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"
The
perishing
is
more
likely
,
and
will
be
a
lot
easier
anyway
,
"
he
said
grimly
to
himself
,
as
he
sheathed
Sting
and
turned
from
the
brazen
doors
.
Slowly
he
groped
his
way
back
in
the
dark
along
the
tunnel
,
not
daring
to
use
the
elven-light
;
and
as
he
went
he
tried
to
fit
together
the
events
since
Frodo
and
he
had
left
the
Cross-roads
.
He
wondered
what
the
time
was
.
Somewhere
between
one
day
and
the
next
,
he
supposed
;
but
even
of
the
days
he
had
quite
lost
count
.
He
was
in
a
land
of
darkness
where
the
days
of
the
world
seemed
forgotten
,
and
where
all
who
entered
were
forgotten
too
.
"
I
wonder
if
they
think
of
us
at
all
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
what
is
happening
to
them
all
away
there
.
"
He
waved
his
hand
vaguely
in
the
air
before
him
;
but
he
was
in
fact
now
facing
southwards
,
as
he
came
back
to
Shelob
's
tunnel
,
not
west
.
Out
westward
in
the
world
it
was
drawing
to
noon
upon
the
fourteenth
day
of
March
in
the
Shire-reckoning
.
And
even
now
Aragorn
was
leading
the
black
fleet
from
Pelargir
,
and
Merry
was
riding
with
the
Rohirrim
down
the
Stonewain
Valley
,
while
in
Minas
Tirith
flames
were
rising
and
Pippin
watched
the
madness
growing
in
the
eyes
of
Denethor
.
Yet
amid
all
their
cares
and
fear
the
thoughts
of
their
friends
turned
constantly
to
Frodo
and
Sam
.
They
were
not
forgotten
.
But
they
were
far
beyond
aid
,
and
no
thought
could
yet
bring
any
help
to
Samwise
Hamfast
's
son
;
he
was
utterly
alone
.
He
came
back
at
last
to
the
stone
door
of
the
orc-passage
,
and
still
unable
to
discover
the
catch
or
bolt
that
held
it
,
he
scrambled
over
as
before
and
dropped
softly
to
the
ground
.
Then
he
made
his
way
stealthily
to
the
outlet
of
Shelob
's
tunnel
,
where
the
rags
of
her
great
web
were
still
blowing
and
swaying
in
the
cold
airs
.
For
cold
they
seemed
to
Sam
after
the
noisome
darkness
behind
;
but
the
breath
of
them
revived
him
.
He
crept
cautiously
out
.
All
was
ominously
quiet
.
The
light
was
no
more
than
that
of
dusk
at
a
dark
day
's
end
.
The
vast
vapours
that
arose
in
Mordor
and
went
streaming
westward
passed
low
overhead
,
a
great
welter
of
cloud
and
smoke
now
lit
again
beneath
with
a
sullen
glow
of
red
.
Sam
looked
up
towards
the
orc-tower
,
and
suddenly
from
its
narrow
windows
lights
stared
out
like
small
red
eyes
.
He
wondered
if
they
were
some
signal
.
His
fear
of
the
orcs
,
forgotten
for
a
while
in
his
wrath
and
desperation
,
now
returned
.
As
far
as
he
could
see
,
there
was
only
one
possible
course
for
him
to
take
:
he
must
go
on
and
try
to
find
the
main
entrance
to
the
dreadful
tower
;
but
his
knees
felt
weak
,
and
he
found
that
he
was
trembling
.
Drawing
his
eyes
down
from
the
tower
and
the
horns
of
the
Cleft
before
him
,
he
forced
his
unwilling
feet
to
obey
him
,
and
slowly
,
listening
with
all
his
ears
,
peering
into
the
dense
shadows
of
the
rocks
beside
the
way
,
he
retraced
his
steps
,
past
the
place
where
Frodo
fell
,
and
still
the
stench
of
Shelob
lingered
,
and
then
on
and
up
,
until
he
stood
again
in
the
very
cleft
where
he
had
put
on
the
Ring
and
seen
Shagrat
's
company
go
by
.
There
he
halted
and
sat
down
.
For
the
moment
he
could
drive
himself
no
further
.
He
felt
that
if
once
he
went
beyond
the
crown
of
the
pass
and
took
one
step
veritably
down
into
the
land
of
Mordor
,
that
step
would
be
irrevocable
.
He
could
never
come
back
.
Without
any
clear
purpose
he
drew
out
the
Ring
and
put
it
on
again
.
Immediately
he
felt
the
great
burden
of
its
weight
,
and
felt
afresh
,
but
now
more
strong
and
urgent
than
ever
,
the
malice
of
the
Eye
of
Mordor
,
searching
,
trying
to
pierce
the
shadows
that
it
had
made
for
its
own
defence
,
but
which
now
hindered
it
in
its
unquiet
and
doubt
.
As
before
,
Sam
found
that
his
hearing
was
sharpened
,
but
that
to
his
sight
the
things
of
this
world
seemed
thin
and
vague
.
The
rocky
walls
of
the
path
were
pale
,
as
if
seen
through
a
mist
,
but
still
at
a
distance
he
heard
the
bubbling
of
Shelob
in
her
misery
:
and
harsh
and
clear
,
and
very
close
it
seemed
,
he
heard
cries
and
the
clash
of
metal
.
He
sprang
to
his
feet
,
and
pressed
himself
against
the
wall
beside
the
road
.
He
was
glad
of
the
Ring
,
for
here
was
yet
another
company
of
orcs
on
the
march
.
Or
so
at
first
he
thought
.
Then
suddenly
he
realized
that
it
was
not
so
,
his
hearing
had
deceived
him
:
the
orc-cries
came
from
the
tower
,
whose
topmost
horn
was
now
right
above
him
,
on
the
left
hand
of
the
Cleft
.
