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Frodo
dozed
,
though
the
pain
of
his
wound
was
slowly
growing
,
and
a
deadly
chill
was
spreading
from
his
shoulder
to
his
arm
and
side
.
His
friends
watched
over
him
,
warming
him
,
and
bathing
his
wound
.
The
night
passed
slowly
and
wearily
.
Dawn
was
growing
in
the
sky
,
and
the
dell
was
filling
with
grey
light
,
when
Strider
at
last
returned
.
'
Look
!
'
he
cried
;
and
stooping
he
lifted
from
the
ground
a
black
cloak
that
had
lain
there
hidden
by
the
darkness
.
A
foot
above
the
lower
hem
there
was
a
slash
.
'
This
was
the
stroke
of
Frodo
's
sword
,
'
he
said
.
'
The
only
hurt
that
it
did
to
his
enemy
,
I
fear
;
for
it
is
unharmed
,
but
all
blades
perish
that
pierce
that
dreadful
King
.
More
deadly
to
him
was
the
name
of
Elbereth
.
'
'
And
more
deadly
to
Frodo
was
this
!
'
He
stooped
again
and
lifted
up
a
long
thin
knife
.
There
was
a
cold
gleam
in
it
.
As
Strider
raised
it
they
saw
that
near
the
end
its
edge
was
notched
and
the
point
was
broken
off
.
But
even
as
he
held
it
up
in
the
growing
light
,
they
gazed
in
astonishment
,
for
the
blade
seemed
to
melt
,
and
vanished
like
a
smoke
in
the
air
,
leaving
only
the
hilt
in
Strider
's
hand
.
'
Alas
!
'
he
cried
.
'
It
was
this
accursed
knife
that
gave
the
wound
.
Few
now
have
the
skill
in
healing
to
match
such
evil
weapons
.
But
I
will
do
what
I
can
.
'
He
sat
down
on
the
ground
,
and
taking
the
dagger-hilt
laid
it
on
his
knees
,
and
he
sang
over
it
a
slow
song
in
a
strange
tongue
.
Then
setting
it
aside
,
he
turned
to
Frodo
and
in
a
soft
tone
spoke
words
the
others
could
not
catch
.
From
the
pouch
at
his
belt
he
drew
out
the
long
leaves
of
a
plant
.
'
These
leaves
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
have
walked
far
to
find
;
for
this
plant
does
not
grow
in
the
bare
hills
;
but
in
the
thickets
away
south
of
the
Road
I
found
it
in
the
dark
by
the
scent
of
its
leaves
.
'
He
crushed
a
leaf
in
his
fingers
,
and
it
gave
out
a
sweet
and
pungent
fragrance
.
'
It
is
fortunate
that
I
could
find
it
,
for
it
is
a
healing
plant
that
the
Men
of
the
West
brought
to
Middle-earth
.
Athelas
they
named
it
,
and
it
grows
now
sparsely
and
only
near
places
where
they
dwelt
or
camped
of
old
;
and
it
is
not
known
in
the
North
,
except
to
some
of
those
who
wander
in
the
Wild
.
It
has
great
virtues
,
but
over
such
a
wound
as
this
its
healing
powers
may
be
small
.
'
He
threw
the
leaves
into
boiling
water
and
bathed
Frodo
's
shoulder
.
The
fragrance
of
the
steam
was
refreshing
,
and
those
that
were
unhurt
felt
their
minds
calmed
and
cleared
.
The
herb
had
also
some
power
over
the
wound
,
for
Frodo
felt
the
pain
and
also
the
sense
of
frozen
cold
lessen
in
his
side
;
but
the
life
did
not
return
to
his
arm
,
and
he
could
not
raise
or
use
his
hand
.
He
bitterly
regretted
his
foolishness
,
and
reproached
himself
for
weakness
of
will
;
for
he
now
perceived
that
in
putting
on
the
Ring
he
obeyed
not
his
own
desire
but
the
commanding
wish
of
his
enemies
.
He
wondered
if
he
would
remain
maimed
for
life
,
and
how
they
would
now
manage
to
continue
their
journey
.
He
felt
too
weak
to
stand
.
The
others
were
discussing
this
very
question
.
They
quickly
decided
to
leave
Weathertop
as
soon
as
possible
.
'
I
think
now
,
'
said
Strider
,
'
that
the
enemy
has
been
watching
this
place
for
some
days
.
If
Gandalf
ever
came
here
,
then
he
must
have
been
forced
to
ride
away
,
and
he
will
not
return
.
In
any
case
we
are
in
great
peril
here
after
dark
,
since
the
attack
of
last
night
,
and
we
can
hardly
meet
greater
danger
wherever
we
go
.
'
