journey was watched by spies, and that the creature Gollum, who once had possessed the Ring and still lusted for it, was following their trail.
It now became necessary for them to decide whether they should turn east to Mordor; or go on with Boromir to the aid of Minas Tirith, chief city of Gondor, in the coming war; or should divide. When it became clear that the Ring-bearer was resolved to continue his hopeless journey to the land of the Enemy, Boromir attempted to seize the Ring by force. The first part ended with the fall of Boromir to the lure of the Ring; with the escape and disappearance of Frodo and his servant Samwise; and the scattering of the remainder of the Fellowship by a sudden attack of orc-soldiers, some in the service of the Dark Lord of Mordor, some of the traitor Saruman of Isengard. The Quest of the Ring-bearer seemed already overtaken by disaster.
This second part, The Two Towers, now tells how each of the members of the Fellowship of the Ring fared, after the breaking of their fellowship, until the coming of the great Darkness and the outbreak of the War of the Ring, which is to be recounted in the third and last part.
Contents
CHAPTER 1: THE DEPARTURE OF BOROMIR
CHAPTER 2: THE RIDERS OF ROHAN
CHAPTER 6: THE KING OF THE GOLDEN HALL
CHAPTER 8: THE ROAD TO ISENGARD
CHAPTER 10: THE VOICE OF SARUMAN
CHAPTER 1: THE TAMING OF SMÉAGOL
CHAPTER 2: THE PASSAGE OF THE MARSHES
CHAPTER 3: THE BLACK GATE IS CLOSED
CHAPTER 4: OF HERBS AND STEWED RABBIT
CHAPTER 5: THE WINDOW ON THE WEST
CHAPTER 7: JOURNEY TO THE CROSS-ROADS
CHAPTER 8: THE STAIRS OF CIRITH UNGOL
CHAPTER 10: THE CHOICES OF MASTER SAMWISE
Aragorn sped on up the hill. Every now and again he bent to the ground. Hobbits go light, and their footprints are not easy even for a Ranger to read, but not far from the top a spring crossed the path, and in the wet earth he saw what he was seeking.
‘I read the signs aright,’ he said to himself. ‘Frodo ran to the hill-top. I wonder what he saw there? But he returned by the same way, and went down the hill again.’
Aragorn hesitated. 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. Suddenly he leaped forward, and ran to the summit, across the great flag-stones, and up the steps. Then sitting in the high seat he looked out. But the sun seemed darkened, and the world dim and remote. 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.
Even as he gazed his quick ears caught sounds in the woodlands below, on the west side of the River. He stiffened. There were cries, and among them, to his horror, he could distinguish the harsh voices of Orcs. 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.
‘The horn of Boromir!’ he cried. ‘He is in need!’ He sprang down the steps and away, leaping down the path. ‘Alas! An ill fate is on me this day, and all
