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No
such
anguish
had
Shelob
ever
known
,
or
dreamed
of
knowing
,
in
all
her
long
world
of
wickedness
.
Not
the
doughtiest
soldier
of
old
Gondor
,
nor
the
most
savage
Orc
entrapped
,
had
ever
thus
endured
her
,
or
set
blade
to
her
beloved
flesh
.
A
shudder
went
through
her
.
Heaving
up
again
,
wrenching
away
from
the
pain
,
she
bent
her
writhing
limbs
beneath
her
and
sprang
backwards
in
a
convulsive
leap
.
Sam
had
fallen
to
his
knees
by
Frodo
's
head
,
his
senses
reeling
in
the
foul
stench
,
his
two
hands
still
gripping
the
hilt
of
the
sword
.
Through
the
mist
before
his
eyes
he
was
aware
dimly
of
Frodo
's
face
and
stubbornly
he
fought
to
master
himself
and
to
drag
himself
out
of
the
swoon
that
was
upon
him
.
Slowly
he
raised
his
head
and
saw
her
,
only
a
few
paces
away
,
eyeing
him
,
her
beak
drabbling
a
spittle
of
venom
,
and
a
green
ooze
trickling
from
below
her
wounded
eye
.
There
she
crouched
,
her
shuddering
belly
splayed
upon
the
ground
,
the
great
bows
of
her
legs
quivering
,
as
she
gathered
herself
for
another
spring-this
time
to
crush
and
sting
to
death
:
no
little
bite
of
poison
to
still
the
struggling
of
her
meat
;
this
time
to
slay
and
then
to
rend
.
Even
as
Sam
himself
crouched
,
looking
at
her
,
seeing
his
death
in
her
eyes
,
a
thought
came
to
him
,
as
if
some
remote
voice
had
spoken
.
and
he
fumbled
in
his
breast
with
his
left
hand
,
and
found
what
he
sought
:
cold
and
hard
and
solid
it
seemed
to
his
touch
in
a
phantom
world
of
horror
,
the
Phial
of
Galadriel
.
'
Galadriel
!
'
he
said
faintly
,
and
then
he
heard
voices
far
off
but
clear
:
the
crying
of
the
Elves
as
they
walked
under
the
stars
in
the
beloved
shadows
of
the
Shire
,
and
the
music
of
the
Elves
as
it
came
through
his
sleep
in
the
Hall
of
Fire
in
the
house
of
Elrond
.
Gilthoniel
A
Elbereth
!
And
then
his
tongue
was
loosed
and
his
voice
cried
in
a
language
which
he
did
not
know
:
A
Elbereth
Gilthoniel
o
menel
palan-diriel
,
le
nallon
sí
di
'n
guruthos
!
A
tiro
nin
,
Fanuilos
!
