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'
Yes
,
yes
,
and
Sam
stinks
!
'
answered
Gollum
.
'
Poor
Sméagol
smells
it
,
but
good
Sméagol
bears
it
.
Helps
nice
master
.
But
that
's
no
matter
.
The
air
's
moving
,
change
is
coming
.
Sméagol
wonders
;
he
's
not
happy
.
'
He
went
on
again
,
but
his
uneasiness
grew
,
and
every
now
and
again
he
stood
up
to
his
full
height
,
craning
his
neck
eastward
and
southward
.
For
some
time
the
hobbits
could
not
hear
or
feel
what
was
troubling
him
.
Then
suddenly
all
three
halted
,
stiffening
and
listening
.
To
Frodo
and
Sam
it
seemed
that
they
heard
,
far
away
,
a
long
wailing
cry
,
high
and
thin
and
cruel
.
They
shivered
.
At
the
same
moment
the
stirring
of
the
air
became
perceptible
to
them
;
and
it
grew
very
cold
.
As
they
stood
straining
their
ears
,
they
heard
a
noise
like
a
wind
coming
in
the
distance
.
The
misty
lights
wavered
,
dimmed
,
and
went
out
.
Gollum
would
not
move
.
He
stood
shaking
and
gibbering
to
himself
,
until
with
a
rush
the
wind
came
upon
them
,
hissing
and
snarling
over
the
marshes
.
The
night
became
less
dark
,
light
enough
for
them
to
see
,
or
half
see
,
shapeless
drifts
of
fog
,
curling
and
twisting
as
it
rolled
over
them
and
passed
them
.
Looking
up
they
saw
the
clouds
breaking
and
shredding
;
and
then
high
in
the
south
the
moon
glimmered
out
,
riding
in
the
flying
wrack
.
For
a
moment
the
sight
of
it
gladdened
the
hearts
of
the
hobbits
;
but
Gollum
cowered
down
,
muttering
curses
on
the
White
Face
.
Then
Frodo
and
Sam
staring
at
the
sky
,
breathing
deeply
of
the
fresher
air
,
saw
it
come
:
a
small
cloud
flying
from
the
accursed
hills
;
a
black
shadow
loosed
from
Mordor
;
a
vast
shape
winged
and
ominous
.
It
scudded
across
the
moon
,
and
with
a
deadly
cry
went
away
westward
,
outrunning
the
wind
in
its
fell
speed
.
They
fell
forward
,
grovelling
heedlessly
on
the
cold
earth
.
But
the
shadow
of
horror
wheeled
and
returned
,
passing
lower
now
,
right
above
them
,
sweeping
the
fen-reek
with
its
ghastly
wings
.
And
then
it
was
gone
,
flying
back
to
Mordor
with
the
speed
of
the
wrath
of
Sauron
;
and
behind
it
the
wind
roared
away
,
leaving
the
Dead
Marshes
bare
and
bleak
.
The
naked
waste
,
as
far
as
the
eye
could
pierce
,
even
to
the
distant
menace
of
the
mountains
,
was
dappled
with
the
fitful
moonlight
.
Frodo
and
Sam
got
up
,
rubbing
their
eyes
,
like
children
wakened
from
an
evil
dream
to
find
the
familiar
night
still
over
the
world
.
But
Gollum
lay
on
the
ground
as
if
he
had
been
stunned
.
They
roused
him
with
difficulty
,
and
for
some
time
he
would
not
lift
his
face
,
but
knelt
forward
on
his
elbows
,
covering
the
back
of
his
head
with
his
large
flat
hands
.
'
Wraiths
!
'
he
wailed
.
'
Wraiths
on
wings
!
The
Precious
is
their
master
.
They
see
everything
,
everything
.
Nothing
can
hide
from
them
.
Curse
the
White
Face
!
And
they
tell
Him
everything
.
He
sees
,
He
knows
.
Ach
,
gollum
,
gollum
,
gollum
!
'
It
was
not
until
the
moon
had
sunk
,
westering
far
beyond
Tol
Brandir
,
that
he
would
get
up
or
make
a
move
.
From
that
time
on
Sam
thought
that
he
sensed
a
change
in
Gollum
again
.
He
was
more
fawning
and
would-be
friendly
;
but
Sam
surprised
some
strange
looks
in
his
eyes
at
times
,
especially
towards
Frodo
;
and
he
went
back
more
and
more
into
his
old
manner
of
speaking
.
And
Sam
had
another
growing
anxiety
.
Frodo
seemed
to
be
weary
,
weary
to
the
point
of
exhaustion
.
He
said
nothing
.
indeed
he
hardly
spoke
at
all
;
and
he
did
not
complain
,
but
he
walked
like
one
who
carries
a
load
,
the
weight
of
which
is
ever
increasing
;
and
he
dragged
along
,
slower
and
slower
,
so
that
Sam
had
often
to
beg
Gollum
to
wait
and
not
to
leave
their
master
behind
.
In
fact
with
every
step
towards
the
gates
of
Mordor
Frodo
felt
the
Ring
on
its
chain
about
his
neck
grow
more
burdensome
.
He
was
now
beginning
to
feel
it
as
an
actual
weight
dragging
him
earthwards
.
But
far
more
he
was
troubled
by
the
Eye
:
so
he
called
it
to
himself
.
It
was
that
more
than
the
drag
of
the
Ring
that
made
him
cower
and
stoop
as
he
walked
.
The
Eye
:
that
horrible
growing
sense
of
a
hostile
will
that
strove
with
great
power
to
pierce
all
shadows
of
cloud
,
and
earth
,
and
flesh
,
and
to
see
you
:
to
pin
you
under
its
deadly
gaze
,
naked
,
immovable
.
So
thin
,
so
frail
and
thin
,
the
veils
were
become
that
still
warded
it
off
.
Frodo
knew
just
where
the
present
habitation
and
heart
of
that
will
now
was
:
as
certainly
as
a
man
can
tell
the
direction
of
the
sun
with
his
eyes
shut
.
