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Which
should
they
take
,
the
left
,
or
the
right
?
They
knew
of
nothing
to
guide
them
,
yet
a
false
choice
would
almost
certainly
be
fatal
.
'
Which
way
has
Gollum
gone
?
'
panted
Sam
.
'
And
why
did
n't
he
wait
?
'
'
Sméagol
!
'
said
Frodo
,
trying
to
call
.
'S
méagol
!
'
But
his
voice
croaked
,
and
the
name
fell
dead
almost
as
it
left
his
lips
.
There
was
no
answer
,
not
an
echo
,
not
even
a
tremor
of
the
air
.
'
He
's
really
gone
this
time
,
I
fancy
,
'
muttered
Sam
.
'
I
guess
this
is
just
exactly
where
he
meant
to
bring
us
.
Gollum
!
If
ever
I
lay
hands
on
you
again
,
you
'll
be
sorry
for
it
.
'
Presently
,
groping
and
fumbling
in
the
dark
,
they
found
that
the
opening
on
the
left
was
blocked
:
either
it
was
a
blind
,
or
else
some
great
stone
had
fallen
in
the
passage
.
'
This
ca
n't
be
the
way
,
'
Frodo
whispered
.
'
Right
or
wrong
,
we
must
take
the
other
.
'
'
And
quick
!
'
Sam
panted
.
'
There
's
something
worse
than
Gollum
about
.
I
can
feel
something
looking
at
us
.
'
They
had
not
gone
more
than
a
few
yards
when
from
behind
them
came
a
sound
,
startling
and
horrible
in
the
heavy
padded
silence
:
a
gurgling
,
bubbling
noise
,
and
a
long
venomous
hiss
.
They
wheeled
round
,
but
nothing
could
be
seen
.
Still
as
stones
they
stood
,
staring
,
waiting
for
they
did
not
know
what
.
'
It
's
a
trap
!
'
said
Sam
,
and
he
laid
his
hand
upon
the
hilt
of
his
sword
;
and
as
he
did
so
,
he
thought
of
the
darkness
of
the
barrow
whence
it
came
.
'
I
wish
old
Tom
was
near
us
now
!
'
he
thought
.
Then
as
he
stood
,
darkness
about
him
and
a
blackness
of
despair
and
anger
in
his
heart
.
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
saw
a
light
:
a
light
in
his
mind
,
almost
unbearably
bright
at
first
,
as
a
sun-ray
to
the
eyes
of
one
long
hidden
in
a
windowless
pit
.
Then
the
light
became
colour
:
green
,
gold
,
silver
,
white
.
Far
off
,
as
in
a
little
picture
drawn
by
elven-fingers
he
saw
the
Lady
Galadriel
standing
on
the
grass
in
Lórien
,
and
gifts
were
in
her
hands
.
And
you
,
Ring-bearer
,
he
heard
her
say
,
remote
but
clear
,
for
you
I
have
prepared
this
.
The
bubbling
hiss
drew
nearer
,
and
there
was
a
creaking
as
of
some
great
jointed
thing
that
moved
with
slow
purpose
in
the
dark
.
A
reek
came
on
before
it
.
'M
aster
,
master
!
'
cried
Sam
,
and
the
life
and
urgency
came
back
into
his
voice
.
'
The
Lady
's
gift
!
The
star-glass
!
A
light
to
you
in
dark
places
,
she
said
it
was
to
be
.
The
star-glass
!
'
