Posted on 03/15/2002 6:54:33 AM PST by HairOfTheDog
At length they came to a sharp bend. There the road, which had been veering southwards between the brink of the channel and a steep fall of the land to the left, turned and went due east again. Rounding the corner they saw before them a low cliff, some five fathoms high, with a broken and jagged top. Over it a trickling water dripped, through a wide cleft that seemed to have been carved out by a fall that had once been strong and full.`Indeed things have changed! ' said Gandalf. `But there is no mistaking the place. There is all that remains of the Stair Falls. If I remember right, there was a flight of steps cut in the rock at their side, but the main road wound away left and climbed with several loops up to the level ground at the top. There used to be a shallow valley beyond the falls right up to the Walls of Moria, and the Sirannon flowed through it with the road beside it. Let us go and see what things are like now! '
They found the stone steps without difficulty, and Gimli sprang swiftly up them, followed by Gandalf and Frodo.
When they reached the top they saw that they could go no further that way, and the reason for the drying up of the Gate-stream was revealed. Behind them the sinking Sun filled the cool western sky with glimmering gold. Before them stretched a dark still lake. Neither sky nor sunset was reflected on its sullen surface. The Sirannon had been dammed and had filled all the valley. Beyond the ominous water were reared vast cliffs, their stern faces pallid in the fading light: final and impassable. No sign of gate or entrance, not a fissure or crack could Frodo see in the frowning stone.
`There are the Walls of Moria,' said Gandalf, pointing across the water. `And there the Gate stood once upon a time, the Elven Door at the end of the road from Hollin by which we have come. But this way is blocked. None of the Company, I guess, will wish to swim this gloomy water at the end of the day. It has an unwholesome look.'
`We must find a way round the northern edge,' said Gimli. `The first thing for the Company to do is to climb up by the main path and see where that will lead us. Even if there were no lake, we could not get our baggage-pony up this stair.'
But actually, as I read this part again, like in the other sections, Jackson took the pearls from the book and portrayed them spot-on!
It was after nightfall when they had entered the Mines. They had been going for several hours with only brief halts, when Gandalf came to his first serious check. Before him stood a wide dark arch opening into three passages: all led in the same general direction, eastwards; but the left-hand passage plunged down, while the right-hand climbed up, and the middle way seemed to run on, smooth and level but very narrow.'I have no memory of this place at all! ' said Gandalf, standing uncertainly under the arch. He held up his staff in the hope of finding some marks or inscription that might help his choice; but nothing of the kind was to be seen. `I am too weary to decide,' he said, shaking his head. `And I expect that you are all as weary as I am, or wearier. We had better halt here for what is left of the night. You know what I mean! In here it is ever dark; but outside the late Moon is riding westward and the middle-night has passed.'
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...At length they stirred and looked up, and began to search for anything that would give them tidings of Balin's fate, or show what had become of his folk. There was another smaller door on the other side of the chamber, under the shaft. By both the doors they could now see that many bones were lying, and among them were broken swords and axe-heads, and cloven shields and helms. Some of the swords were crooked: orc-scimitars with blackened blades.
There were many recesses cut in the rock of the walls, and in them were large iron-bound chests of wood. All had been broken and plundered; but beside the shattered lid of one there lay the remains of a book. It had been slashed and stabbed and partly burned, and it was so stained with black and other dark marks like old blood that little of it could be read. Gandalf lifted it carefully, but the leaves crackled and broke as he laid it on the slab. He pored over it for some time without speaking. Frodo and Gimli standing at his side could see, as he gingerly turned the leaves, that they were written by many different hands, in runes, both of Moria and of Dale, and here and there in Elvish script...
`It is grim reading,' he said. 'I fear their end was cruel. Listen! We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Frár and Lóni and Náli fell there. Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run the pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Óin. We cannot get out. The end comes, and then drums, drums in the deep. I wonder what that means. The last thing written is in a trailing scrawl of elf-letters: they are coming. There is nothing more.' Gandalf paused and stood in silent thought.
Just trying to make Tuor feel like one of the gang! Sorry about being late....hardware failure at work. I have a pint and it's all better now!
Hehehe...Hair is partly right in that I do like getting a rise out of the Elf Friends. Otherwise I was okay with Elves until I saw the movie. The movie Elves came across as "snooty" (especially Haldir) and the movie Elves take themselves way too seriously - that makes them such an attractive target for merrie mischier makers like myself.
But I think the Elves have found out where I work...I've been having various "equipment problems" for two days now."
But it ain't snooty if you really are that cool. Haldir is a little cold, but the rest of them can back up every bit of apparent snootiness with actual coolness.
Off to the corner with you!
:~)
Tuor
Moria (or Khazad-Dum as it was then called) was not exactly a trade center: it was the *home* of the Dwarves: the oldest of their great cities. They didn't have a lot to do with outsiders, especially during the First Age. In the Second Age, they became very friendly with the Smiths of Eregion in what became Hollin; but after Sauron destroyed Eregion and scattered or slew the Noldor there, the Dwarves shut the West Gate: Sauron laid siege to it for quite some time, but wasn't able to get in.
As another poster pointed out, the Gate Stream used to flow freely through a wooded valley before passing down into Hollin via a series of falls; along this was a road which conected Eregion and Khazad-Dum. By the time of the War of the Ring, the whole region was desolate, the Gate Stream had been dammed up and turned into a lake with the Watcher inside it, and the road had pretty much ceased to exist.
Tuor
Thanks. :) And you do know that Tuor is accounted among the Elves, even though he was born a Man. ;)
Tuor
I thought those were gremlins?
Tuor
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