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He
drew
his
sword
and
looked
at
it
,
and
the
intertwining
shapes
of
red
and
gold
;
and
the
flowing
characters
of
Númenor
glinted
like
fire
upon
the
blade
.
'
This
was
made
for
just
such
an
hour
,
'
he
thought
.
'
If
only
I
could
smite
that
foul
Messenger
with
it
,
then
almost
I
should
draw
level
with
old
Merry
.
Well
,
I
'll
smite
some
of
this
beastly
brood
before
the
end
.
I
wish
I
could
see
cool
sunlight
and
green
grass
again
!
'
Then
even
as
he
thought
these
things
the
first
assault
crashed
into
them
.
The
orcs
hindered
by
the
mires
that
lay
before
the
hills
halted
and
poured
their
arrows
into
the
defending
ranks
.
But
through
them
there
came
striding
up
,
roaring
like
beasts
,
a
great
company
of
hill-trolls
out
of
Gorgoroth
.
Taller
and
broader
than
Men
they
were
,
and
they
were
clad
only
in
close-fitting
mesh
of
horny
scales
,
or
maybe
that
was
their
hideous
hide
;
but
they
bore
round
bucklers
huge
and
black
and
wielded
heavy
hammers
in
their
knotted
hands
.
Reckless
they
sprang
into
the
pools
and
waded
across
,
bellowing
as
they
came
.
Like
a
storm
they
broke
upon
the
line
of
the
men
of
Gondor
,
and
beat
upon
helm
and
head
,
and
arm
and
shield
as
smiths
hewing
the
hot
bending
iron
.
At
Pippin
's
side
Beregond
was
stunned
and
overborne
,
and
he
fell
;
and
the
great
troll-chief
that
smote
him
down
bent
over
him
,
reaching
out
a
clutching
claw
;
for
these
fell
creatures
would
bite
the
throats
of
those
that
they
threw
down
.
Then
Pippin
stabbed
upwards
,
and
the
written
blade
of
Westernesse
pierced
through
the
hide
and
went
deep
into
the
vitals
of
the
troll
,
and
his
black
blood
came
gushing
out
.
He
toppled
forward
and
came
crashing
down
like
a
falling
rock
,
burying
those
beneath
him
.
Blackness
and
stench
and
crushing
pain
came
upon
Pippin
,
and
his
mind
fell
away
into
a
great
darkness
.
'
So
it
ends
as
I
guessed
it
would
,
'
his
thought
said
,
even
as
it
fluttered
away
;
and
it
laughed
a
little
within
him
ere
it
fled
,
almost
gay
it
seemed
to
be
casting
off
at
last
all
doubt
and
care
and
fear
.
And
then
even
as
it
winged
away
into
forgetfulness
it
heard
voices
,
and
they
seemed
to
be
crying
in
some
forgotten
world
far
above
:
'
The
Eagles
are
coming
!
The
Eagles
are
coming
!
'
For
one
moment
more
Pippin
's
thought
hovered
.
'
Bilbo
!
'
it
said
.
'
But
no
!
That
came
in
his
tale
,
long
long
ago
This
is
my
tale
,
and
it
is
ended
now
.
Good-bye
!
'
And
his
thought
fled
far
away
and
his
eyes
saw
no
more
.
Sam
roused
himself
painfully
from
the
ground
.
For
a
moment
he
wondered
where
he
was
,
and
then
all
the
misery
and
despair
returned
to
him
.
He
was
in
the
deep
dark
outside
the
under-gate
of
the
orcs
"
stronghold
;
its
brazen
doors
were
shut
.
He
must
have
fallen
stunned
when
he
hurled
himself
against
them
;
but
how
long
he
had
lain
there
he
did
not
know
.
Then
he
had
been
on
fire
,
desperate
and
furious
;
now
he
was
shivering
and
cold
.
He
crept
to
the
doors
and
pressed
his
ears
against
them
.
Far
within
he
could
hear
faintly
the
voices
of
ores
clamouring
,
but
soon
they
stopped
or
passed
out
of
hearing
,
and
all
was
still
.
His
head
ached
and
his
eyes
saw
phantom
lights
in
the
darkness
,
but
he
struggled
to
steady
himself
and
think
.
It
was
clear
at
any
rate
that
he
had
no
hope
of
getting
into
the
orc-hold
by
that
gate
;
he
might
wait
there
for
days
before
it
was
opened
,
and
he
could
not
wait
:
time
was
desperately
precious
.
He
no
longer
had
any
doubt
about
his
duty
:
he
must
rescue
his
master
or
perish
in
the
attempt
.
