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'
That
would
not
help
us
now
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
Come
!
Let
us
see
what
Sting
can
do
.
It
is
an
elven-blade
.
There
were
webs
of
horror
in
the
dark
ravines
of
Beleriand
where
it
was
forged
.
But
you
must
be
the
guard
and
hold
back
the
eyes
.
Here
,
take
the
star-glass
.
Do
not
be
afraid
.
Hold
it
up
and
watch
!
'
Then
Frodo
stepped
up
to
the
great
grey
net
,
and
hewed
it
with
a
wide
sweeping
stroke
,
drawing
the
bitter
edge
swiftly
across
a
ladder
of
close-strung
cords
,
and
at
once
springing
away
.
The
blue-gleaming
blade
shore
through
them
like
a
scythe
through
grass
,
and
they
leaped
and
writhed
and
then
hung
loose
.
A
great
rent
was
made
.
Stroke
after
stroke
he
dealt
,
until
at
last
all
the
web
within
his
reach
was
shattered
,
and
the
upper
portion
blew
and
swayed
like
a
loose
veil
in
the
incoming
wind
.
The
trap
was
broken
.
'
Come
!
'
cried
Frodo
.
'
On
!
On
!
'
Wild
joy
at
their
escape
from
the
very
mouth
of
despair
suddenly
filled
all
his
mind
.
His
head
whirled
as
with
a
draught
of
potent
wine
.
He
sprang
out
,
shouting
as
he
came
.
It
seemed
light
in
that
dark
land
to
his
eyes
that
had
passed
through
the
den
of
night
.
The
great
smokes
had
risen
and
grown
thinner
,
and
the
last
hours
of
a
sombre
day
were
passing
;
the
red
glare
of
Mordor
had
died
away
in
sullen
gloom
.
Yet
it
seemed
to
Frodo
that
he
looked
upon
a
morning
of
sudden
hope
.
Almost
he
had
reached
the
summit
of
the
wall
.
Only
a
little
higher
now
.
The
Cleft
,
Cirith
Ungol
,
was
before
him
,
a
dim
notch
in
the
black
ridge
,
and
the
horns
of
rock
darkling
in
the
sky
on
either
side
.
A
short
race
,
a
sprinter
's
course
and
he
would
be
through
!
'
The
pass
,
Sam
!
'
he
cried
,
not
heeding
the
shrillness
of
his
voice
,
that
released
from
the
choking
airs
of
the
tunnel
rang
out
now
high
and
wild
.
'
The
pass
!
Run
,
run
,
and
we
'll
be
through-through
before
any
one
can
stop
us
!
'
Sam
came
up
behind
as
fast
as
he
could
urge
his
legs
;
but
glad
as
he
was
to
be
free
,
he
was
uneasy
,
and
as
he
ran
,
he
kept
on
glancing
back
at
the
dark
arch
of
the
tunnel
,
fearing
to
see
eyes
,
or
some
shape
beyond
his
imagining
,
spring
out
in
pursuit
.
Too
little
did
he
or
his
master
know
of
the
craft
of
Shelob
.
She
had
many
exits
from
her
lair
.
There
agelong
she
had
dwelt
,
an
evil
thing
in
spider-form
,
even
such
as
once
of
old
had
lived
in
the
Land
of
the
Elves
in
the
West
that
is
now
under
the
Sea
,
such
as
Beren
fought
in
the
Mountains
of
Terror
in
Doriath
,
and
so
came
to
Lúthien
upon
the
green
sward
amid
the
hemlocks
in
the
moonlight
long
ago
.
How
Shelob
came
there
,
flying
from
ruin
,
no
tale
tells
,
for
out
of
the
Dark
Years
few
tales
have
come
.
But
still
she
was
there
,
who
was
there
before
Sauron
,
and
before
the
first
stone
of
Barad-dûr
;
and
she
served
none
but
herself
,
drinking
the
blood
of
Elves
and
Men
,
bloated
and
grown
fat
with
endless
brooding
on
her
feasts
,
weaving
webs
of
shadow
;
for
all
living
things
were
her
food
,
and
her
vomit
darkness
.
Far
and
wide
her
lesser
broods
,
bastards
of
the
miserable
mates
,
her
own
offspring
,
that
she
slew
,
spread
from
glen
to
glen
,
from
the
Ephel
Dúath
to
the
eastern
hills
,
to
Dol
Guldur
and
the
fastnesses
of
Mirkwood
.
But
none
could
rival
her
,
Shelob
the
Great
,
last
child
of
Ungoliant
to
trouble
the
unhappy
world
.
