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"
Who
comes
hither
to
disturb
the
rest
of
Balin
Lord
of
Moria
?
"
he
cried
in
a
loud
voice
.
There
was
a
rush
of
hoarse
laughter
,
like
the
fall
of
sliding
stones
into
a
pit
;
amid
the
clamour
a
deep
voice
was
raised
in
command
.
Doom
,
boom
,
doom
went
the
drums
in
the
deep
.
With
a
quick
movement
Gandalf
stepped
before
the
narrow
opening
of
the
door
and
thrust
forward
his
staff
:
There
was
a
dazzling
flash
that
lit
the
chamber
and
the
passage
outside
.
For
an
instant
the
wizard
looked
out
.
Arrows
whined
and
whistled
down
the
corridor
as
he
sprang
back
.
"
There
are
Orcs
,
very
many
of
them
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
some
are
large
and
evil
:
black
Uruks
of
Mordor
.
For
the
moment
they
are
hanging
back
,
but
there
is
something
else
there
.
A
great
cave-troll
,
I
think
,
or
more
than
one
.
There
is
no
hope
of
escape
that
way
.
"
"
And
no
hope
at
all
,
if
they
come
at
the
other
door
as
well
,
"
said
Boromir
.
"
There
is
no
sound
outside
here
yet
,
"
said
Aragorn
,
who
was
standing
by
the
eastern
door
listening
.
"
The
passage
on
this
side
plunges
straight
down
a
stair
:
it
plainly
does
not
lead
back
towards
the
hall
.
But
it
is
no
good
flying
blindly
this
way
with
the
pursuit
just
behind
.
We
can
not
block
the
door
.
Its
key
is
gone
and
the
lock
is
broken
,
and
it
opens
inwards
.
We
must
do
something
to
delay
the
enemy
first
.
We
will
make
them
fear
the
Chamber
of
Mazarbul
!
"
he
said
grimly
feeling
the
edge
of
his
sword
,
Anduril
.
Heavy
feet
were
heard
in
the
corridor
.
Boromir
flung
himself
against
the
door
and
heaved
it
to
;
then
he
wedged
it
with
broken
sword-blades
and
splinters
of
wood
.
The
Company
retreated
to
the
other
side
of
the
chamber
.
But
they
had
no
chance
to
fly
yet
.
There
was
a
blow
on
the
door
that
made
it
quiver
;
and
then
it
began
to
grind
slowly
open
,
driving
back
the
wedges
.
A
huge
arm
and
shoulder
,
with
a
dark
skin
of
greenish
scales
,
was
thrust
through
the
widening
gap
.
Then
a
great
,
flat
,
toeless
foot
was
forced
through
below
.
There
was
a
dead
silence
outside
.
Boromir
leaped
forward
and
hewed
at
the
arm
with
all
his
might
;
but
his
sword
rang
,
glanced
aside
,
and
fell
from
his
shaken
hand
.
The
blade
was
notched
.
Suddenly
,
and
to
his
own
surprise
,
Frodo
felt
a
hot
wrath
blaze
up
in
his
heart
.
"
The
Shire
!
"
he
cried
,
and
springing
beside
Boromir
,
he
stooped
,
and
stabbed
with
Sting
at
the
hideous
foot
.
There
was
a
bellow
,
and
the
foot
jerked
back
,
nearly
wrenching
Sting
from
Frodo
's
arm
.
Black
drops
dripped
from
the
blade
and
smoked
on
the
floor
.
Boromir
hurled
himself
against
the
door
and
slammed
it
again
.
