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Terror
overcame
Pippin
and
Merry
,
and
they
threw
themselves
flat
on
the
ground
.
Sam
shrank
to
Frodo
's
side
.
Frodo
was
hardly
less
terrified
than
his
companions
;
he
was
quaking
as
if
he
was
bitter
cold
,
but
his
terror
was
swallowed
up
in
a
sudden
temptation
to
put
on
the
Ring
.
The
desire
to
do
this
laid
hold
of
him
,
and
he
could
think
of
nothing
else
.
He
did
not
forget
the
Barrow
,
nor
the
message
of
Gandalf
;
but
something
seemed
to
be
compelling
him
to
disregard
all
warnings
,
and
he
longed
to
yield
.
Not
with
the
hope
of
escape
,
or
of
doing
anything
,
either
good
or
bad
:
he
simply
felt
that
he
must
take
the
Ring
and
put
it
on
his
finger
.
He
could
not
speak
.
He
felt
Sam
looking
at
him
,
as
if
he
knew
that
his
master
was
in
some
great
trouble
,
but
he
could
not
turn
towards
him
.
He
shut
his
eyes
and
struggled
for
a
while
;
but
resistance
became
unbearable
,
and
at
last
he
slowly
drew
out
the
chain
,
and
slipped
the
Ring
on
the
forefinger
of
his
left
hand
Immediately
,
though
everything
else
remained
as
before
,
dim
and
dark
,
the
shapes
became
terribly
clear
.
He
was
able
to
see
beneath
their
black
wrappings
.
There
were
five
tall
figures
:
two
standing
on
the
lip
of
the
dell
,
three
advancing
.
In
their
white
faces
burned
keen
and
merciless
eyes
;
under
their
mantles
were
long
grey
robes
;
upon
their
grey
hairs
were
helms
of
silver
;
in
their
haggard
hands
were
swords
of
steel
.
Their
eyes
fell
on
him
and
pierced
him
,
as
they
rushed
towards
him
.
Desperate
,
he
drew
his
own
sword
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
it
flickered
red
,
as
if
it
was
a
firebrand
.
Two
of
the
figures
halted
.
The
third
was
taller
than
the
others
:
his
hair
was
long
and
gleaming
and
on
his
helm
was
a
crown
.
In
one
hand
he
held
a
long
sword
,
and
in
the
other
a
knife
;
both
the
knife
and
the
hand
that
held
it
glowed
with
a
pale
light
.
He
sprang
forward
and
bore
down
on
Frodo
.
At
that
moment
Frodo
threw
himself
forward
on
the
ground
,
and
he
heard
himself
crying
aloud
:
O
Elbereth
!
Gilthoniel
!
At
the
same
time
he
struck
at
the
feet
of
his
enemy
.
A
shrill
cry
rang
out
in
the
night
;
and
he
felt
a
pain
like
a
dart
of
poisoned
ice
pierce
his
left
shoulder
.
Even
as
he
swooned
he
caught
,
as
through
a
swirling
mist
,
a
glimpse
of
Strider
leaping
out
of
the
darkness
with
a
flaming
brand
of
wood
in
either
hand
.
With
a
last
effort
Frodo
,
dropping
his
sword
,
slipped
the
Ring
from
his
finger
and
closed
his
right
hand
tight
upon
it
.
When
Frodo
came
to
himself
he
was
still
clutching
the
Ring
desperately
.
He
was
lying
by
the
fire
,
which
was
now
piled
high
and
burning
brightly
.
His
three
companions
were
bending
over
him
.
'
What
has
happened
?
Where
is
the
pale
king
?
'
he
asked
wildly
.
They
were
too
overjoyed
to
hear
him
speak
to
answer
for
a
while
;
nor
did
they
understand
his
question
.
At
length
he
gathered
from
Sam
that
they
had
seen
nothing
but
the
vague
shadowy
shapes
coming
towards
them
.
Suddenly
to
his
horror
Sam
found
that
his
master
had
vanished
;
and
at
that
moment
a
black
shadow
rushed
past
him
,
and
he
fell
.
He
heard
Frodo
's
voice
,
but
it
seemed
to
come
from
a
great
distance
,
or
from
under
the
earth
,
crying
out
strange
words
.
They
saw
nothing
more
,
until
they
stumbled
over
the
body
of
Frodo
,
lying
as
if
dead
,
face
downwards
on
the
grass
with
his
sword
beneath
him
.
Strider
ordered
them
to
pick
him
up
and
lay
him
near
the
fire
,
and
then
he
disappeared
.
That
was
now
a
good
while
ago
.
Sam
plainly
was
beginning
to
have
doubts
again
about
Strider
;
but
while
they
were
talking
he
returned
,
appearing
suddenly
out
of
the
shadows
.
They
started
,
and
Sam
drew
his
sword
and
stood
over
Frodo
;
but
Strider
knelt
down
swiftly
at
his
side
.
'
I
am
not
a
Black
Rider
,
Sam
,
'
he
said
gently
,
'
nor
in
league
with
them
.
I
have
been
trying
to
discover
something
of
their
movements
;
but
I
have
found
nothing
.
I
can
not
think
why
they
have
gone
and
do
not
attack
again
.
But
there
is
no
feeling
of
their
presence
anywhere
at
hand
.
'
When
he
heard
what
Frodo
had
to
tell
,
he
became
full
of
concern
,
and
shook
his
head
and
sighed
.
Then
he
ordered
Pippin
and
Merry
to
heat
as
much
water
as
they
could
in
their
small
kettles
,
and
to
bathe
the
wound
with
it
.
'
Keep
the
fire
going
well
,
and
keep
Frodo
warm
!
'
he
said
.
Then
he
got
up
and
walked
away
,
and
called
Sam
to
him
.
'
I
think
I
understand
things
better
now
,
'
he
said
in
a
low
voice
.
'
There
seem
only
to
have
been
five
of
the
enemy
.
Why
they
were
not
all
here
,
I
do
n't
know
;
but
I
do
n't
think
they
expected
to
be
resisted
.
They
have
drawn
off
for
the
time
being
.
But
not
far
,
I
fear
.
They
will
come
again
another
night
,
if
we
can
not
escape
.
They
are
only
waiting
,
because
they
think
that
their
purpose
is
almost
accomplished
,
and
that
the
Ring
can
not
fly
much
further
.
I
fear
,
Sam
,
that
they
believe
your
master
has
a
deadly
wound
that
will
subdue
him
to
their
will
.
We
shall
see
!
'
Sam
choked
with
tears
.
'
Do
n't
despair
!
'
said
Strider
.
'
You
must
trust
me
now
.
Your
Frodo
is
made
of
sterner
stuff
than
I
had
guessed
,
though
Gandalf
hinted
that
it
might
prove
so
.
He
is
not
slain
,
and
I
think
he
will
resist
the
evil
power
of
the
wound
longer
than
his
enemies
expect
.
I
will
do
all
I
can
to
help
and
heal
him
.
Guard
him
well
,
while
I
am
away
!
'
He
hurried
off
and
disappeared
again
into
the
darkness
.
