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Frodo
sighed
and
was
asleep
almost
before
the
words
were
spoken
.
Sam
struggled
with
his
own
weariness
,
and
he
took
Frodo
's
hand
;
and
there
he
sat
silent
till
deep
night
fell
.
Then
at
last
,
to
keep
himself
awake
,
he
crawled
from
the
hiding-place
and
looked
out
.
The
land
seemed
full
of
creaking
and
cracking
and
sly
noises
,
but
there
was
no
sound
of
voice
or
of
foot
.
Far
above
the
Ephel
Duath
in
the
West
the
night-sky
was
still
dim
and
pale
.
There
,
peeping
among
the
cloud-wrack
above
a
dark
tor
high
up
in
the
mountains
,
Sam
saw
a
white
star
twinkle
for
a
while
.
The
beauty
of
it
smote
his
heart
,
as
he
looked
up
out
of
the
forsaken
land
,
and
hope
returned
to
him
.
For
like
a
shaft
,
clear
and
cold
,
the
thought
pierced
him
that
in
the
end
the
Shadow
was
only
a
small
and
passing
thing
:
there
was
light
and
high
beauty
for
ever
beyond
its
reach
.
His
song
in
the
Tower
had
been
defiance
rather
than
hope
;
for
then
he
was
thinking
of
himself
.
Now
,
for
a
moment
,
his
own
fate
,
and
even
his
masters
,
ceased
to
trouble
him
.
He
crawled
back
into
the
brambles
and
laid
himself
by
Frodo
's
side
,
and
putting
away
all
fear
he
cast
himself
into
a
deep
untroubled
sleep
.
They
woke
together
,
hand
in
hand
.
Sam
was
almost
fresh
,
ready
for
another
day
;
but
Frodo
sighed
.
His
sleep
had
been
uneasy
,
full
of
dreams
of
fire
,
and
waking
brought
him
no
comfort
.
Still
his
sleep
had
not
been
without
all
healing
virtue
:
he
was
stronger
,
more
able
to
bear
his
burden
one
stage
further
.
They
did
not
know
the
time
,
nor
how
long
they
had
slept
;
but
after
a
morsel
of
food
and
a
sip
of
water
they
went
on
up
the
ravine
,
until
it
ended
in
a
sharp
slope
of
screes
and
sliding
stones
.
There
the
last
living
things
gave
up
their
struggle
;
the
tops
of
the
Morgai
were
grassless
,
bare
,
jagged
,
barren
as
a
slate
.
After
much
wandering
and
search
they
found
a
way
that
they
could
climb
,
and
with
a
last
hundred
feet
of
clawing
scramble
they
were
up
.
They
came
to
a
cleft
between
two
dark
crags
,
and
passing
through
found
themselves
on
the
very
edge
of
the
last
fence
of
Mordor
.
Below
them
,
at
the
bottom
of
a
fall
of
some
fifteen
hundred
feet
,
lay
the
inner
plain
stretching
away
into
a
formless
gloom
beyond
their
sight
.
The
wind
of
the
world
blew
now
from
the
West
,
and
the
great
clouds
were
lifted
high
,
floating
away
eastward
;
but
still
only
a
grey
light
came
to
the
dreary
fields
of
Gorgoroth
.
There
smokes
trailed
on
the
ground
and
lurked
in
hollows
,
and
fumes
leaked
from
fissures
in
the
earth
.
Still
far
away
,
forty
miles
at
least
,
they
saw
Mount
Doom
,
its
feet
founded
in
ashen
ruin
,
its
huge
cone
rising
to
a
great
height
,
where
its
reeking
head
was
swathed
in
cloud
.
Its
fires
were
now
dimmed
,
and
it
stood
in
smouldering
slumber
,
as
threatening
and
dangerous
as
a
sleeping
beast
.
Behind
it
there
hung
a
vast
shadow
,
ominous
as
a
thunder-cloud
,
the
veils
of
Barad-dur
that
was
reared
far
way
upon
a
long
spur
of
the
Ashen
Mountains
thrust
down
from
the
North
.
The
Dark
Power
was
deep
in
thought
,
and
the
Eye
turned
inward
,
pondering
tidings
of
doubt
and
danger
:
a
bright
sword
,
and
a
stern
and
kingly
face
it
saw
,
and
for
a
while
it
gave
little
thought
to
other
things
;
and
all
its
great
stronghold
,
gate
on
gate
,
and
tower
on
tower
,
was
wrapped
in
a
brooding
gloom
.
Frodo
and
Sam
gazed
out
in
mingled
loathing
and
wonder
on
this
hateful
land
.
Between
them
and
the
smoking
mountain
,
and
about
it
north
and
south
,
all
seemed
ruinous
and
dead
,
a
desert
burned
and
choked
.
They
wondered
how
the
Lord
of
this
realm
maintained
and
fed
his
slaves
and
his
armies
.
Yet
armies
he
had
.
As
far
as
their
eyes
could
reach
,
along
the
skirts
of
the
Morgai
and
away
southward
,
there
were
camps
,
some
of
tents
,
some
ordered
like
small
towns
.
One
of
the
largest
of
these
was
right
below
them
.
Barely
a
mile
out
into
the
plain
it
clustered
like
some
huge
nest
of
insects
,
with
straight
dreary
streets
of
huts
and
long
low
drab
buildings
.
About
it
the
ground
was
busy
with
folk
going
to
and
fro
;
a
wide
road
ran
from
it
south-east
to
join
the
Morgul-way
,
and
along
it
many
lines
of
small
black
shapes
were
hurrying
.
"
I
do
n't
like
the
look
of
things
at
all
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
Pretty
hopeless
,
I
call
it
--
saving
that
where
there
's
such
a
lot
of
folk
there
must
be
wells
or
water
,
not
to
mention
food
.
And
these
are
Men
not
Orcs
,
or
my
eyes
are
all
wrong
.
"
Neither
he
nor
Frodo
knew
anything
of
the
great
slave-worked
fields
away
south
in
this
wide
realm
,
beyond
the
fumes
of
the
Mountain
by
the
dark
sad
waters
of
Lake
Nurnen
;
nor
of
the
great
roads
that
ran
away
east
and
south
to
tributary
lands
,
from
which
the
soldiers
of
the
Tower
brought
long
waggon-trains
of
goods
and
booty
and
fresh
slaves
.
Here
in
the
northward
regions
were
the
mines
and
forges
,
and
the
musterings
of
long-planned
war
;
and
here
the
Dark
Power
,
moving
its
armies
like
pieces
on
the
board
,
was
gathering
them
together
.
Its
first
moves
,
the
first
feelers
of
its
strength
,
had
been
checked
upon
its
western
line
,
southward
and
northward
.
For
the
moment
it
withdrew
them
,
and
brought
up
new
forces
,
massing
them
about
Cirith
Gorgor
for
an
avenging
stroke
.
And
if
it
had
also
been
its
purpose
to
defend
the
Mountain
against
all
approach
,
it
could
scarcely
have
done
more
.
