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'
It
sounds
like
a
hundred
blacksmiths
all
smithying
together
,
'
said
Sam
to
Frodo
.
'
They
're
as
near
as
I
want
them
now
.
'
But
the
noise
grew
closer
.
'
They
are
coming
!
'
cried
Damrod
.
'
See
!
Some
of
the
Southrons
have
broken
from
the
trap
and
are
flying
from
the
road
.
There
they
go
!
Our
men
after
them
,
and
the
Captain
leading
.
'
Sam
,
eager
to
see
more
,
went
now
and
joined
the
guards
.
He
scrambled
a
little
way
up
into
one
of
the
larger
of
the
bay-trees
.
For
a
moment
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
swarthy
men
in
red
running
down
the
slope
some
way
off
with
green-clad
warriors
leaping
after
them
,
hewing
them
down
as
they
fled
.
Arrows
were
thick
in
the
air
.
Then
suddenly
straight
over
the
rim
of
their
sheltering
bank
,
a
man
fell
,
crashing
through
the
slender
trees
,
nearly
on
top
of
them
.
He
came
to
rest
in
the
fern
a
few
feet
away
,
face
downward
,
green
arrow-feathers
sticking
from
his
neck
below
a
golden
collar
.
His
scarlet
robes
were
tattered
,
his
corslet
of
overlapping
brazen
plates
was
rent
and
hewn
,
his
black
plaits
of
hair
braided
with
gold
were
drenched
with
blood
.
His
brown
hand
still
clutched
the
hilt
of
a
broken
sword
.
It
was
Sam
's
first
view
of
a
battle
of
Men
against
Men
,
and
he
did
not
like
it
much
.
He
was
glad
that
he
could
not
see
the
dead
face
.
He
wondered
what
the
man
's
name
was
and
where
he
came
from
;
and
if
he
was
really
evil
of
heart
,
or
what
lies
or
threats
had
led
him
on
the
long
march
from
his
home
;
and
if
he
would
not
really
rather
have
stayed
there
in
peace-all
in
a
flash
of
thought
which
was
quickly
driven
from
his
mind
.
For
just
as
Mablung
stepped
towards
the
fallen
body
,
there
was
a
new
noise
.
Great
crying
and
shouting
.
Amidst
it
Sam
heard
a
shrill
bellowing
or
trumpeting
.
And
then
a
great
thudding
and
bumping
.
like
huge
rams
dinning
on
the
ground
.
'
Ware
!
Ware
!
'
cried
Damrod
to
his
companion
.
'M
ay
the
Valar
turn
him
aside
!
Mûmak
!
Mûmak
!
'
To
his
astonishment
and
terror
,
and
lasting
delight
,
Sam
saw
a
vast
shape
crash
out
of
the
trees
and
come
careering
down
the
slope
.
Big
as
a
house
,
much
bigger
than
a
house
,
it
looked
to
him
,
a
grey-clad
moving
hill
.
Fear
and
wonder
,
maybe
,
enlarged
him
in
the
hobbit
's
eyes
,
but
the
Mûmak
of
Harad
was
indeed
a
beast
of
vast
bulk
,
and
the
like
of
him
does
not
walk
now
in
Middle-earth
;
his
kin
that
live
still
in
latter
days
are
but
memories
of
his
girth
and
majesty
.
On
he
came
,
straight
towards
the
watchers
,
and
then
swerved
aside
in
the
nick
of
time
,
passing
only
a
few
yards
away
,
rocking
the
ground
beneath
their
feet
:
his
great
legs
like
trees
,
enormous
sail-like
ears
spread
out
,
long
snout
upraised
like
a
huge
serpent
about
to
strike
.
his
small
red
eyes
raging
.
His
upturned
hornlike
tusks
were
bound
with
bands
of
gold
and
dripped
with
blood
.
His
trappings
of
scarlet
and
gold
flapped
about
him
in
wild
tatters
.
The
ruins
of
what
seemed
a
very
war-tower
lay
upon
his
heaving
back
,
smashed
in
his
furious
passage
through
the
woods
;
and
high
upon
his
neck
still
desperately
clung
a
tiny
figure-the
body
of
a
mighty
warrior
,
a
giant
among
the
Swertings
.
On
the
great
beast
thundered
,
blundering
in
blind
wrath
through
pool
and
thicket
.
Arrows
skipped
and
snapped
harmlessly
about
the
triple
hide
of
his
flanks
.
Men
of
both
sides
fled
before
him
,
but
many
he
overtook
and
crushed
to
the
ground
.
Soon
he
was
lost
to
view
,
still
trumpeting
and
stamping
far
away
.
What
became
of
him
Sam
never
heard
:
whether
he
escaped
to
roam
the
wild
for
a
time
,
until
he
perished
far
from
his
home
or
was
trapped
in
some
deep
pit
;
or
whether
he
raged
on
until
he
plunged
in
the
Great
River
and
was
swallowed
up
.
Sam
drew
a
deep
breath
.
'
An
Oliphaunt
it
was
!
'
he
said
.
'
So
there
are
Oliphaunts
,
and
I
have
seen
one
