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But
for
a
while
they
could
still
feel
,
and
indeed
the
senses
of
their
feet
and
fingers
at
first
seemed
sharpened
almost
painfully
.
The
walls
felt
,
to
their
surprise
,
smooth
,
and
the
floor
,
save
for
a
step
now
and
again
,
was
straight
and
even
,
going
ever
up
at
the
same
stiff
slope
.
The
tunnel
was
high
and
wide
,
so
wide
that
,
though
the
hobbits
walked
abreast
,
only
touching
the
side-walls
with
their
outstretched
hands
,
they
were
separated
,
cut
off
alone
in
the
darkness
.
Gollum
had
gone
in
first
and
seemed
to
be
only
a
few
steps
ahead
.
While
they
were
still
able
to
give
heed
to
such
things
,
they
could
hear
his
breath
hissing
and
gasping
just
in
front
of
them
.
But
after
a
time
their
senses
became
duller
,
both
touch
and
hearing
seemed
to
grow
numb
,
and
they
kept
on
,
groping
,
walking
,
on
and
on
,
mainly
by
the
force
of
the
will
with
which
they
had
entered
,
will
to
go
through
and
desire
to
come
at
last
to
the
high
gate
beyond
.
Before
they
had
gone
very
far
,
perhaps
,
but
time
and
distance
soon
passed
out
of
his
reckoning
,
Sam
on
the
right
,
feeling
the
wall
,
was
aware
that
there
was
an
opening
at
the
side
:
for
a
moment
he
caught
a
faint
breath
of
some
air
less
heavy
,
and
then
they
passed
it
by
.
'
There
's
more
than
one
passage
here
,
'
he
whispered
with
an
effort
:
it
seemed
hard
to
make
his
breath
give
any
sound
.
'
It
's
as
orc-like
a
place
as
ever
there
could
be
!
'
After
that
,
first
he
on
the
right
,
and
then
Frodo
on
the
left
,
passed
three
or
four
such
openings
,
some
wider
,
some
smaller
;
but
there
was
as
yet
no
doubt
of
the
main
way
,
for
it
was
straight
,
and
did
not
turn
,
and
still
went
steadily
up
.
But
how
long
was
it
,
how
much
more
of
this
would
they
have
to
endure
,
or
could
they
endure
?
The
breathlessness
of
the
air
was
growing
as
they
climbed
;
and
now
they
seemed
often
in
the
blind
dark
to
sense
some
resistance
thicker
than
the
foul
air
.
As
they
thrust
forward
they
felt
things
brush
against
their
heads
,
or
against
their
hands
,
long
tentacles
,
or
hanging
growths
perhaps
:
they
could
not
tell
what
they
were
.
And
still
the
stench
grew
.
It
grew
,
until
almost
it
seemed
to
them
that
smell
was
the
only
clear
sense
left
to
them
.
and
that
was
for
their
torment
.
One
hour
,
two
hours
,
three
hours
:
how
many
had
they
passed
in
this
lightless
hole
?
Hours-days
,
weeks
rather
.
Sam
left
the
tunnel-side
and
shrank
towards
Frodo
,
and
their
hands
met
and
clasped
.
and
so
together
they
still
went
on
.
At
length
Frodo
,
groping
along
the
left-hand
wall
,
came
suddenly
to
a
void
.
Almost
he
fell
sideways
into
the
emptiness
.
Here
was
some
opening
in
the
rock
far
wider
than
any
they
had
yet
passed
;
and
out
of
it
came
a
reek
so
foul
,
and
a
sense
of
lurking
malice
so
intense
,
that
Frodo
reeled
.
And
at
that
moment
Sam
too
lurched
and
fell
forwards
.
Fighting
off
both
the
sickness
and
the
fear
,
Frodo
gripped
Sam
's
hand
.
'
Up
!
'
he
said
in
a
hoarse
breath
without
voice
.
'
It
all
comes
from
here
,
the
stench
and
the
peril
.
Now
for
it
!
Quick
!
'
Calling
up
his
remaining
strength
and
resolution
,
he
dragged
Sam
to
his
feet
,
and
forced
his
own
limbs
to
move
.
Sam
stumbled
beside
him
.
One
step
,
two
steps
,
three
steps-at
last
six
steps
.
Maybe
they
had
passed
the
dreadful
unseen
opening
,
but
whether
that
was
so
or
not
,
suddenly
it
was
easier
to
move
,
as
if
some
hostile
will
for
the
moment
had
released
them
.
They
struggled
on
,
still
hand
in
hand
.
But
almost
at
once
they
came
to
a
new
difficulty
.
The
tunnel
forked
,
or
so
it
seemed
,
and
in
the
dark
they
could
not
tell
which
was
the
wider
way
,
or
which
kept
nearer
to
the
straight
.
