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Only
too
clearly
Sam
saw
how
hopeless
it
would
be
for
him
to
creep
down
under
those
many-eyed
walls
and
pass
the
watchful
gate
.
And
even
if
he
did
so
,
he
could
not
go
far
on
the
guarded
road
beyond
:
not
even
the
black
shadows
,
lying
deep
where
the
red
glow
could
not
reach
,
would
shield
him
long
from
the
night-eyed
orcs
.
But
desperate
as
that
road
might
be
,
his
task
was
now
far
worse
:
not
to
avoid
the
gate
and
escape
,
but
to
enter
it
,
alone
.
His
thought
turned
to
the
Ring
,
but
there
was
no
comfort
there
,
only
dread
and
danger
.
No
sooner
had
he
come
in
sight
of
Mount
Doom
,
burning
far
away
,
than
he
was
aware
of
a
change
in
his
burden
.
As
it
drew
near
the
great
furnaces
where
,
in
the
deeps
of
time
,
it
had
been
shaped
and
forged
,
the
Ring
's
power
grew
,
and
it
became
more
fell
,
untameable
save
by
some
mighty
will
.
As
Sam
stood
there
,
even
though
the
Ring
was
not
on
him
but
hanging
by
its
chain
about
his
neck
,
he
felt
himself
enlarged
,
as
if
he
were
robed
in
a
huge
distorted
shadow
of
himself
,
a
vast
and
ominous
threat
halted
upon
the
walls
of
Mordor
.
He
felt
that
he
had
from
now
on
only
two
choices
:
to
forbear
the
Ring
,
though
it
would
torment
him
;
or
to
claim
it
,
and
challenge
the
Power
that
sat
in
its
dark
hold
beyond
the
valley
of
shadows
.
Already
the
Ring
tempted
him
,
gnawing
at
his
will
and
reason
.
Wild
fantasies
arose
in
his
mind
;
and
he
saw
Samwise
the
Strong
,
Hero
of
the
Age
,
striding
with
a
flaming
sword
across
the
darkened
land
,
and
armies
flocking
to
his
call
as
he
marched
to
the
overthrow
of
Barad-dur
.
And
then
all
the
clouds
rolled
away
,
and
the
white
sun
shone
,
and
at
his
command
the
vale
of
Gorgoroth
became
a
garden
of
flowers
and
trees
and
brought
forth
fruit
.
He
had
only
to
put
on
the
Ring
and
claim
it
for
his
own
,
and
all
this
could
be
.
In
that
hour
of
trial
it
was
the
love
of
his
master
that
helped
most
to
hold
him
firm
;
but
also
deep
down
in
him
lived
still
unconquered
his
plain
hobbit-sense
:
he
knew
in
the
core
of
his
heart
that
he
was
not
large
enough
to
bear
such
a
burden
,
even
if
such
visions
were
not
a
mere
cheat
to
betray
him
.
The
one
small
garden
of
a
free
gardener
was
all
his
need
and
due
,
not
a
garden
swollen
to
a
realm
;
his
own
hands
to
use
,
not
the
hands
of
others
to
command
.
"
And
anyway
all
these
notions
are
only
a
trick
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
He
'd
spot
me
and
cow
me
,
before
I
could
so
much
as
shout
out
.
He
'd
spot
me
,
pretty
quick
,
if
I
put
the
Ring
on
now
,
in
Mordor
.
Well
,
all
I
can
say
is
:
things
look
as
hopeless
as
a
frost
in
spring
.
Just
when
being
invisible
would
be
really
useful
,
I
ca
n't
use
the
Ring
!
And
if
ever
I
get
any
further
,
it
's
going
to
be
nothing
but
a
drag
and
a
burden
every
step
.
So
what
's
to
be
done
?
"
He
was
not
really
in
any
doubt
.
He
knew
that
he
must
go
down
to
the
gate
and
not
linger
any
more
.
With
a
shrug
of
his
shoulders
,
as
if
to
shake
off
the
shadow
and
dismiss
the
phantoms
,
he
began
slowly
to
descend
.
With
each
step
he
seemed
to
diminish
.
He
had
not
gone
far
before
he
had
shrunk
again
to
a
very
small
and
frightened
hobbit
.
He
was
now
passing
under
the
very
walls
of
the
Tower
,
and
the
cries
and
sounds
of
fighting
could
be
heard
with
his
unaided
ears
.
At
the
moment
the
noise
seemed
to
be
coming
from
the
court
behind
the
outer
wall
.
Sam
was
about
half
way
down
the
path
when
out
of
the
dark
gateway
into
the
red
glow
there
came
two
orcs
running
.
They
did
not
turn
towards
him
.
They
were
making
for
the
main
road
;
but
even
as
they
ran
they
stumbled
and
fell
to
the
ground
and
lay
still
.
Sam
had
seen
no
arrows
,
but
he
guessed
that
the
orcs
had
been
shot
down
by
others
on
the
battlements
or
hidden
in
the
shadow
of
the
gate
.
He
went
on
,
hugging
the
wall
on
his
left
.
One
look
upward
had
shown
him
that
there
was
no
hope
of
climbing
it
.
The
stone-work
rose
thirty
feet
,
without
a
crack
or
ledge
,
to
overhanging
courses
like
inverted
steps
.
The
gate
was
the
only
way
.
He
crept
on
;
and
as
he
went
he
wondered
how
many
orcs
lived
in
the
Tower
with
Shagrat
,
and
how
many
Gorbag
had
,
and
what
they
were
quarrelling
about
,
if
that
was
what
was
happening
.
Shagrat
's
company
had
seemed
to
be
about
forty
,
and
Gorbag
's
more
than
twice
as
large
;
but
of
course
Shagrat
's
patrol
had
only
been
a
part
of
his
garrison
.
Almost
certainly
they
were
quarrelling
about
Frodo
,
and
the
spoil
.
For
a
second
Sam
halted
,
for
suddenly
things
seemed
clear
to
him
,
almost
as
if
he
had
seen
them
with
his
eyes
.
The
mithril
coat
!
Of
course
,
Frodo
was
wearing
it
,
and
they
would
find
it
.
And
from
what
Sam
had
heard
Gorbag
would
covet
it
.
But
the
orders
of
the
Dark
Tower
were
at
present
Frodo
's
only
protection
,
and
if
they
were
set
aside
,
Frodo
might
be
killed
out
of
hand
at
any
moment
.
"
Come
on
,
you
miserable
sluggard
!
"
Sam
cried
to
himself
.
"
Now
for
it
!
"
He
drew
Sting
and
ran
towards
the
open
gate
.
But
just
as
he
was
about
to
pass
under
its
great
arch
he
felt
a
shock
:
as
if
he
had
run
into
some
web
like
Shelob
's
,
only
invisible
.
He
could
see
no
obstacle
,
but
something
too
strong
for
his
will
to
overcome
barred
the
way
.
He
looked
about
,
and
then
within
the
shadow
of
the
gate
he
saw
the
Two
Watchers
.
