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Get
out
,
you
old
Wight
!
Vanish
in
the
sunlight
!
Shrivel
like
the
cold
mist
,
like
the
winds
go
wailing
,
Out
into
the
barren
lands
far
beyond
the
mountains
!
Come
never
here
again
!
Leave
your
barrow
empty
!
Lost
and
forgotten
be
,
darker
than
the
darkness
,
Where
gates
stand
for
ever
shut
,
till
the
world
is
mended
.
At
these
words
there
was
a
cry
and
part
of
the
inner
end
of
the
chamber
fell
in
with
a
crash
.
Then
there
was
a
long
trailing
shriek
,
fading
away
into
an
unguessable
distance
;
and
after
that
silence
.
'
Come
,
friend
Frodo
!
'
said
Tom
.
'
Let
us
get
out
on
to
clean
grass
!
You
must
help
me
bear
them
.
'
Together
they
carried
out
Merry
,
Pippin
,
and
Sam
.
As
Frodo
left
the
barrow
for
the
last
time
he
thought
he
saw
a
severed
hand
wriggling
still
,
like
a
wounded
spider
,
in
a
heap
of
fallen
earth
.
Tom
went
back
in
again
,
and
there
was
a
sound
of
much
thumping
and
stamping
.
When
he
came
out
he
was
bearing
in
his
arms
a
great
load
of
treasure
:
things
of
gold
,
silver
,
copper
,
and
bronze
;
many
beads
and
chains
and
jewelled
ornaments
.
He
climbed
the
green
barrow
and
laid
them
all
on
top
in
the
sunshine
.
There
he
stood
,
with
his
hat
in
his
hand
and
the
wind
in
his
hair
,
and
looked
down
upon
the
three
hobbits
,
that
had
been
laid
on
their
backs
upon
the
grass
at
the
west
side
of
the
mound
.
Raising
his
right
hand
he
said
in
a
clear
and
commanding
voice
:
