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Not
expecting
even
this
simple
trick
from
Sam
,
Gollum
fell
over
with
Sam
on
top
,
and
he
received
the
weight
of
the
sturdy
hobbit
in
his
stomach
.
A
sharp
hiss
came
out
of
him
,
and
for
a
second
his
hand
upon
Sam
's
throat
loosened
;
but
his
fingers
still
gripped
the
sword-hand
.
Sam
tore
himself
forward
and
away
,
and
stood
up
,
and
then
quickly
he
wheeled
away
to
his
right
,
pivoted
on
the
wrist
held
by
Gollum
.
Laying
hold
of
the
staff
with
his
left
hand
,
Sam
swung
it
up
,
and
down
it
came
with
a
whistling
crack
on
Gollum
's
outstretched
arm
,
just
below
the
elbow
.
With
a
squeal
Gollum
let
go
.
Then
Sam
waded
in
;
not
waiting
to
change
the
staff
from
left
to
right
he
dealt
another
savage
blow
.
Quick
as
a
snake
Gollum
slithered
aside
.
and
the
stroke
aimed
at
his
head
fell
across
his
back
The
staff
cracked
and
broke
.
That
was
enough
for
him
.
Grabbing
from
behind
was
an
old
game
of
his
,
and
seldom
had
he
failed
in
it
.
But
this
time
,
misled
by
spite
,
he
had
made
the
mistake
of
speaking
and
gloating
before
he
had
both
hands
on
his
victim
's
neck
.
Everything
had
gone
wrong
with
his
beautiful
plan
,
since
that
horrible
light
had
so
unexpectedly
appeared
in
the
darkness
.
And
now
he
was
face
to
face
with
a
furious
enemy
,
little
less
than
his
own
size
.
This
fight
was
not
for
him
.
Sam
swept
up
his
sword
from
the
ground
and
raised
it
.
Gollum
squealed
,
and
springing
aside
on
to
all
fours
,
he
jumped
away
in
one
big
bound
like
a
frog
.
Before
Sam
could
reach
him
,
he
was
off
,
running
with
amazing
speed
back
towards
the
tunnel
.
Sword
in
hand
Sam
went
after
him
.
For
the
moment
he
had
forgotten
everything
else
but
the
red
fury
in
his
brain
and
the
desire
to
kill
Gollum
.
But
before
he
could
overtake
him
,
Gollum
was
gone
.
Then
as
the
dark
hole
stood
before
him
and
the
stench
came
out
to
meet
him
,
like
a
clap
of
thunder
the
thought
of
Frodo
and
the
monster
smote
upon
Sam
's
mind
.
He
spun
round
,
and
rushed
wildly
up
the
path
,
calling
and
calling
his
master
's
name
.
He
was
too
late
.
So
far
Gollum
's
plot
had
succeeded
.
Frodo
was
lying
face
upward
on
the
ground
and
the
monster
was
bending
over
him
,
so
intent
upon
her
victim
that
she
took
no
heed
of
Sam
and
his
cries
,
until
he
was
close
at
hand
.
As
he
rushed
up
he
saw
that
Frodo
was
already
bound
in
cords
,
wound
about
him
from
ankle
to
shoulder
,
and
the
monster
with
her
great
forelegs
was
beginning
half
to
lift
,
half
to
drag
his
body
away
.
On
the
near
side
of
him
lay
,
gleaming
on
the
ground
,
his
elven-blade
,
where
it
had
fallen
useless
from
his
grasp
.
Sam
did
not
wait
to
wonder
what
was
to
be
done
,
or
whether
he
was
brave
,
or
loyal
,
or
filled
with
rage
.
He
sprang
forward
with
a
yell
,
and
seized
his
master
's
sword
in
his
left
hand
.
Then
he
charged
.
No
onslaught
more
fierce
was
ever
seen
in
the
savage
world
of
beasts
;
where
some
desperate
small
creature
armed
with
little
teeth
alone
,
will
spring
upon
a
tower
of
horn
and
hide
that
stands
above
its
fallen
mate
.
Disturbed
as
if
out
of
some
gloating
dream
by
his
small
yell
she
turned
slowly
the
dreadful
malice
of
her
glance
upon
him
.
But
almost
before
she
was
aware
that
a
fury
was
upon
her
greater
than
any
she
had
known
in
countless
years
,
the
shining
sword
bit
upon
her
foot
and
shore
away
the
claw
.
Sam
sprang
in
,
inside
the
arches
of
her
legs
,
and
with
a
quick
upthrust
of
his
other
hand
stabbed
at
the
clustered
eyes
upon
her
lowered
head
.
One
great
eye
went
dark
.
Now
the
miserable
creature
was
right
under
her
,
for
the
moment
out
of
the
reach
of
her
sting
and
of
her
claws
.
Her
vast
belly
was
above
him
with
its
putrid
light
,
and
the
stench
of
it
almost
smote
him
down
.
Still
his
fury
held
for
one
more
blow
,
and
before
she
could
sink
upon
him
,
smothering
him
and
all
his
little
impudence
of
courage
,
he
slashed
the
bright
elven-blade
across
her
with
desperate
strength
.
But
Shelob
was
not
as
dragons
are
,
no
softer
spot
had
she
save
only
her
eyes
.
Knobbed
and
pitted
with
corruption
was
her
age-old
hide
,
but
ever
thickened
from
within
with
layer
on
layer
of
evil
growth
.
The
blade
scored
it
with
a
dreadful
gash
,
but
those
hideous
folds
could
not
be
pierced
by
any
strength
of
men
,
not
though
Elf
or
Dwarf
should
forge
the
steel
or
the
hand
of
Beren
or
of
Túrin
wield
it
.
She
yielded
to
the
stroke
,
and
then
heaved
up
the
great
bag
of
her
belly
high
above
Sam
's
head
.
Poison
frothed
and
bubbled
from
the
wound
.
Now
splaying
her
legs
she
drove
her
huge
bulk
down
on
him
again
.
Too
soon
.
For
Sam
still
stood
upon
his
feet
,
and
dropping
his
own
sword
,
with
both
hands
he
held
the
elven-blade
point
upwards
,
fending
off
that
ghastly
roof
;
and
so
Shelob
,
with
the
driving
force
of
her
own
cruel
will
,
with
strength
greater
than
any
warrior
's
hand
,
thrust
herself
upon
a
bitter
spike
.
Deep
,
deep
it
pricked
,
as
Sam
was
crushed
slowly
to
the
ground
.
