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and
still
on
gold
here
let
them
lie
,
till
the
dark
lord
lifts
his
hand
over
dead
sea
and
withered
land
.
He
heard
behind
his
head
a
creaking
and
scraping
sound
.
Raising
himself
on
one
arm
he
looked
,
and
saw
now
in
the
pale
light
that
they
were
in
a
kind
of
passage
which
behind
them
turned
a
corner
.
Round
the
corner
a
long
arm
was
groping
,
walking
on
its
fingers
towards
Sam
,
who
was
lying
nearest
,
and
towards
the
hilt
of
the
sword
that
lay
upon
him
.
At
first
Frodo
felt
as
if
he
had
indeed
been
turned
into
stone
by
the
incantation
.
Then
a
wild
thought
of
escape
came
to
him
.
He
wondered
if
he
put
on
the
Ring
,
whether
the
Barrow-wight
would
miss
him
,
and
he
might
find
some
way
out
.
He
thought
of
himself
running
free
over
the
grass
,
grieving
for
Merry
,
and
Sam
,
and
Pippin
,
but
free
and
alive
himself
.
Gandalf
would
admit
that
there
had
been
nothing
else
he
could
do
.
But
the
courage
that
had
been
awakened
in
him
was
now
too
strong
:
he
could
not
leave
his
friends
so
easily
.
He
wavered
,
groping
in
his
pocket
,
and
then
fought
with
himself
again
;
and
as
he
did
so
the
arm
crept
nearer
.
Suddenly
resolve
hardened
in
him
,
and
he
seized
a
short
sword
that
lay
beside
him
,
and
kneeling
he
stooped
low
over
the
bodies
of
his
companions
.
With
what
strength
he
had
he
hewed
at
the
crawling
arm
near
the
wrist
,
and
the
hand
broke
off
;
but
at
the
same
moment
the
sword
splintered
up
to
the
hilt
.
There
was
a
shriek
and
the
light
vanished
.
In
the
dark
there
was
a
snarling
noise
.
Frodo
fell
forward
over
Merry
,
and
Merry
's
face
felt
cold
.
All
at
once
back
into
his
mind
,
from
which
it
had
disappeared
with
the
first
coming
of
the
fog
,
came
the
memory
of
the
house
down
under
the
Hill
,
and
of
Tom
singing
.
He
remembered
the
rhyme
that
Tom
had
taught
them
.
In
a
small
desperate
voice
he
began
:
Ho
!
Tom
Bombadil
!
and
with
that
name
his
voice
seemed
to
grow
strong
:
it
had
a
full
and
lively
sound
,
and
the
dark
chamber
echoed
as
if
to
drum
and
trumpet
.
Ho
!
Tom
Bombadil
,
Tom
Bombadillo
!
By
water
,
wood
and
hill
,
by
the
reed
and
willow
,
