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'
Come
!
'
he
said
.
'
You
have
guided
us
well
and
faithfully
.
This
is
the
last
stage
.
Bring
us
to
the
Gate
,
and
then
I
will
not
ask
you
to
go
further
.
Bring
us
to
the
Gate
,
and
you
may
go
where
you
wish
-
only
not
to
our
enemies
.
'
'
To
the
Gate
,
eh
?
'
Gollum
squeaked
,
seeming
surprised
and
frightened
.
'
To
the
Gate
,
master
says
!
Yes
,
he
says
so
.
And
good
Sméagol
does
what
he
asks
,
O
yes
.
But
when
we
gets
closer
,
we
'll
see
perhaps
we
'll
see
then
.
It
wo
n't
look
nice
at
all
.
O
no
!
O
no
!
'
'
Go
on
with
you
!
'
said
Sam
.
'
Let
's
get
it
over
!
'
In
the
falling
dusk
they
scrambled
out
of
the
pit
and
slowly
threaded
their
way
through
the
dead
land
.
They
had
not
gone
far
before
they
felt
once
more
the
fear
that
had
fallen
on
them
when
the
winged
shape
swept
over
the
marshes
.
They
halted
,
cowering
on
the
evil-smelling
ground
;
but
they
saw
nothing
in
the
gloomy
evening
sky
above
,
and
soon
the
menace
passed
,
high
overhead
,
going
maybe
on
some
swift
errand
from
Barad-dûr
.
After
a
while
Gollum
got
up
and
crept
forward
again
,
muttering
and
shaking
About
an
hour
after
midnight
the
fear
fell
on
them
a
third
time
,
but
it
now
seemed
more
remote
,
as
if
it
were
passing
far
above
the
clouds
,
rushing
with
terrible
speed
into
the
West
.
Gollum
,
however
,
was
helpless
with
terror
,
and
was
convinced
that
they
were
being
hunted
,
that
their
approach
was
known
.
'
Three
times
!
'
he
whimpered
.
'
Three
times
is
a
threat
.
They
feel
us
here
,
they
feel
the
Precious
.
The
Precious
is
their
master
.
We
can
not
go
any
further
this
way
,
no
.
It
's
no
use
,
no
use
!
'
Pleading
and
kind
words
were
no
longer
of
any
avail
.
It
was
not
until
Frodo
commanded
him
angrily
and
laid
a
hand
on
his
sword-hilt
that
Gollum
would
get
up
again
.
Then
at
last
he
rose
with
a
snarl
,
and
went
before
them
like
a
beaten
dog
.
So
they
stumbled
on
through
the
weary
end
of
the
night
,
and
until
the
coming
of
another
day
of
fear
they
walked
in
silence
with
bowed
heads
,
seeing
nothing
,
and
hearing
nothing
but
the
wind
hissing
in
their
ears
.
Before
the
next
day
dawned
their
journey
to
Mordor
was
over
.
The
marshes
and
the
desert
were
behind
them
.
Before
them
,
darkling
against
a
pallid
sky
,
the
great
mountains
reared
their
threatening
heads
.
Upon
the
west
of
Mordor
marched
the
gloomy
range
of
Ephel
Dúath
,
the
Mountains
of
Shadow
,
and
upon
the
north
the
broken
peaks
and
barren
ridges
of
Ered
Lithui
,
grey
as
ash
.
But
as
these
ranges
approached
one
another
,
being
indeed
but
parts
of
one
great
wall
about
the
mournful
plains
of
Lithlad
and
of
Gorgoroth
,
and
the
bitter
inland
sea
of
Núrnen
amidmost
,
they
swung
out
long
arms
northward
;
and
between
these
arms
there
was
a
deep
defile
.
This
was
Cirith
Gorgor
,
the
Haunted
Pass
,
the
entrance
to
the
land
of
the
Enemy
.
High
cliffs
lowered
upon
either
side
,
and
thrust
forward
from
its
mouth
were
two
sheer
hills
,
black-boned
and
bare
.
Upon
them
stood
the
Teeth
of
Mordor
,
two
towers
strong
and
tall
.
In
days
long
past
they
were
built
by
the
Men
of
Gondor
in
their
pride
and
power
,
after
the
overthrow
of
Sauron
and
his
flight
,
lest
he
should
seek
to
return
to
his
old
realm
.
But
the
strength
of
Gondor
failed
,
and
men
slept
,
and
for
long
years
the
towers
stood
empty
.
Then
Sauron
returned
.
Now
the
watch-towers
,
which
had
fallen
into
decay
,
were
repaired
,
and
filled
with
arms
,
and
garrisoned
with
ceaseless
vigilance
.
Stony-faced
they
were
,
with
dark
window-holes
staring
north
and
east
and
west
,
and
each
window
was
full
of
sleepless
eyes
.
