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"
No
,
not
everything
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
And
it
has
n't
failed
,
not
yet
.
I
took
it
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
begging
your
pardon
.
And
I
've
kept
it
safe
.
It
's
round
my
neck
now
,
and
a
terrible
burden
it
is
,
too
.
"
Sam
fumbled
for
the
Ring
and
its
chain
.
"
But
I
suppose
you
must
take
it
back
.
"
Now
it
had
come
to
it
,
Sam
felt
reluctant
to
give
up
the
Ring
and
burden
his
master
with
it
again
.
"
You
've
got
it
?
"
gasped
Frodo
.
"
You
've
got
it
here
?
Sam
,
you
're
a
marvel
!
"
Then
quickly
and
strangely
his
tone
changed
.
"
Give
it
to
me
!
"
he
cried
,
standing
up
,
holding
out
a
trembling
hand
.
"
Give
it
me
at
once
!
You
ca
n't
have
it
!
"
"
All
right
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
said
Sam
,
rather
startled
.
"
Here
it
is
!
"
Slowly
he
drew
the
Ring
out
and
passed
the
chain
over
his
head
.
"
But
you
're
in
the
land
of
Mordor
now
,
sir
;
and
when
you
get
out
,
you
'll
see
the
Fiery
Mountain
and
all
.
You
'll
find
the
Ring
very
dangerous
now
,
and
very
hard
to
bear
.
If
it
's
too
hard
a
job
,
I
could
share
it
with
you
,
maybe
?
"
"
No
,
no
!
"
cried
Frodo
,
snatching
the
Ring
and
chain
from
Sam
's
hands
.
"
No
you
wo
n't
,
you
thief
!
"
He
panted
,
staring
at
Sam
with
eyes
wide
with
fear
and
enmity
.
Then
suddenly
,
clasping
the
Ring
in
one
clenched
fist
,
he
stood
aghast
.
A
mist
seemed
to
clear
from
his
eyes
,
and
he
passed
a
hand
over
his
aching
brow
.
The
hideous
vision
had
seemed
so
real
to
him
,
half
bemused
as
he
was
still
with
wound
and
fear
.
Sam
had
changed
before
his
very
eyes
into
an
orc
again
,
leering
and
pawing
at
his
treasure
,
a
foul
little
creature
with
greedy
eyes
and
slobbering
mouth
.
But
now
the
vision
had
passed
.
There
was
Sam
kneeling
before
him
,
his
face
wrung
with
pain
,
as
if
he
had
been
stabbed
in
the
heart
;
tears
welled
from
his
eyes
.
"
O
Sam
!
"
cried
Frodo
.
"
What
have
I
said
?
What
have
I
done
?
Forgive
me
!
After
all
you
have
done
.
It
is
the
horrible
power
of
the
Ring
.
I
wish
it
had
never
,
never
,
been
found
.
But
do
n't
mind
me
,
Sam
.
I
must
carry
the
burden
to
the
end
.
It
ca
n't
be
altered
.
You
ca
n't
come
between
me
and
this
doom
.
"
"
That
's
all
right
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
said
Sam
,
rubbing
his
sleeve
across
his
eyes
.
"
I
understand
.
But
I
can
still
help
,
ca
n't
I
?
I
've
got
to
get
you
out
of
here
.
At
once
,
see
!
But
first
you
want
some
clothes
and
gear
and
then
some
food
.
The
clothes
will
be
the
easiest
part
.
As
we
're
in
Mordor
,
we
'd
,
best
dress
up
Mordor-fashion
;
and
anyway
there
is
n't
no
choice
.
It
'll
have
to
be
orc-stuff
for
you
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
I
'm
afraid
.
And
for
me
too
.
If
we
go
together
,
we
'd
best
match
.
Now
put
this
round
you
!
"
Sam
unclasped
his
grey
cloak
and
cast
it
about
Frodo
's
shoulders
.
Then
unslinging
his
pack
he
laid
it
on
the
floor
.
He
drew
Sting
from
its
sheath
.
Hardly
a
flicker
was
to
be
seen
upon
its
blade
.
"
I
was
forgetting
this
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
they
did
n't
get
everything
!
You
lent
me
Sting
,
if
you
remember
,
and
the
Lady
's
glass
.
I
've
got
them
both
still
.
But
lend
them
to
me
a
little
longer
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
I
must
go
and
see
what
I
can
find
.
You
stay
here
.
Walk
about
a
bit
and
ease
your
legs
.
I
sha
n't
be
long
.
I
sha
n't
have
to
go
far
.
"
"
Take
care
,
Sam
!
"
said
Frodo
.
"
And
be
quick
!
There
may
be
orcs
still
alive
,
lurking
in
wait
.
"
