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'
Do
n't
worry
!
'
said
Frodo
.
'
There
's
no
help
for
it
.
But
he
'll
come
back
,
you
'll
see
.
The
promise
will
hold
yet
a
while
.
And
he
wo
n't
leave
his
Precious
,
anyway
.
'
Frodo
made
light
of
it
when
he
learned
that
they
had
slept
soundly
for
hours
with
Gollum
,
and
a
very
hungry
Gollum
too
,
loose
beside
them
.
'
Do
n't
think
of
any
of
your
Gaffer
's
hard
names
,
'
he
said
.
'
You
were
worn
out
,
and
it
has
turned
out
well
:
we
are
now
both
rested
.
And
we
have
a
hard
road
ahead
,
the
worst
road
of
all
.
'
'
About
the
food
,
'
said
Sam
.
'
How
long
's
it
going
to
take
us
to
do
this
job
?
And
when
it
's
done
,
what
are
we
going
to
do
then
?
This
waybread
keeps
you
on
your
legs
in
a
wonderful
way
,
though
it
does
n't
satisfy
the
innards
proper
,
as
you
might
say
:
not
to
my
feeling
anyhow
,
meaning
no
disrespect
to
them
as
made
it
.
But
you
have
to
eat
some
of
it
every
day
,
and
it
does
n't
grow
.
I
reckon
we
've
got
enough
to
last
,
say
,
three
weeks
or
so
,
and
that
with
a
tight
belt
and
a
light
tooth
,
mind
you
.
We
've
been
a
bit
free
with
it
so
far
.
'
'
I
do
n't
know
how
long
we
shall
take
to
-
to
finish
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
We
were
miserably
delayed
in
the
hills
.
But
Samwise
Gamgee
,
my
dear
hobbit
-
indeed
,
Sam
my
dearest
hobbit
,
friend
of
friends
-
I
do
not
think
we
need
give
thought
to
what
comes
after
that
.
To
do
the
job
as
you
put
it
-
what
hope
is
there
that
we
ever
shall
?
And
if
we
do
,
who
knows
what
will
come
of
that
?
If
the
One
goes
into
the
Fire
,
and
we
are
at
hand
?
I
ask
you
,
Sam
,
are
we
ever
likely
to
need
bread
again
?
I
think
not
.
If
we
can
nurse
our
limbs
to
bring
us
to
Mount
Doom
,
that
is
all
we
can
do
.
More
than
I
can
,
I
begin
to
feel
.
'
Sam
nodded
silently
.
He
took
his
master
's
hand
and
bent
over
it
.
He
did
not
kiss
it
,
though
his
tears
fell
on
it
.
Then
he
turned
away
,
drew
his
sleeve
over
his
nose
,
and
got
up
,
and
stamped
about
,
trying
to
whistle
,
and
saying
between
the
efforts
:
'
Where
's
that
dratted
creature
?
'
It
was
actually
not
long
before
Gollum
returned
;
but
he
came
so
quietly
that
they
did
not
hear
him
till
he
stood
before
them
.
His
fingers
and
face
were
soiled
with
black
mud
.
He
was
still
chewing
and
slavering
.
What
he
was
chewing
,
they
did
not
ask
or
like
to
think
.
'
Worms
or
beetles
or
something
slimy
out
of
holes
,
'
thought
Sam
.
'
Brr
!
The
nasty
creature
;
the
poor
wretch
!
'
Gollum
said
nothing
to
them
,
until
he
had
drunk
deeply
and
washed
himself
in
the
stream
.
Then
he
came
up
to
them
,
licking
his
lips
.
'
Better
now
,
'
he
said
.
'
Are
we
rested
?
Ready
to
go
on
?
Nice
hobbits
,
they
sleep
beautifully
.
Trust
Sméagol
now
?
Very
,
very
good
.
'
