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'
Careful
!
'
whispered
Frodo
coming
behind
.
'
Do
n't
alarm
him
!
He
's
much
more
dangerous
than
he
looks
.
'
The
black
crawling
shape
was
now
three-quarters
of
the
way
down
,
and
perhaps
fifty
feet
or
less
above
the
cliff
's
foot
.
Crouching
stone-still
in
the
shadow
of
a
large
boulder
the
hobbits
watched
him
.
He
seemed
to
have
come
to
a
difficult
passage
or
to
be
troubled
about
something
.
They
could
hear
him
snuffling
,
and
now
and
again
there
was
a
harsh
hiss
of
breath
that
sounded
like
a
curse
.
He
lifted
his
head
,
and
they
thought
they
heard
him
spit
.
Then
he
moved
on
again
.
Now
they
could
hear
his
voice
creaking
and
whistling
.
'
Ach
,
sss
!
Cautious
,
my
precious
!
More
haste
less
speed
.
We
musst
n't
rissk
our
neck
,
musst
we
,
precious
?
No
,
precious
-
gollum
!
'
He
lifted
his
head
again
,
blinked
at
the
moon
,
and
quickly
shut
his
eyes
.
'
We
hate
it
,
'
he
hissed
.
'
Nassty
,
nassty
shivery
light
it
is
-
sss
-
it
spies
on
us
,
precious
-
it
hurts
our
eyes
.
'
He
was
getting
lower
now
and
the
hisses
became
sharper
and
clearer
.
'
Where
iss
it
,
where
iss
it
:
my
Precious
,
my
Precious
?
It
's
ours
,
it
is
,
and
we
wants
it
.
The
thieves
,
the
thieves
,
the
filthy
little
thieves
.
Where
are
they
with
my
Precious
?
Curse
them
!
We
hates
them
.
'
'
It
does
n't
sound
as
if
he
knew
we
were
here
,
does
it
?
'
whispered
Sam
.
'
And
what
's
his
Precious
?
Does
he
mean
the
'
'
Hsh
!
'
breathed
Frodo
.
'
He
's
getting
near
now
,
near
enough
to
hear
a
whisper
.
'
Indeed
Gollum
had
suddenly
paused
again
,
and
his
large
head
on
its
scrawny
neck
was
lolling
from
side
to
side
as
if
he
was
listening
.
His
pale
eyes
were
half
unlidded
.
Sam
restrained
himself
,
though
his
fingers
were
twitching
.
His
eyes
,
filled
with
anger
and
disgust
,
were
fixed
on
the
wretched
creature
as
he
now
began
to
move
again
,
still
whispering
and
hissing
to
himself
.
At
last
he
was
no
more
than
a
dozen
feet
from
the
ground
,
right
above
their
heads
.
From
that
point
there
was
a
sheer
drop
,
for
the
cliff
was
slightly
undercut
,
and
even
Gollum
could
not
find
a
hold
of
any
kind
.
He
seemed
to
be
trying
to
twist
round
,
so
as
to
go
legs
first
,
when
suddenly
with
a
shrill
whistling
shriek
he
fell
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
curled
his
legs
and
arms
up
round
him
,
like
a
spider
whose
descending
thread
is
snapped
.
Sam
was
out
of
his
hiding
in
a
flash
and
crossed
the
space
between
him
and
the
cliff
foot
in
a
couple
of
leaps
.
Before
Gollum
could
get
up
,
he
was
on
top
of
him
.
But
he
found
Gollum
more
than
he
bargained
for
,
even
taken
like
that
,
suddenly
,
off
his
guard
after
a
fall
.
Before
Sam
could
get
a
hold
,
long
legs
and
arms
were
wound
round
him
pinning
his
arms
,
and
a
clinging
grip
,
soft
but
horribly
strong
,
was
squeezing
him
like
slowly
tightening
cords
;
clammy
fingers
were
feeling
for
his
throat
.
Then
sharp
teeth
bit
into
his
shoulder
.
All
he
could
do
was
to
butt
his
hard
round
head
sideways
into
the
creature
's
face
.
