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'
Go
then
and
be
swift
!
'
said
Faramir
.
'
If
he
comes
off
alive
,
he
should
be
your
faithful
servant
for
the
rest
of
his
unhappy
days
.
Lead
Frodo
down
to
the
bank
,
Anborn
,
and
go
softly
.
The
thing
has
a
nose
and
ears
.
Give
me
your
bow
.
'
Anborn
grunted
and
led
the
way
down
the
winding
stair
to
the
landing
,
and
then
up
the
other
stair
,
until
at
last
they
came
to
a
narrow
opening
shrouded
with
thick
bushes
.
Passing
silently
through
,
Frodo
found
himself
on
the
top
of
the
southern
bank
above
the
pool
.
It
was
now
dark
and
the
falls
were
pale
and
grey
,
reflecting
only
the
lingering
moonlight
of
the
western
sky
.
He
could
not
see
Gollum
.
He
went
forward
a
short
way
and
Anborn
came
softly
behind
him
.
'
Go
on
!
'
he
breathed
in
Frodo
's
ear
.
'
Have
a
care
to
your
right
.
If
you
fall
in
the
pool
,
then
no
one
but
your
fishing
friend
can
help
you
.
And
forget
not
that
there
are
bowmen
near
at
hand
,
though
you
may
not
see
them
.
'
Frodo
crept
forward
,
using
his
hands
Gollum-like
to
feel
his
way
and
to
steady
himself
.
The
rocks
were
for
the
most
part
flat
and
smooth
but
slippery
.
He
halted
listening
.
At
first
he
could
hear
no
sound
but
the
unceasing
rush
of
the
fall
behind
him
.
Then
presently
he
heard
,
not
far
ahead
,
a
hissing
murmur
.
'
Fissh
,
nice
fissh
.
White
Face
has
vanished
,
my
precious
,
at
last
,
yes
.
Now
we
can
eat
fish
in
peace
.
No
,
not
in
peace
,
precious
.
For
Precious
is
lost
;
yes
,
lost
.
Dirty
hobbits
,
nasty
hobbits
.
Gone
and
left
us
,
gollum
;
and
Precious
is
gone
.
Only
poor
Sméagol
all
alone
.
No
Precious
.
Nasty
Men
,
they
'll
take
it
,
steal
my
Precious
.
Thieves
.
We
hates
them
.
Fissh
,
nice
fissh
:
Makes
us
strong
.
Makes
eyes
bright
,
fingers
tight
,
yes
.
Throttle
them
,
precious
.
Throttle
them
all
,
yes
,
if
we
gets
chances
.
Nice
fissh
.
Nice
fissh
!
'
So
it
went
on
,
almost
as
unceasing
as
the
waterfall
,
only
interrupted
by
a
faint
noise
of
slavering
and
gurgling
.
Frodo
shivered
,
listening
with
pity
and
disgust
.
He
wished
it
would
stop
,
and
that
he
never
need
hear
that
voice
again
.
Anborn
was
not
far
behind
.
He
could
creep
back
and
ask
him
to
get
the
huntsmen
to
shoot
.
They
would
probably
get
close
enough
,
while
Gollum
was
gorging
and
off
his
guard
.
Only
one
true
shot
,
and
Frodo
would
be
rid
of
the
miserable
voice
for
ever
.
But
no
,
Gollum
had
a
claim
on
him
now
.
The
servant
has
a
claim
on
the
master
for
service
,
even
service
in
fear
.
They
would
have
foundered
in
the
Dead
Marshes
but
for
Gollum
.
Frodo
knew
,
too
,
somehow
,
quite
clearly
that
Gandalf
would
not
have
wished
it
.
'
Sméagol
!
'
he
said
softly
.
'
Fissh
,
nice
fissh
,
'
said
the
voice
.
