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He had made them fight. He slew many of them and the rest fled. But they had not gone far on the way back when they were attacked again. Boromir had blown his great horn till the woods rang, and at first the Orcs had been dismayed and had drawn back; but when no answer but the echoes came, they had attacked more fierce than ever.
Pippin did not remember much more. His last memo was of Boromir leaning against a tree, plucking out an arrow; then darkness fell suddenly.
What has happened to Boromir? Why didn't the Orcs kill us? Where are we, and where are we going? He could not answer the questions. He felt cold and sick. Just a nuisance: And now I have been stolen and I am just a piece of luggage for the Orcs. I hope Strider or someone will come and claim us!
But ought I to hope for it? Won't that throw out all the plans? I wish I could get free!
He struggled a little, quite uselessly. One of the Orcs sitting near laughed and said something to a companion in their abominable tongue. We'll find a use for your legs before long. You'll wish you had got none before we get home. He had a black knife with a long jagged blade in his hand. Curse the Isengarders! Terrified Pippin lay still, though the pain at his wrists and ankles was growing, and the stones beneath him were boring into his back. To take his mind off himself he listened intently to all that he could hear.
There were many voices round about, and though orc-speech sounded at all times full of hate and anger, it seemed plain that something like a quarrel had begun, and was getting hotter. To Pippin's surprise he found that much of the talk was intelligible many of the Orcs were using ordinary language. Apparently the members of two or three quite different tribes were present, and they could not understand one another's orc-speech. There was an angry debate concerning what they were to do now: They're a cursed nuisance, and we're in a hurry.
Evening's coming on, and we ought to get a move on. That's my orders. I heard that one of them has got something, something that's wanted for the War, some elvish plot or other. Anyway they'll both be questioned. Why don't we search them and find out? We might find something that we could use ourselves.
The prisoners are not to be searched or plundered: I wish to kill, and then go back north. I command. I return to Isengard by the shortest road. No, we must stick together. These lands are dangerous: You've no guts outside your own sties. But for us you'd all have run away. We are the fighting Uruk-hai! We slew the great warrior. We took the prisoners.
We are the servants of Saruman the Wise, the White Hand: We came out of Isengard, and led you here, and we shall lead you back by the way we choose. I have spoken. They might ask where his strange ideas came from. Did they come from Saruman, perhaps? Who does he think he is, setting up on his own with his filthy white badges? Saruman is a fool. But the Great Eye is on him.
How do you folk like being called swine by the muck-rakers of a dirty little wizard? It's orc-flesh they eat, I'll warrant. Many loud yells in orc-speech answered him, and the ringing clash of weapons being drawn.
Cautiously Pippin rolled over, hoping to see what would happen. His guards had gone to join in the fray. Round them were many smaller goblins. Pippin supposed that these were the ones from the North. The others gave way, and one stepped backwards and fell over Merry's prostrate form with a curse. It was the yellow-fanged guard. His body fell right on top of Pippin, still clutching its long saw-edged knife. We go straight west from here, and down the stair. From there straight to the downs, then along the river to the forest.
And we march day and night. That clear? The edge of the black knife had snicked his arm, and then slid down to his wrist. He felt the blood trickling on to his hand, but he also felt the cold touch of steel against his skin.
The Orcs were getting ready to march again, but some of the Northerners were still unwilling, and the Isengarders slew two more before the rest were cowed. There was much cursing and confusion. For the moment Pippin was unwatched. His legs were securely bound, but his arms were only tied about the wrists, and his hands were in front of him.
He could move them both together, though the bonds were cruelly tight.
He pushed the dead Orc to one side, then hardly daring to breathe, he drew the knot of the wrist-cord up and down against the blade of the knife. It was sharp and the dead hand held it fast. The cord was cut! Quickly Pippin took it in his fingers and knotted it again into a loose bracelet of two loops and slipped it over his hands.
Then he lay very still. If they are not alive when we get back, someone else will die too. An Orc seized Pippin like a sack. Another treated Merry in the same way. The Orc's clawlike hand gripped Pippin's arms like iron; the nails bit into him. He shut his eyes and slipped back into evil dreams. Suddenly he was thrown on to the stony floor again. It was early night, but the slim moon was already falling westward.
They were on the edge of a cliff that seemed to look out over a sea of pale mist. There was a sound of water falling nearby. But how long? You fools! You should have shot him. He'll raise the alarm. The cursed horsebreeders will hear of us by morning. Now we'll have to leg it double quick. A shadow bent over Pippin.
We have got to climb down and you must use your legs. Be helpful now. No crying out, no trying to escape. We have ways of paying for tricks that you won't like, though they won't spoil your usefulness for the Master.
He cut the thongs round Pippin's legs and ankles, picked him up by his hair and stood him on his feet. Several Orcs laughed.
The pain in his legs and ankles vanished. He could stand. Pippin saw him go to Merry, who was lying close by, and kick him. Merry groaned. Then he smeared the wound with some dark stuff out of a small wooden box. Merry cried out and struggled wildly. The Orcs clapped and hooted. We shall have some fun later. He needed speed and had to humour unwilling followers. He was healing Merry in orc-fashion; and his treatment worked swiftly.
When he had forced a drink from his flask down the hobbit's throat, cut his leg-bonds, and dragged him to his feet, Merry stood up, looking pale but grim and defiant, and very much alive.
The gash in his forehead gave him no more trouble, but he bore a brown scar to the end of his days. Where do we get bed and breakfast? Hold your tongues. No talk to one another.
Any trouble will be reported at the other end, and He'll know how to pay you. You'll get bed and breakfast all right: The orc-band began to descend a narrow ravine leading down into the misty plain below. Merry and Pippin, separated by a dozen Orcs or more, climbed down with them. At the bottom they stepped on to grass, and the hearts of the hobbits rose. Sit on the grass and wait for the Whiteskins to join the picnic? Or you'll never see your beloved holes again. By the White Hand!
What's the use of sending out mountain-maggots on a trip, only half trained. Run, curse you! Run while night lasts! Then the whole company began to run with the long loping strides of Orcs.
They kept no order, thrusting, jostling, and cursing; yet their speed was very great. Each hobbit had a guard of three. Pippin was far back in the line. He wondered how long he would be able to go on at this pace: One of his guards had a whip. But at present the orc-liquor was still hot in him. His wits, too, were wide-awake. Every now and again there came into his mind unbidden a vision of the keen face of Strider bending over a dark trail, and running, running behind.
But what could even a Ranger see except a confused trail of orc-feet? His own little prints and Merry's were overwhelmed by the trampling of the iron-shod shoes before them and behind them and about them. They had gone only a mile or so from the cliff when the land sloped down into a wide shallow depression, where the ground was soft and wet. Mist lay there, pale-glimmering in the last rays of the sickle moon.
The dark shapes of the Orcs in front grew dim, and then were swallowed up. A sudden thought leaped into Pippin's mind, and he acted on it at once. He swerved aside to the right, and dived out of the reach of his clutching guard, headfirst into the mist; he landed sprawling on the grass. There was for a moment turmoil and confusion. Pippin sprang up and ran. But the Orcs were after him. Some suddenly loomed up right in front of him. Just as long arms and hard claws seized him. If the others have escaped, they've probably all gone with Frodo.
Make 'em both run! Just use the whip as a reminder. Payment is only put off. Leg it! Neither Pippin nor Merry remembered much of the later part of the journey. Evil dreams and evil waking were blended into a long tunnel of misery, with hope growing ever fainter behind. They ran, and they ran, striving to keep up the pace set by the Orcs, licked every now and again with a cruel thong cunningly handled. If they halted or stumbled, they were seized and dragged for some distance.
The warmth of the orc-draught had gone. Pippin felt cold and sick again. Suddenly he fell face downward on the turf. Hard hands with rending nails gripped and lifted him. He was carried like a sack once more, and darkness grew about him: Dimly he became aware of voices clamouring: He felt himself flung to the ground, and he lay as he fell, till black dreams took him.
But he did not long escape from pain; soon the iron grip of merciless hands was on him again. For a long time he was tossed and shaken, and then slowly the darkness gave way, and he came back to the waking world and found that it was morning.
Orders were shouted and he was thrown roughly on the grass. There he lay for a while, fighting with despair. His head swam, but from the heat in his body he guessed that he had been given another draught. An Orc stooped over him, and flung him some bread and a strip of raw dried flesh.
He ate the stale grey bread hungrily, but not the meat. He was famished but not yet so famished as to eat flesh flung to him by an Orc, the flesh of he dared not guess what creature. He sat up and looked about. Merry was not far away. They were by the banks of a swift narrow river. Ahead mountains loomed: A dark smudge of forest lay on the lower slopes before them. There was much shouting and debating among the Orcs; a quarrel seemed on the point of breaking out again between the Northerners and the Isengarders.
Some were pointing back away south, and some were pointing eastward. No killing, as I've told you before; but if you want to throw away what we've come all the way to get, throw it away! I'll look after it. Let the fighting Uruk-hai do the work, as usual. If you're afraid of the Whiteskins, run!
There's the forest,' he shouted, pointing ahead. It's your best hope. Off you go! And quick, before I knock a few more heads off, to put some sense into the others. There was some cursing and scuffling, and then most of the Northerners broke away and dashed off, over a hundred of them, running wildly along the river towards the mountains.
The hobbits were left with the Isengarders: A few of the larger and bolder Northerners remained with them. But that's all your fault, Snaga. You and the other scouts ought to have your ears cut off. But we are the fighters. We'll feast on horseflesh yet, or something better. At that moment Pippin saw why some of the troop had been pointing eastward. They had a red eye painted on their shields. I'll see that orders are carried out in my command.
And what else did you come back for? You went in a hurry. Did you leave anything behind? I knew you'd lead them into a mess.
I've come to help them. The Whiteskins are coming. Has he had another mount shot under him? All that they make out!
One day you'll wish that you had not said that. He won't let them show themselves across the Great River yet, not too soon. They're for the War-and other purposes. But in the meantime the Uruk-hai of Isengard can do the dirty work, as usual. Don't stand slavering there!
Get your rabble together! The other swine are legging it to the forest. You'd better follow. You wouldn't get back to the Great River alive.
Right off the mark! I'll be on your heels. The Isengarders seized Merry and Pippin again and slung them on their backs. Then the troop started off. Hour after hour they ran, pausing now and again only to sling the hobbits to fresh carriers. Soon they were gaining also on the Northerners ahead. The forest began to draw nearer.
Pippin was bruised and torn, his aching head was grated by the filthy jowl and hairy ear of the Orc that held him. Immediately in front were bowed backs, and tough thick legs going up and down, up and down, unresting, as if they were made of wire and horn, beating out the nightmare seconds of an endless time.
They were flagging in the rays of the bright sun, winter sun shining in a pale cool sky though it was; their heads were down and their tongues lolling out. The Whiteskins will catch you and eat you. They're coming! Horsemen, riding very swiftly, had indeed been sighted: The Isengarders began to run with a redoubled pace that astonished Pippin, a terrific spurt it seemed for the end of a race.
Then he saw that the sun was sinking, falling behind the Misty Mountains; shadows reached over the land. The soldiers of Mordor lifted their heads and also began to put on speed.
The forest was dark and close. Already they had passed a few outlying trees. The land was beginning to slope upwards. They will escape,' thought Pippin.
And then he managed to twist his neck. He saw that riders away eastward were already level with the Orcs, galloping over the plain. The sunset gilded their spears and helmets, and glinted in their pale flowing hair.
They were hemming the Orcs in, preventing them from scattering, and driving them along the line of the river. He wondered very much what kind of folk they were. He wished now that he had learned more in Rivendell, and looked more at maps and things; but in those days the plans for the journey seemed to be in more competent hands, and he had never reckoned with being cut off from Gandalf, or from Strider, and even from Frodo.
All that he could remember about Rohan was that Gandalf's horse, Shadowfax, had come from that land. That sounded hopeful, as far as it went. I suppose I ought to be glad that the beastly Orcs look like being destroyed, but I would rather be saved myself. A few of the riders appeared to be bowmen, skilled at shooting from a running horse. Riding swiftly into range they shot arrows at the Orcs that straggled behind, and several of them fell; then the riders wheeled away out of the range of the answering bows of their enemies, who shot wildly, not daring to halt.
This happened many times, and on one occasion arrows fell among the Isengarders. One of them, just in front of Pippin, stumbled and did not get up again. Night came down without the Riders closing in for battle. Many Orcs had fallen, but fully two hundred remained. In the early darkness the Orcs came to a hillock. The eaves of the forest were very near, probably no more than three furlongs away, but they could go no further. The horsemen had encircled them.
They're not to be killed, unless the filthy Whiteskins break through. As long as I'm alive, I want 'em. But they're not to cry out, and they're not to be rescued. Bind their legs!
The last part of the order was carried out mercilessly. But Pippin found that for the first time he was close to Merry. The Orcs were making a great deal of noise, shouting and clashing their weapons, and the hobbits managed to whisper together for a while. Don't think I could crawl away far, even if I was free.
I've got some. Have you? I don't think they've taken anything but our swords. Anyway I can't put my mouth in my pocket! I've-'; but just then a savage kick warned Pippin that the noise had died down, and the guards were watchful.
The night was cold and still. All round the knoll on which the Orcs were gathered little watch-fires sprang up, golden-red in the darkness, a complete ring of them. They were within a long bowshot. The riders made no sound. Later in the night when the moon came out of the mist, then occasionally they could be seen, shadowy shapes that glinted now and again in the white light, as they moved in ceaseless patrol.
Curse you! You're as bad as the other rabble: No good trying to charge with them. They'd just squeal and bolt, and there are more than enough of these filthy horse-boys to mop up our lot on the flat. But these Whiteskins have better night-eyes than most Men, from all I've heard; and don't forget their horses! They can see the night-breeze, or so it's said. Still there's one thing the fine fellows don't know: They posted a few watchers, but most of them lay on the ground, resting in the pleasant darkness.
It did indeed become very dark again; for the moon passed westward into thick cloud, and Pippin could not see anything a few feet away. The fires brought no light to the hillock. The riders were not, however, content merely to wait for the dawn and let their enemies rest. A sudden outcry on the east side of the knoll showed that something was wrong. It seemed that some of the Men had ridden in close, slipped off their horses, crawled to the edge of the camp and killed several Orcs, and then had faded away again.
Pippin and Merry sat up. But if the hobbits had any thought of escape, it was soon dashed. A long hairy arm took each of them by the neck and drew them close together. He began to paw them and feel them.
Pippin shuddered as hard cold fingers groped down his back. Or not? A little awkwardly placed, perhaps: There was a light like a pale but hot fire behind his eyes.
The thought came suddenly into Pippin's mind, as if caught direct from the urgent thought of his enemy: What are you talking about, little one?
For a moment Pippin was silent. Then suddenly in the darkness he made a noise in his throat: Very ve-ry dangerous, my little ones. Still you know your own business best. Do you want it, or not?
And what would you give for it? Do I want it? What do you mean? We could save you time and trouble. But you must untie our legs first, or we'll do nothing, and say nothing. You'll wish there was more that you could tell to satisfy the Questioner, indeed you will: We shan't hurry the enquiry. Oh dear no! What do you think you've been kept alive for? My dear little fellows, please believe me when I say that it was not out of kindness: And it doesn't seem to be going your way, whatever happens.
Saruman will take all that he can find. If you want anything for yourself, now's the time to do a deal. The name of Saruman seemed specially to enrage him. Time was passing and the disturbance was dying down.
They felt the Orc's arms trembling violently. I'll untie every string in your bodies. Do you think I can't search you to the bones? Search you! I'll cut you both to quivering shreds. I don't need the help of your legs to get you away-and have you all to myself! Suddenly he seized them. The strength in his long arms and shoulders was terrifying. He tucked them one under each armpit, and crushed them fiercely to his sides; a great stifling hand was clapped over each of their mouths.
Then he sprang forward, stooping low. Quickly and silently he went, until he came to the edge of the knoll. There, choosing a gap between the watchers, he passed like an evil shadow out into the night, down the slope and away westward towards the river that flowed out of the forest. In that direction there was a wide open space with only one fire.
After going a dozen yards he halted, peering and listening. Nothing could be seen or heard. He crept slowly on, bent almost double. Then he squatted and listened again. Then he stood up, as if to risk a sudden dash.
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli later resolve to follow the Uruk-hai captors and rescue Merry and Pippin. The trio learn that the horsemen had attacked a band of Orcs the previous night, and that they had left no survivors. However, Aragorn is able to track a small set of prints that lead into Fangorn, where they see an old man who disappears almost as soon as they see him—they assume him to be Saruman.
Their horses bolt away, which they also assume to be the work of Saruman. The fact that the Uruk-hai and the Mordor orcs are in collusion proves to be a disquieting piece of information. They then go into the nearby Fangorn Forest, where they encounter the giant treelike Ents. The Ents resemble actual trees, except they are able to see, talk, and move. These guardians of the forest generally keep to themselves, but after a long contemplation on whether the Hobbits were friends or foes, their leader Treebeard takes them in as friends.
The hobbits are given some of the nourishment of the Ents, Ent-draught , which causes them to grow. Treebeard then calls a council of the Ents, or an Entmoot.
There, Treebeard and another Ent named Quickbeam persuade the Ent council to oppose the menace posed to the forest by the wizard Saruman, as suggested by Merry and Pippin, as Treebeard realizes that Saruman's minions have been cutting down large numbers of their trees to fuel the furnaces needed for Saruman's arming of his dark army. The Ents then lead the entire forest toward Isengard.
Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas then go into Fangorn and surmise that the forest feels as if it is about to explode. Shortly afterward, the three meet Gandalf again, they at first take him to be Saruman , whom they believed had perished in the mines of Moria.
He tells them of his fall into the abyss, his battle to the death with the Balrog and his resurrection and his enhanced power. Gandalf tells them that Merry and Pippin are safe, and then summarizes the situation. Gandalf then tells them to ride to the fortress of the Hornburg, in the valley of Helm's Deep. Gandalf rides away before the battle begins, though he gives no reason for doing so. They are able to weather several assaults until things begin to go ill with Rohan.
The tide now turns in Rohan's favour, and Saruman's orcs flee into a forest of Huorns , creatures similar to Ents, and none escape alive. When they come to the Isen River, they find that the river is dry and that steams are coming up from the Wizard's Vale. When they reach Isengard, they discover that it is completely flooded and the central tower of Orthanc besieged by the Ents, with Saruman and Wormtongue trapped inside. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli reunite with Merry and Pippin and catch each other up on their various fortunes and what happened in Isengard.
The hobbits tell the tale of how the Ents nearly caught Saruman after the Uruk-hai marched out to Rohan. The Huorns followed the Uruk-hai, but the Ents attacked Isengard, only to be foiled by the magic of Orthanc and the fire of Saruman's machinery. The Ents then flooded Isengard by damming and diverting the Isen.
Gandalf and the entire company then go to Orthanc. Gandalf then offers Saruman a chance to repent, but Saruman is too proud and refuses. Gandalf quickly takes it from Pippin.
Pippin, unable to resist the urge, looks into it and encounters the Eye of Sauron , but emerges unscathed from the ordeal. Gandalf then realizes at last the link between Isengard and Mordor and how Saruman fell at last into evil. Frodo and Sam discover and capture Gollum , who has been stalking them in their quest to reach Mount Doom and destroy the One Ring , as Gollum attempts to reclaim the Ring for himself. Sam loathes and distrusts him, but Frodo pities the poor creature.
He leads them through a hidden passage of the Dead Marshes in order to avoid being spied by Orcs. Frodo and Sam learn that the Dead Marshes were once part of an ancient battlefield, upon which the War of the Last Alliance was fought. They see many dead faces of ancient warriors and orcs staring up at them.
After the marshes, they then cross the desolation and come to the Black Gate. At night, Sam overhears Gollum talking to himself and plotting to get the Ring back. Unable to do so because of the promise he made to Frodo, he resolves to allow something he refers to only as "She" to take care of his problem.
Sam realizes that the Ring masters Gollum more than hunger. Gollum persuades Frodo and Sam not to enter the Black Gate, where they would have been surely caught. Gollum tells them of a secret entrance to Mordor. Thus, they head south into Gondor's province of Ithilien , where they get to see one of the "oliphants" in a battle between the men of Gondor and the Haradrim. They are then discovered by a group of Gondorian rangers led by Faramir , the brother of Boromir.
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Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other: Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — The Two Towers by J. Tolkien ,. Peter S. Beagle Goodreads Author Introduction. The Fellowship was scattered. Some were bracing hopelessly for war against the ancient evil of Sauron. Some were contending with the treachery of the wizard Saruman. Their guide was Gollum, deceitful and lust-filled, slave to the corruption o The Fellowship was scattered.
Their guide was Gollum, deceitful and lust-filled, slave to the corruption of the Ring. Thus continues the magnificent, bestselling tale of adventure begun in The Fellowship of the Ring, which reaches its soul-stirring climax in The Return of the King.
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To ask other readers questions about The Two Towers , please sign up. I notice most of the answers to this question are people who …more If you are reading a book because you like a movie, you are reading for the wrong reason. I notice most of the answers to this question are people who probably expected Lord of the Rings to be like Game of Thrones, where the books were written with specific actors in mind for the roles, and that is not what this is.
All the people who discover Tolkien after reading modern fantasy need to realise that their beloved books were derived from this source material. The reason you find it boring is no modern writer took the initiative to flesh out a complete world and history like Tolkien, because he already laid the foundation for them.
So, if of reads like a history book, it's because it sort of is- not just for Middle Earth, but for every book with tall elves and heroic dwarves or anything else fantastic. Arunothia Marappan Definitely Sam! See all 19 questions about The Two Towers…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Another Tolkien review?
And I literally mean everything. For now though, as I did with my review for The Fellowship of the Ring , here are a series of ten points to explain exactly why I love this particular book: And this I also say: The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have One, mightier than they: He has passed through the fire and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leads. But he was also a great wonderer and a great quester. He was an unearther of dark secrets and mysteries.
And Middle-Earth no longer needs such a figure, darkness is now on her doorstep; it is no longer hidden. So Middle-Earth needs a man or Istari with far sight that can unite the scattered forces of Rohan and manipulate events in order to ensure that the King does, indeed, return. It needs a methodical man of great wisdom and intelligence; it needs a stagiest: And he has come. Riders of Rohan I just love the entire country of Rohan.
Tolkien based much of their culture and background on Anglo-Saxon tradition, and I just love it. Did I say that already? The Riders of Rohan are awesome, and Gandalf the White comes just in time to save the poisoned mind of their King. I think this entire side-plot is very clever. I would love to see what happened if Saruman would have won here. Could Wormtongue have become the new leader of Rohan, in effect, siding with the forces of darkness? Food for thought. He did want to marry Eowyn after all.
Had his plan gone to fruition, he would have been regent. Faramir of Gondor Boromir has always been one of my favourite characters from Tolkien, simply because he was one of the most human.
He knew now why Beregond spoke his name with love. He was a captain that men would follow, that he would follow, even under the shadow of the black wings. The Ents Talking Trees? Trees that throw rocks and kill evil orcs? The Ents are old even by Middle-Earth standards. They must have seen so much in their lifetimes. When I read about how all their wives disappeared I had a good laugh.
Was Tolkien trying to be funny? They clearly wondered off and got chopped down by someone who wanted to make a house or something. Nazgul and their Fellbeast So we have nine undead Kings.
They wear cowls of black and are pretty much invincible. To call them bad-ass would be to do a massive disservice to their awesomeness. So how do we make them even cooler? Give them flying beasts of death, obviously. Gollum Gollum, for me, is an image of what Frodo could become. If he tried to keep the ring for himself, and went into hiding, he could become this way. It was intense and bloody.
Haldir and the elves of Lothlorien saved the day. Without them the men of Rohan would have died before Gandalf and Eomer showed up. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
Even darkness must pass. He may not have any songs sung about him, and nobody will remember him as the hero, but he is the one who will have to get Frodo to Mordor.
Frodo has the ring, and Sam has Frodo. He has a big task on his hands. Also Gimli and Legolas know that they must stay close to Aragorn because his role is also very important. The fellowship, through broken, must remain resolute. You would die before your stroke fell. It is here that we begin to see the first glimpses of the man that will one day become the king of Gondor.
And the middle of the story is just as grand as the rest of it. View all 10 comments. The hope for saving Middle-Earth continues! Maybe The hope for saving Middle-Earth continues! Maybe no one is, but they need to take decisions, keep in movement and to trust that they are doing what is right. While they knew each other in some cases barely before the start of the mission, they now have a bond, a camaraderie, a friendship that it will be put to test to the maximum.
New allies will rise but also the dark forces are getting stronger. And yet, HUGE surprises are ahead of them. Something that I liked while reading the book s since I noticed it since the first one is that Saruman is a servant of Sauron. How can you have as your personal advisor somebody running with the name of Grima Wormtongue! But only of hope.
Hope is not victory. When there is nowhere to run away? Don't go where I can't follow! While Merry and Pippin were traveling with Frodo out of a family thing, for Sam was basically a unpaid job imposed on him. But no. Not Sam. Sam keeps walking, keeps looking out for his master Frodo and keeps to amaze due his honest loyalty, his unconditional friendship and his unbelievable willpower. View all 33 comments. Click here to watch a video review of this book on my channel, From Beginning to Bookend.
View all 14 comments. Feb 08, Jonathan rated it it was amazing. A review of Lord of the Rings: He suggested that I learn to deal with my situation by talking with some likeminded people who have faced similar frustration.
So he signed me up for Dark Lords and Villains Anonymous. B A review of Lord of the Rings: Every week a member discusses his or her public failure. This is the transcript from my week. Hello, my name is Sauron, and it's been 56 years since the publication of my defeat. Hello Sauron! I'm…I'm not sure where to start.
I just don't think I've been given a fair shake. I recently emailed an op-ed piece to the editor of the Times. Crusty old cracker.
It looked like my email was blocked so I tried another. None of them worked: Anyways, my point is that none of this was my fault.
I mean, things started off fine. That Boromir got what he deserved. I've never tried to destroy someone who cared more about their hair! General Zod: Can anyone help me!!?? Agent Smith: Shut the hell up windowboy! Thank you. Darth Maul: Darth Vader: You'll have to excuse my associate. HAL Just what do you think you're doing, Dave? Can anyone stop this light bulb from saying that every week!
Moby Dick: Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuflllllllllllllllllll Agent Smith: Jesus, now the whale is talking. Randall Flagg: If I may continue. Helm's Deep. My grandma could have tossed that joint before breakfast. But instead of sending her wheelchair-bound ass in to lead the charge I chose an Uruk-hai. In retrospect, since I took the time to hatch those suckers, I could have included some dolphin or chimpanzee in the mix to boost the IQ a little.
Or at least supplied them with better loincloths. One Uruk-hai had a bad habit of talking to me while his leg was up on the table. We don't need to see that.
Every time I looked at his multi-coloured eyes I wanted to puke. That was pretty dumb. I also regret relying on that damn Palantir for global communications! That freakin snowglobe basically told me that everything was going just fine. These days Saruman would have just texted me something like, "Yo, Sauron, we may have an issue.
You know, man invented fire like 10, years ago. Jabba the Hutt: Sorry, I got here late. Has that loser Sauron started yet? I shall avenge you. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, Shelob. Stephen King's made me afraid of clowns and spiders. I don't want to discuss that bitch. You see, their young enter through the ears and wrap themselves around the cerebral cortex. This has the effect of rendering the victim extremely susceptible to suggestion. Later, as they grow, follows madness and death.
That's why Kirk can beat you while simultaneous boinking a green chick. You're pathetic. Go back to selling coffee or whatever you've been doing. This is getting me nowhere.
I never should have signed up for this. And there's no fracking way I'm writing a review of my demise in The Return of the King. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuflllllllllllllllllll [end transmission] View all 20 comments. Jan 07, James rated it really liked it Shelves: Book Review For as long as I can remember, I have loved serial fiction and saga stories.
The Lord of the Rings trilogy and associated books by J. Tolkien are a treasure. I first found the books when I was 14 and had to re-read again when the movies came out in the last decade or so.
The second book, The Two Towers , was a worth follow-up, enhancing every original love I had with the story. I'm generally not a fan of the fantasy genre, and have only read perhaps 20 books in total, less than Book Review For as long as I can remember, I have loved serial fiction and saga stories.
But something about these books absolutely stands out among to me as a truly amazing series. I liken it to Star Wars as a movie and film phenomena, when it comes to the saga story. But this one started out as a set of books, which makes it even more fantastic The first one introduces everything and sets the stage.
The last one is the epic battle. The middle one Full of history, secrets, revelations, explanations But you also get a little overwhelmed with the sheet amount to remember.
But I like that about it too. And to tell the story of dark versus light. To see people you love fall to their death. To think so much will change for the worse. It's a challenge to decide which part of the story to love most.
If you've not read the series, it's probably pages in its entirety. I still think you should read it You can't read out of order. Then let's chat again! About Me For those new to me or my reviews I read A LOT.
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View all 6 comments. Jul 15, Paul E. The second act of the classic Lord Of The Rings saga is divided into two halves; the second half focussing on Frodo, Sam and Gollum and the first half focussing on the rest of the divided fellowship.
To be honest, I love this book so much, it's virtually impossible for me to write a balanced review.
If you're also a fan, you know exactly what I mean, so I'll leave it there. If anything, I love it The second act of the classic Lord Of The Rings saga is divided into two halves; the second half focussing on Frodo, Sam and Gollum and the first half focussing on the rest of the divided fellowship. If anything, I love it more than ever now. Tolkien's high fantasy novel The Lord of the Rings. Some of the writing is astonishing see quotes below. The author handles various storylines — the fellowship has scattered, after all — gracefully.
And after having two of its main characters and their slimy guide spend a lot of time climbing up a cliff, the book ends on one whopper of a cliffhanger.
I love the ecological theme — destroying the countryside to fuel industry and war has consequences! With the exception of Here it is. Wasn't his, you know name , a clue to his character? Shame they had to cut down the exchange for the movie. And I love Saruman's coat-of-many-colours, which would have been too gaudy or campy for the film, I guess. It went on forever and I had a hard time getting oriented. I was bored enough here to put the book down for a few days.
Peter Jackson was smart to end the film with it. And I guess these monologues are meant to be stories told over firelight, good roasted food and mead.
Talk about keeping us in suspense! After all the stories other people told about him in Book One, we finally meet him, and Frodo knows he has to accept him. I suppose he could withstand a psychiatric diagnosis, too. Addict suffering from withdrawal? Frodo looked round in horror. Dreadful as the Dead Marshes had been, and the arid moors of the Noman-lands, more loathsome far was the country that the crawling day now slowly unveiled to his shrinking eyes. Even to the Mere of Dead Faces some haggard phantom of green spring would come; but here neither spring nor summer would ever come again.
Here nothing lived, not even the leprous growths that feed on rottenness. The gasping pools were choked with ash and crawling muds, sickly white and grey, as if the mountains had vomited the filth of their entrails upon the lands about. High mounds of crushed and powdered rock, great cones of earth fire-blasted and poison-stained, stood like an obscene graveyard in endless rows, slowly revealed in the reluctant light. But Faramir impresses with the sheer nobility of his character.
When he meets Sam, Frodo and Gollum, and learns to trust the first two, he delivers this lovely speech about war, honour and what he's doing all this for: War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: No spoilers, but I love learning the backstory of this character. The way Tolkien sets up the finale, from the stairs of Cirith Ungol, the cave, the smells, etc.
Just masterful. And so many place names! Glad there won't be a Middle-Earth geography quiz afterwards. View all 22 comments.
Aug 23, K. Absolutely rated it it was amazing Recommended to K.