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Sam
shuddered
and
tried
to
force
himself
to
move
.
There
was
plainly
some
devilry
going
on
.
Perhaps
in
spite
of
all
orders
the
cruelty
of
the
orcs
had
mastered
them
,
and
they
were
tormenting
Frodo
,
or
even
savagely
hacking
him
to
pieces
.
He
listened
;
and
as
he
did
a
gleam
of
hope
came
to
him
.
There
could
not
be
much
doubt
:
there
was
fighting
in
the
tower
,
the
orcs
must
be
at
war
among
themselves
,
Shagrat
and
Gorbag
had
come
to
blows
.
Faint
as
was
the
hope
that
his
guess
brought
him
,
it
was
enough
to
rouse
him
.
There
might
be
just
a
chance
.
His
love
for
Frodo
rose
above
all
other
thoughts
,
and
forgetting
his
peril
he
cried
aloud
:
"
I
'm
coming
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
"
He
ran
forward
to
the
climbing
path
,
and
over
it
.
At
once
the
road
turned
left
and
plunged
steeply
down
.
Sam
had
crossed
into
Mordor
.
He
took
off
the
Ring
,
moved
it
may
be
by
some
deep
premonition
of
danger
,
though
to
himself
he
thought
only
that
he
wished
to
see
more
clearly
.
"
Better
have
a
look
at
the
worst
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
No
good
blundering
about
in
a
fog
!
"
Hard
and
cruel
and
bitter
was
the
land
that
met
his
gaze
.
Before
his
feet
the
highest
ridge
of
the
Ephel
Duath
fell
steeply
in
great
cliffs
down
into
a
dark
trough
,
on
the
further
side
of
which
there
rose
another
ridge
,
much
lower
,
its
edge
notched
and
jagged
with
crags
like
fangs
that
stood
out
black
against
the
red
light
behind
them
:
it
was
the
grim
Morgai
,
the
inner
ring
of
the
fences
of
the
land
.
Far
beyond
it
,
but
almost
straight
ahead
,
across
a
wide
lake
of
darkness
dotted
with
tiny
fires
,
there
was
a
great
burning
glow
;
and
from
it
rose
in
huge
columns
a
swirling
smoke
,
dusty
red
at
the
roots
,
black
above
where
it
merged
into
the
billowing
canopy
that
roofed
in
all
the
accursed
land
.
Sam
was
looking
at
Orodruin
,
the
Mountain
of
Fire
.
Ever
and
anon
the
furnaces
far
below
its
ashen
cone
would
grow
hot
and
with
a
great
surging
and
throbbing
pour
forth
rivers
of
molten
rock
from
chasms
in
its
sides
.
Some
would
flow
blazing
towards
Barad-dur
down
great
channels
;
some
would
wind
their
way
into
the
stony
plain
,
until
they
cooled
and
lay
like
twisted
dragon-shapes
vomited
from
the
tormented
earth
.
In
such
an
hour
of
labour
Sam
beheld
Mount
Doom
,
and
the
light
of
it
,
cut
off
by
the
high
screen
of
the
Ephel
Duath
from
those
who
climbed
up
the
path
from
the
West
,
now
glared
against
the
stark
rock
faces
,
so
that
they
seemed
to
be
drenched
with
blood
.
In
that
dreadful
light
Sam
stood
aghast
,
for
now
,
looking
to
his
left
,
he
could
see
the
Tower
of
Cirith
Ungol
in
all
its
strength
.
The
horn
that
he
had
seen
from
the
other
side
was
only
its
topmost
turret
.
Its
eastern
face
stood
up
in
three
great
tiers
from
a
shelf
in
the
mountain-wall
far
below
;
its
back
was
to
a
great
cliff
behind
,
from
which
it
jutted
out
in
pointed
bastions
,
one
above
the
other
,
diminishing
as
they
rose
,
with
sheer
sides
of
cunning
masonry
that
looked
north-east
and
south-east
.
About
the
lowest
tier
,
two
hundred
feet
below
where
Sam
now
stood
,
there
was
a
battlemented
wall
enclosing
a
narrow
court
.
Its
gate
,
upon
the
near
south-eastern
side
,
opened
on
a
broad
road
,
the
outer
parapet
of
which
ran
upon
the
brink
of
a
precipice
,
until
it
turned
southward
and
went
winding
down
into
the
darkness
to
join
the
road
that
came
over
the
Morgul
Pass
.
Then
on
it
went
through
a
jagged
rift
in
the
Morgai
out
into
the
valley
of
Gorgoroth
and
away
to
Barad-dur
.
The
narrow
upper
way
on
which
Sam
stood
leapt
swiftly
down
by
stair
and
steep
path
to
meet
the
main
road
under
the
frowning
walls
close
to
the
Tower-gate
.
As
he
gazed
at
it
suddenly
Sam
understood
,
almost
with
a
shock
,
that
this
stronghold
had
been
built
not
to
keep
enemies
out
of
Mordor
,
but
to
keep
them
in
.
It
was
indeed
one
of
the
works
of
Gondor
long
ago
,
an
eastern
outpost
of
the
defences
of
Ithilien
,
made
when
,
after
the
Last
Alliance
,
Men
of
Westernesse
kept
watch
on
the
evil
land
of
Sauron
where
his
creatures
still
lurked
.
But
as
with
Narchost
and
Carchost
,
the
Towers
of
the
Teeth
,
so
here
too
the
vigilance
had
failed
,
and
treachery
had
yielded
up
the
Tower
to
the
Lord
of
the
Ringwraiths
,
and
now
for
long
years
it
had
been
held
by
evil
things
.
Since
his
return
to
Mordor
,
Sauron
had
found
it
useful
;
for
he
had
few
servants
but
many
slaves
of
fear
,
and
still
its
chief
purpose
as
of
old
was
to
prevent
escape
from
Mordor
.
Though
if
an
enemy
were
so
rash
as
to
try
to
enter
that
land
secretly
,
then
it
was
also
a
last
unsleeping
guard
against
any
that
might
pass
the
vigilance
of
Morgul
and
of
Shelob
.
