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Sometimes
he
would
hold
up
his
hand
and
halt
them
,
while
he
went
forward
a
little
,
crouching
,
testing
the
ground
with
fingers
or
toes
.
or
merely
listening
with
one
ear
pressed
to
the
earth
.
It
was
dreary
and
wearisome
.
Cold
clammy
winter
still
held
sway
in
this
forsaken
country
.
The
only
green
was
the
scum
of
livid
weed
on
the
dark
greasy
surfaces
of
the
sullen
waters
.
Dead
grasses
and
rotting
reeds
loomed
up
in
the
mists
like
ragged
shadows
of
long-forgotten
summers
.
As
the
day
wore
on
the
light
increased
a
little
,
and
the
mists
lifted
,
growing
thinner
and
more
transparent
.
Far
above
the
rot
and
vapours
of
the
world
the
Sun
was
riding
high
and
golden
now
in
a
serene
country
with
floors
of
dazzling
foam
,
but
only
a
passing
ghost
of
her
could
they
see
below
,
bleared
,
pale
,
giving
no
colour
and
no
warmth
.
But
even
at
this
faint
reminder
of
her
presence
Gollum
scowled
and
flinched
.
He
halted
their
journey
,
and
they
rested
,
squatting
like
little
hunted
animals
,
in
the
borders
of
a
great
brown
reed-thicket
.
There
was
a
deep
silence
,
only
scraped
on
its
surfaces
by
the
faint
quiver
of
empty
seed-plumes
,
and
broken
grass-blades
trembling
in
small
air-movements
that
they
could
not
feel
.
'N
ot
a
bird
!
'
said
Sam
mournfully
.
'
No
,
no
birds
,
'
said
Gollum
.
'
Nice
birds
!
'
He
licked
his
teeth
.
'N
o
birds
here
.
There
are
snakeses
,
wormses
,
things
in
the
pools
.
Lots
of
things
,
lots
of
nasty
things
.
No
birds
,
'
he
ended
sadly
.
Sam
looked
at
him
with
distaste
.
So
passed
the
third
day
of
their
journey
with
Gollum
.
Before
the
shadows
of
evening
were
long
in
happier
lands
,
they
went
on
again
,
always
on
and
on
with
only
brief
halts
.
These
they
made
not
so
much
for
rest
as
to
help
Gollum
;
for
now
even
he
had
to
go
forward
with
great
care
,
and
he
was
sometimes
at
a
loss
for
a
while
.
They
had
come
to
the
very
midst
of
the
Dead
Marshes
,
and
it
was
dark
.
They
walked
slowly
,
stooping
,
keeping
close
in
line
,
following
attentively
every
move
that
Gollum
made
.
The
fens
grew
more
wet
,
opening
into
wide
stagnant
meres
,
among
which
it
grew
more
and
more
difficult
to
find
the
firmer
places
where
feet
could
tread
without
sinking
into
gurgling
mud
.
The
travellers
were
light
,
or
maybe
none
of
them
would
ever
have
found
a
way
through
.
Presently
it
grew
altogether
dark
:
the
air
itself
seemed
black
and
heavy
to
breathe
.
When
lights
appeared
Sam
rubbed
his
eyes
:
he
thought
his
head
was
going
queer
.
He
first
saw
one
with
the
corner
of
his
left
eye
,
a
wisp
of
pale
sheen
that
faded
away
;
but
others
appeared
soon
after
:
some
like
dimly
shining
smoke
,
some
like
misty
flames
flickering
slowly
above
unseen
candles
;
here
and
there
they
twisted
like
ghostly
sheets
unfurled
by
hidden
hands
.
But
neither
of
his
companions
spoke
a
word
.
At
last
Sam
could
bear
it
no
longer
.
'
What
's
all
this
,
Gollum
?
'
he
said
in
a
whisper
.
'
These
lights
?
They
're
all
round
us
now
.
Are
we
trapped
?
Who
are
they
?
'
