.

Bless you, you deceitful scoundrels.

Hooray!

Will we be stopping at Bree tonight,

Mr. Frodo?

I think so, Sam.

We all need a fireside and a bath,

and a proper night's sleep in a real bed.

I do wish Gandalf were with us.

Maybe he'll be at the inn

when we get there.

Maybe.

I think I'll go out for a sniff of air.

Mind yourselves. Don't forget:

You're supposed to be escaping in secret.

Oh, mind yourself! Don't get lost.

Be careful, Merry.

Quiet!

Quiet, all!

We have some visitors with us tonight,

all the way from the Shire.

What was your name again, sir?

Mr. Underhill.

Mr. Underhill and his party.

Yes, Mr. Underhill, sing us a Shire song!

Well, a short one, then.

"There is an inn, a merry old inn

Beneath an old gray hill

"And there they brew a beer so brown

"With a fol-de-doo and a fol-de-da

"Hobbits all of the Shire are we"

Who's there?

Who's there?

"With a ping and a pang

The fiddle-strings broke

"The cow jumped over the Moon"

Where did he go?

What's going on here?

Take your magic tricks back to the Shire!

What's this place coming to,

I'd like to know?

Well, Mr. Underhill...

...frightening my customers and breaking

my crocks with your acrobatics!

Very sorry, it's quite unintentional,

a most unfortunate accident.

Well, you have put your foot in it this time.

Who are you?

I am called Strider.

- Everyone knows me here.

- Well, we don't!

You've been very careless so far,

Mr. Frodo Baggins.

My name is Mr. Underhill.

After your performance tonight,

it won't matter what you're called.

The Black Riders will know

who you are by morning.

They already know what you bear.

Who are you really?

I am Gandalf's friend.

He asked me to watch out for you.

Gandalf? Have you seen him?

Where is he?

I do not know.

We were supposed to meet him here,

but I've had no word, no message.

It is the first time

that I've ever feared for him.

Then we will have to go on

by ourselves tomorrow.

To Rivendell?

You'd never get there. The Black Riders

are watching the road night and day.

They will come on you in the wild,

in some dark place, where there's no help.

I know the wild country.

I can take you to Rivendell

by paths that are seldom trodden.

Will you have me?

With your leave, Mr. Frodo, I'd say no.

This Strider, he says be more careful,

I say, let's start with him.

How do we know he's from Gandalf?

More likely, he's a playacting spy,

working for...

- For them.

- I don't know, Sam.

I think one of the Enemy's servants

would, well...

...seem fairer and feel fouler,

if you understand.

While I look foul and feel fair, is that it?

Well, no, I meant...

Frodo!

Frodo, I've seen them!

I've seen them, Frodo!

I've seen them! Black Riders!

My men found him lying in the street.

There were two of them.

They were hissing to each other.

I seemed to be drawn towards them.

You do need looking after, all of you.

There's been strange folk about for days.

That Ranger...

...Strider coming and going and... Strider!

- They've come from Mordor.

- Save us!

They won't trouble you once I am gone.

Strider came to offer me his help.

You know your own business, maybe...

...but in your place, I wouldn't take up

with a ranger out of the wild.

They have no choice.

There is no one else for them

except a fat innkeeper...

...who only remembers his name

because people shout it at him all day!

I'll do what I can to help, Mr. Baggins.

Mr. Underhill.

I'm no hero, but I'll do what I can.

Keep watch tonight, you and your folk.

There is a hill called Weather top...

...about half way between here

and Rivendell.

We will make for it tomorrow.

So will Gandalf, if he can.

I still don't know if we can trust him,

Mr. Frodo.

I said, you have no choice, Sam.

Because, if I wanted the Ring for myself...

...I could have it, now.

My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn.

If by life or death I can save you, I will.

How long will we be

in these marshes, Aragorn?

At least two days.

I'm being eaten alive!

What do these things live on

when they can't get Hobbits?

Easy there, Bill, easy. Slow.

That is Weather top.

We shall be there by nightfall, if we set

a good pace and don't stop for lunch.

If this continues I'll become a wraith.

Don't speak of such things.

Aragorn! Aragorn!

And Beren was a mortal man...

...but Luthien Tinuviel

was the daughter of a king of Elves...

...and she was the fairest maiden that has

been among all the children of this world.

Yet she chose to be mortal, for him.

And when he died, she followed him.

And so he was her doom...

...but he was her love as well.

I thought I saw something!

Or maybe just shadows in the moonlight,

I don't know.

Just stand close to the fire. Make a circle.

What's that?

The Ring, Frodo! Take off the Ring!

Cold...

It's so cold.

- Like a poisoned icicle.

- It is the cold of their world, Frodo.

When you put on the Ring,

you entered the world of the Black Riders.

Gandalf said not to.

Why is it so misty here?

I can't see very well.

Well, what's the matter with him?

It was only a little wound.

It was an evil knife that struck him, Sam.

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