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Gollum
coughed
and
retched
;
but
the
hobbits
breathed
deep
,
and
suddenly
Sam
laughed
,
for
heart
's
ease
not
for
jest
.
They
followed
a
stream
that
went
quickly
down
before
them
.
Presently
it
brought
them
to
a
small
clear
lake
in
a
shallow
dell
:
it
lay
in
the
broken
ruins
of
an
ancient
stone
basin
,
the
carven
rim
of
which
was
almost
wholly
covered
with
mosses
and
rose-brambles
;
iris-swords
stood
in
ranks
about
it
.
and
water-lily
leaves
floated
on
its
dark
gently-rippling
surface
;
but
it
was
deep
and
fresh
,
and
spilled
ever
softly
out
over
a
stony
lip
at
the
far
end
.
Here
they
washed
themselves
and
drank
their
fill
at
the
in-falling
freshet
.
Then
they
sought
for
a
resting-place
,
and
a
hiding-place
:
for
this
land
,
fair-seeming
still
,
was
nonetheless
now
territory
of
the
Enemy
.
They
had
not
come
very
far
from
the
road
,
and
yet
even
in
so
short
a
space
they
had
seen
scars
of
the
old
wars
,
and
the
newer
wounds
made
by
the
Orcs
and
other
foul
servants
of
the
Dark
Lord
:
a
pit
of
uncovered
filth
and
refuse
;
trees
hewn
down
wantonly
and
left
to
die
,
with
evil
runes
or
the
fell
sign
of
the
Eye
cut
in
rude
strokes
on
their
bark
.
Sam
scrambling
below
the
outfall
of
the
lake
.
smelling
and
touching
the
unfamiliar
plants
and
trees
,
forgetful
for
the
moment
of
Mordor
,
was
reminded
suddenly
of
their
ever-present
peril
.
He
stumbled
on
a
ring
still
scorched
by
fire
,
and
in
the
midst
of
it
he
found
a
pile
of
charred
and
broken
bones
and
skulls
.
The
swift
growth
of
the
wild
with
briar
and
eglantine
and
trailing
clematis
was
already
drawing
a
veil
over
this
place
of
dreadful
feast
and
slaughter
;
but
it
was
not
ancient
.
He
hurried
back
to
his
companions
,
but
he
said
nothing
:
the
bones
were
best
left
in
peace
and
not
pawed
and
routed
by
Gollum
.
'
Let
's
find
a
place
to
lie
up
in
,
'
he
said
.
'N
ot
lower
down
.
Higher
up
for
me
.
'
A
little
way
back
above
the
lake
they
found
a
deep
brown
bed
of
last
year
's
fern
.
Beyond
it
was
a
thicket
of
dark-leaved
bay-trees
climbing
up
a
steep
bank
that
was
crowned
with
old
cedars
.
Here
they
decided
to
rest
and
pass
the
day
,
which
already
promised
to
be
bright
and
warm
.
A
good
day
for
strolling
on
their
way
along
the
groves
and
glades
of
Ithilien
;
but
though
Orcs
may
shun
the
sunlight
.
there
were
too
many
places
here
where
they
could
lie
hid
and
watch
;
and
other
evil
eyes
were
abroad
:
Sauron
had
many
servants
.
Gollum
,
in
any
case
,
would
not
move
under
the
Yellow
.
Face
.
Soon
it
would
look
over
the
dark
ridges
of
the
Ephel
Dúath
,
and
he
would
faint
and
cower
in
the
light
and
heat
.
Sam
had
been
giving
earnest
thought
to
food
as
they
marched
.
Now
that
the
despair
of
the
impassable
Gate
was
behind
him
,
he
did
not
feel
so
inclined
as
his
master
to
take
no
thought
for
their
livelihood
beyond
the
end
of
their
errand
;
and
anyway
it
seemed
wiser
to
him
to
save
the
waybread
of
the
Elves
for
worse
times
ahead
.
Six
days
or
more
had
passed
since
he
reckoned
that
they
had
only
a
bare
supply
for
three
weeks
.
'
If
we
reach
the
Fire
in
that
time
,
we
'll
be
lucky
at
this
rate
!
'
he
thought
.
'
And
we
might
be
wanting
to
get
back
.
We
might
!
'
Besides
,
at
the
end
of
a
long
night-march
,
and
after
bathing
and
drinking
,
he
felt
even
more
hungry
than
usual
.
A
supper
,
or
a
breakfast
,
by
the
fire
in
the
old
kitchen
at
Bagshot
Row
was
what
he
really
wanted
.
An
idea
struck
him
and
he
turned
to
Gollum
.
Gollum
had
just
begun
to
sneak
off
on
his
own
,
and
he
was
crawling
away
on
all
fours
through
the
fern
.
