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"
Miserable
trickster
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Let
me
get
my
hands
on
you
!
Now
I
see
your
mind
.
You
will
take
the
Ring
to
Sauron
and
sell
us
all
.
You
have
only
waited
your
chance
to
leave
us
in
the
lurch
.
Curse
you
and
all
halflings
to
death
and
darkness
!
"
Then
,
catching
his
foot
on
a
stone
,
he
fell
sprawling
and
lay
upon
his
face
.
For
a
while
he
was
as
still
as
if
his
own
curse
had
struck
him
down
;
then
suddenly
he
wept
.
He
rose
and
passed
his
hand
over
his
eyes
,
dashing
away
the
tears
.
"
What
have
I
said
?
"
he
cried
.
"
What
have
I
done
?
Frodo
,
Frodo
!
"
he
called
.
"
Come
back
!
A
madness
took
me
,
but
it
has
passed
.
Come
back
!
"
There
was
no
answer
.
Frodo
did
not
even
hear
his
cries
.
He
was
already
far
away
,
leaping
blindly
up
the
path
to
the
hill-top
.
Terror
and
grief
shook
him
,
seeing
in
his
thought
the
mad
fierce
face
of
Boromir
,
and
his
burning
eyes
.
Soon
he
came
out
alone
on
the
summit
of
Amon
Hen
,
and
halted
,
gasping
for
breath
.
He
saw
as
through
a
mist
a
wide
flat
circle
,
paved
with
mighty
flags
,
and
surrounded
with
a
crumbling
battlement
;
and
in
the
middle
,
set
upon
four
carven
pillars
,
was
a
high
seat
,
reached
by
a
stair
of
many
steps
.
Up
he
went
and
sat
upon
the
ancient
chair
,
feeling
like
a
lost
child
that
had
clambered
upon
the
throne
of
mountain-kings
.
At
first
he
could
see
little
.
He
seemed
to
be
in
a
world
of
mist
in
which
there
were
only
shadows
:
the
Ring
was
upon
him
.
Then
here
and
there
the
mist
gave
way
and
he
saw
many
visions
:
small
and
clear
as
if
they
were
under
his
eyes
upon
a
table
,
and
yet
remote
.
There
was
no
sound
,
only
bright
living
images
.
The
world
seemed
to
have
shrunk
and
fallen
silent
.
He
was
sitting
upon
the
Seat
of
Seeing
,
on
Amon
Hen
,
the
Hill
of
the
Eye
of
the
Men
of
Numenor
.
Eastward
he
looked
into
wide
uncharted
lands
,
nameless
plains
,
and
forests
unexplored
.
Northward
he
looked
,
and
the
Great
River
lay
like
a
ribbon
beneath
him
,
and
the
Misty
Mountains
stood
small
and
hard
as
broken
teeth
.
Westward
he
looked
and
saw
the
broad
pastures
of
Rohan
;
and
Orthanc
,
the
pinnacle
of
Isengard
,
like
a
black
spike
.
Southward
he
looked
,
and
below
his
very
feet
the
Great
River
curled
like
a
toppling
wave
and
plunged
over
the
falls
of
Rauros
into
a
foaming
pit
;
a
glimmering
rainbow
played
upon
the
fume
.
And
Ethir
Anduin
he
saw
,
the
mighty
delta
of
the
River
,
and
myriads
of
sea-birds
whirling
like
a
white
dust
in
the
sun
,
and
beneath
them
a
green
and
silver
sea
,
rippling
in
endless
lines
.
But
everywhere
he
looked
he
saw
the
signs
of
war
.
The
Misty
Mountains
were
crawling
like
anthills
:
orcs
were
issuing
out
of
a
thousand
holes
.
Under
the
boughs
of
Mirkwood
there
was
deadly
strife
of
Elves
and
Men
and
fell
beasts
.
The
land
of
the
Beornings
was
aflame
;
a
cloud
was
over
Moria
;
smoke
rose
on
the
borders
of
Lorien
.
Horsemen
were
galloping
on
the
grass
of
Rohan
;
wolves
poured
from
Isengard
.
From
the
havens
of
Harad
ships
of
war
put
out
to
sea
;
and
out
of
the
East
Men
were
moving
endlessly
:
swordsmen
,
spearmen
,
bowmen
upon
horses
,
chariots
of
chieftains
and
laden
wains
.
All
the
power
of
the
Dark
Lord
was
in
motion
.
Then
turning
south
again
he
beheld
Minas
Tirith
.
Far
away
it
seemed
.
and
beautiful
:
white-walled
,
many-towered
,
proud
and
fair
upon
its
mountain-seat
;
its
battlements
glittered
with
steel
,
and
its
turrets
were
bright
with
many
banners
.
Hope
leaped
in
his
heart
.
But
against
Minas
Tirith
was
set
another
fortress
,
greater
and
more
strong
.
Thither
,
eastward
,
unwilling
his
eye
was
drawn
.
It
passed
the
ruined
bridges
of
Osgiliath
,
the
grinning
gates
of
Minas
Morgul
.
and
the
haunted
Mountains
,
and
it
looked
upon
Gorgoroth
,
the
valley
of
terror
in
the
Land
of
Mordor
.
Darkness
lay
there
under
the
Sun
.
Fire
glowed
amid
the
smoke
.
Mount
Doom
was
burning
,
and
a
great
reek
rising
.
Then
at
last
his
gaze
was
held
:
wall
upon
wall
,
battlement
upon
battlement
,
black
,
immeasurably
strong
,
mountain
of
iron
,
gate
of
steel
,
tower
of
adamant
,
he
saw
it
:
Barad-dur
,
Fortress
of
Sauron
.
All
hope
left
him
.
