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'
Not
too
far
ahead
now
!
I
'm
going
to
be
at
your
tail
,
and
I
've
got
the
rope
handy
.
'
'N
o
,
no
!
'
said
Gollum
.
'S
méagol
promised
.
'
In
the
deep
of
night
under
hard
clear
stars
they
set
off
.
Gollum
led
them
back
northward
for
a
while
along
the
way
they
had
come
;
then
he
slanted
to
the
right
away
from
the
steep
edge
of
the
Emyn
Muil
,
down
the
broken
stony
slopes
towards
the
vast
fens
below
.
They
faded
swiftly
and
softly
into
the
darkness
.
Over
all
the
leagues
of
waste
before
the
gates
of
Mordor
there
was
a
black
silence
.
Gollum
moved
quickly
,
with
his
head
and
neck
thrust
forward
,
often
using
his
hands
as
well
as
his
feet
.
Frodo
and
Sam
were
hard
put
to
it
to
keep
up
with
him
;
but
he
seemed
no
longer
to
have
any
thought
of
escaping
,
and
if
they
fell
behind
,
he
would
turn
and
wait
for
them
.
After
a
time
he
brought
them
to
the
brink
of
the
narrow
gully
that
they
had
struck
before
;
but
they
were
now
further
from
the
hills
.
'
Here
it
is
!
'
he
cried
.
'
There
is
a
way
down
inside
,
yes
.
Now
we
follows
it
-
out
,
out
away
over
there
.
'
He
pointed
south
and
east
towards
the
marshes
.
The
reek
of
them
came
to
their
nostrils
,
heavy
and
foul
even
in
the
cool
night
air
.
.
Gollum
cast
up
and
down
along
the
brink
,
and
at
length
he
called
to
them
.
'
Here
!
We
can
get
down
here
.
Sméagol
went
this
way
once
:
I
went
this
way
,
hiding
from
Orcs
.
'
He
led
the
way
,
and
following
him
the
hobbits
climbed
down
into
the
gloom
.
It
was
not
difficult
,
for
the
rift
was
at
this
point
only
some
fifteen
feet
deep
and
about
a
dozen
across
.
There
was
running
water
at
the
bottom
:
it
was
in
fact
the
bed
of
one
of
the
many
small
rivers
that
trickled
down
from
the
hills
to
feed
the
stagnant
pools
and
mires
beyond
.
Gollum
turned
to
the
right
,
southward
more
or
less
,
and
splashed
along
with
his
feet
in
the
shallow
stony
stream
.
He
seemed
greatly
delighted
to
feel
the
water
,
and
chuckled
to
himself
,
sometimes
even
croaking
in
a
sort
of
song
.
The
cold
hard
lands
,
they
bites
our
hands
,
they
gnaws
our
feet
.
