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'
Orcs
!
'
he
muttered
.
'
We
'll
never
rush
it
like
this
.
There
's
Orcs
about
,
and
worse
than
Orcs
.
'
Then
returning
quickly
to
his
long
habit
of
secrecy
,
he
closed
his
hand
about
the
precious
Phial
which
he
still
bore
.
Red
with
his
own
living
blood
his
hand
shone
for
a
moment
,
and
then
he
thrust
the
revealing
light
deep
into
a
pocket
near
his
breast
and
drew
his
elven-cloak
about
him
.
Now
he
tried
to
quicken
his
pace
.
His
master
was
gaining
on
him
;
already
he
was
some
twenty
strides
ahead
,
flitting
on
like
a
shadow
;
soon
he
would
be
lost
to
sight
in
that
grey
world
.
Hardly
had
Sam
hidden
the
light
of
the
star-glass
when
she
came
.
A
little
way
ahead
and
to
his
left
he
saw
suddenly
,
issuing
from
a
black
hole
of
shadow
under
the
cliff
,
the
most
loathly
shape
that
he
had
ever
beheld
,
horrible
beyond
the
horror
of
an
evil
dream
.
Most
like
a
spider
she
was
,
but
huger
than
the
great
hunting
beasts
,
and
more
terrible
than
they
because
of
the
evil
purpose
in
her
remorseless
eyes
.
Those
same
eyes
that
he
had
thought
daunted
and
defeated
,
there
they
were
lit
with
a
fell
light
again
,
clustering
in
her
out-thrust
head
.
Great
horns
she
had
,
and
behind
her
short
stalk-like
neck
was
her
huge
swollen
body
,
a
vast
bloated
bag
,
swaying
and
sagging
between
her
legs
;
its
great
bulk
was
black
,
blotched
with
livid
marks
,
but
the
belly
underneath
was
pale
and
luminous
and
gave
forth
a
stench
.
Her
legs
were
bent
,
with
great
knobbed
joints
high
above
her
back
,
and
hairs
that
stuck
out
like
steel
spines
,
and
at
each
leg
's
end
there
was
a
claw
.
As
soon
as
she
had
squeezed
her
soft
squelching
body
and
its
folded
limbs
out
of
the
upper
exit
from
her
lair
,
she
moved
with
a
horrible
speed
,
now
running
on
her
creaking
legs
,
now
making
a
sudden
bound
.
She
was
between
Sam
and
his
master
.
Either
she
did
not
see
Sam
,
or
she
avoided
him
for
the
moment
as
the
bearer
of
the
light
'
and
fixed
all
her
intent
upon
one
prey
,
upon
Frodo
,
bereft
of
his
Phial
,
running
heedless
up
the
path
,
unaware
yet
of
his
peril
.
Swiftly
he
ran
,
but
Shelob
was
swifter
;
in
a
few
leaps
she
would
have
him
.
Sam
gasped
and
gathered
all
his
remaining
breath
to
shout
.
'
Look
out
behind
!
'
he
yelled
.
'
Look
out
master
!
I
'm
'
-
but
suddenly
his
cry
was
stifled
.
A
long
clammy
hand
went
over
his
mouth
and
another
caught
him
by
the
neck
,
while
something
wrapped
itself
about
his
leg
.
Taken
off
his
guard
he
toppled
backwards
into
the
arms
of
his
attacker
.
'
Got
him
!
'
hissed
Gollum
in
his
ear
.
'
At
last
,
my
precious
,
we
've
got
him
,
yes
,
the
nassty
hobbit
.
We
takes
this
one
.
She
'll
get
the
other
.
O
yes
,
Shelob
will
get
him
,
not
Sméagol
:
he
promised
;
he
wo
n't
hurt
Master
at
all
.
But
he
's
got
you
,
you
nassty
filthy
little
sneak
!
'
He
spat
on
Sam
's
neck
.
Fury
at
the
treachery
,
and
desperation
at
the
delay
when
his
master
was
in
deadly
peril
,
gave
to
Sam
a
sudden
violence
and
strength
that
was
far
beyond
anything
that
Gollum
had
expected
from
this
slow
stupid
hobbit
,
as
he
thought
him
.
Not
Gollum
himself
could
have
twisted
more
quickly
or
more
fiercely
.
His
hold
on
Sam
's
mouth
slipped
,
and
Sam
ducked
and
lunged
forward
again
,
trying
to
tear
away
from
the
grip
on
his
neck
.
His
sword
was
still
in
his
hand
,
and
on
his
left
arm
,
hanging
by
its
thong
,
was
Faramir
's
staff
.
Desperately
he
tried
to
turn
and
stab
his
enemy
.
But
Gollum
was
too
quick
.
His
long
right
arm
shot
out
,
and
he
grabbed
Sam
's
wrist
:
his
fingers
were
like
a
vice
;
slowly
and
relentlessly
he
bent
the
hand
down
and
forward
,
till
with
a
cry
of
pain
Sam
released
the
sword
and
it
fell
to
the
ground
;
and
all
the
while
Gollum
's
other
hand
was
tightening
on
Sam
's
throat
.
Then
Sam
played
his
last
trick
.
With
all
his
strength
he
pulled
away
and
got
his
feet
firmly
planted
;
then
suddenly
he
drove
his
legs
against
the
ground
and
with
his
whole
force
hurled
himself
backwards
.
