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Gollum
looked
up
.
A
dark
water
was
before
him
,
and
he
was
crawling
on
the
ground
,
this
way
and
that
,
doubtful
of
the
way
.
'
Yes
,
they
are
all
round
us
,
'
he
whispered
.
'
The
tricksy
lights
.
Candles
of
corpses
,
yes
,
yes
.
Do
n't
you
heed
them
!
Do
n't
look
!
Do
n't
follow
them
!
Where
's
the
master
?
'
Sam
looked
back
and
found
that
Frodo
had
lagged
again
.
He
could
not
see
him
.
He
went
some
paces
back
into
the
darkness
,
not
daring
to
move
far
,
or
to
call
in
more
than
a
hoarse
whisper
.
Suddenly
he
stumbled
against
Frodo
,
who
was
standing
lost
in
thought
,
looking
at
the
pale
lights
.
His
hands
hung
stiff
at
his
sides
;
water
and
slime
were
dripping
from
them
.
'
Come
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
'
said
Sam
.
'D
o
n't
look
at
them
!
Gollum
says
we
must
n't
.
Let
's
keep
up
with
him
and
get
out
of
this
cursed
place
as
quick
as
we
can
-
if
we
can
!
'
'
All
right
,
'
said
Frodo
,
as
if
returning
out
of
a
dream
.
'
I
'm
coming
.
Go
on
!
'
Hurrying
forward
again
,
Sam
tripped
,
catching
his
foot
in
some
old
root
or
tussock
.
He
fell
and
came
heavily
on
his
hands
,
which
sank
deep
into
sticky
ooze
,
so
that
his
face
was
brought
close
to
the
surface
of
the
dark
mere
.
There
was
a
faint
hiss
,
a
noisome
smell
went
up
,
the
lights
flickered
and
danced
and
swirled
.
For
a
moment
the
water
below
him
looked
like
some
window
,
glazed
with
grimy
glass
,
through
which
he
was
peering
.
Wrenching
his
hands
out
of
the
bog
,
he
sprang
back
with
a
cry
.
'
There
are
dead
things
,
dead
faces
in
the
water
,
'
he
said
with
horror
.
'D
ead
faces
!
'
Gollum
laughed
.
'
The
Dead
Marshes
,
yes
,
yes
:
that
is
their
names
,
'
he
cackled
.
'
You
should
not
look
in
when
the
candles
are
lit
.
'
'
Who
are
they
?
What
are
they
?
'
asked
Sam
shuddering
,
turning
to
Frodo
,
who
was
now
behind
him
.
'
I
do
n't
know
,
'
said
Frodo
in
a
dreamlike
voice
.
'
But
I
have
seen
them
too
.
In
the
pools
when
the
candles
were
lit
.
They
lie
in
all
the
pools
,
pale
faces
,
deep
deep
under
the
dark
water
.
I
saw
them
:
grim
faces
and
evil
,
and
noble
faces
and
sad
.
Many
faces
proud
and
fair
,
and
weeds
in
their
silver
hair
.
But
all
foul
,
all
rotting
,
all
dead
.
A
fell
light
is
in
them
.
'
Frodo
hid
his
eyes
in
his
hands
.
'
I
know
not
who
they
are
;
but
I
thought
I
saw
there
Men
and
Elves
,
and
Orcs
beside
them
.
'
'
Yes
,
yes
,
'
said
Gollum
.
'
All
dead
,
all
rotten
.
Elves
and
Men
and
Orcs
.
The
Dead
Marshes
.
There
was
a
great
battle
long
ago
,
yes
,
so
they
told
him
when
Sméagol
was
young
,
when
I
was
young
before
the
Precious
came
.
It
was
a
great
battle
.
Tall
Men
with
long
swords
,
and
terrible
Elves
,
and
Orcses
shrieking
.
They
fought
on
the
plain
for
days
and
months
at
the
Black
Gates
.
But
the
Marshes
have
grown
since
then
,
swallowed
up
the
graves
;
always
creeping
,
creeping
.
'
