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So
they
came
slowly
to
the
white
bridge
.
Here
the
road
,
gleaming
faintly
,
passed
over
the
stream
in
the
midst
of
the
valley
,
and
went
on
,
winding
deviously
up
towards
the
city
's
gate
:
a
black
mouth
opening
in
the
outer
circle
of
the
northward
walls
.
Wide
flats
lay
on
either
bank
,
shadowy
meads
filled
with
pale
white
flowers
.
Luminous
these
were
too
,
beautiful
and
yet
horrible
of
shape
,
like
the
demented
forms
in
an
uneasy
dream
;
and
they
gave
forth
a
faint
sickening
charnel-smell
;
an
odour
of
rottenness
filled
the
air
.
From
mead
to
mead
the
bridge
sprang
.
Figures
stood
there
at
its
head
,
carven
with
cunning
in
forms
human
and
bestial
,
but
all
corrupt
and
loathsome
.
The
water
flowing
beneath
was
silent
,
and
it
steamed
,
but
the
vapour
that
rose
from
it
,
curling
and
twisting
about
the
bridge
,
was
deadly
cold
.
Frodo
felt
his
senses
reeling
and
his
mind
darkening
.
Then
suddenly
,
as
if
some
force
were
at
work
other
than
his
own
will
,
he
began
to
hurry
,
tottering
forward
,
his
groping
hands
held
out
,
his
head
lolling
from
side
to
side
.
Both
Sam
and
Gollum
ran
after
him
.
Sam
caught
his
master
in
his
arms
,
as
he
stumbled
and
almost
fell
,
right
on
the
threshold
of
the
bridge
.
'
Not
that
way
!
No
,
not
that
way
!
'
whispered
Gollum
,
but
the
breath
between
his
teeth
seemed
to
tear
the
heavy
stillness
like
a
whistle
,
and
he
cowered
to
the
ground
in
terror
.
'
Hold
up
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
'
muttered
Sam
in
Frodo
's
ear
.
'
Come
back
!
Not
that
way
.
Gollum
says
not
,
and
for
once
I
agree
with
him
.
'
Frodo
passed
his
hand
over
his
brow
and
wrenched
his
eyes
away
from
the
city
on
the
hill
.
The
luminous
tower
fascinated
him
,
and
he
fought
the
desire
that
was
on
him
to
run
up
the
gleaming
road
towards
its
gate
.
At
last
with
an
effort
he
turned
back
,
and
as
he
did
so
,
he
felt
the
Ring
resisting
him
,
dragging
at
the
chain
about
his
neck
;
and
his
eyes
too
,
as
he
looked
away
,
seemed
for
the
moment
to
have
been
blinded
.
The
darkness
before
him
was
impenetrable
.
Gollum
,
crawling
on
the
ground
like
a
frightened
animal
,
was
already
vanishing
into
the
gloom
.
Sam
,
supporting
and
guiding
his
stumbling
master
,
followed
after
him
as
quickly
as
he
could
.
Not
far
from
the
near
bank
of
the
stream
there
was
a
gap
in
the
stone-wall
beside
the
road
.
Through
this
they
passed
,
and
Sam
saw
that
they
were
on
a
narrow
path
that
gleamed
faintly
at
first
,
as
the
main
road
did
,
until
climbing
above
the
meads
of
deadly
flowers
it
faded
and
went
dark
,
winding
its
crooked
way
up
into
the
northern
sides
of
the
valley
.
Along
this
path
the
hobbits
trudged
,
side
by
side
,
unable
to
see
Gollum
in
front
of
them
,
except
when
he
turned
back
to
beckon
them
on
.
Then
his
eyes
shone
with
a
green-white
light
,
reflecting
the
noisome
Morgul-sheen
perhaps
,
or
kindled
by
some
answering
mood
within
.
Of
that
deadly
gleam
and
of
the
dark
eyeholes
Frodo
and
Sam
were
always
conscious
,
ever
glancing
fearfully
over
their
shoulders
,
and
ever
dragging
their
eyes
back
to
find
the
darkening
path
.
Slowly
they
laboured
on
.
As
they
rose
above
the
stench
and
vapours
of
the
poisonous
stream
their
breath
became
easier
and
their
heads
clearer
;
but
now
their
limbs
were
deadly
tired
,
as
if
they
had
walked
all
night
under
a
burden
,
or
had
been
swimming
long
against
a
heavy
tide
of
water
.
At
last
they
could
go
no
further
without
a
halt
.
Frodo
stopped
and
sat
down
on
a
stone
.
They
had
now
climbed
up
to
the
top
of
a
great
hump
of
bare
rock
.
Ahead
of
them
there
was
a
bay
in
the
valley-side
,
and
round
the
head
of
this
the
path
went
on
,
no
more
than
a
wide
ledge
with
a
chasm
on
the
right
;
across
the
sheer
southward
face
of
the
mountain
it
crawled
upwards
,
until
it
disappeared
into
the
blackness
above
.
'
I
must
rest
a
while
,
Sam
,
'
whispered
Frodo
.
