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"
I
've
got
to
chance
it
,
"
said
Sam
.
He
stepped
to
the
trap-door
and
slipped
down
the
ladder
.
In
a
minute
his
head
reappeared
.
He
threw
a
long
knife
on
the
floor
.
"
There
's
something
that
might
be
useful
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
's
dead
:
the
one
that
whipped
you
.
Broke
his
neck
,
it
seems
,
in
his
hurry
.
Now
you
draw
up
the
ladder
,
if
you
can
,
Mr.
Frodo
;
and
do
n't
you
let
it
down
till
you
hear
me
call
the
password
.
Elbereth
I
'll
call
.
What
the
Elves
say
.
No
orc
would
say
that
.
"
Frodo
sat
for
a
while
and
shivered
,
dreadful
fears
chasing
one
another
through
his
mind
.
Then
he
got
up
,
drew
the
grey
elven-cloak
about
him
,
and
to
keep
his
mind
occupied
,
began
to
walk
to
and
fro
,
prying
and
peering
into
every
corner
of
his
prison
.
It
was
not
very
long
,
though
fear
made
it
seem
an
hour
at
least
,
before
he
heard
Sam
's
voice
calling
softly
from
below
:
Elbereth
,
Elbereth
.
Frodo
let
down
the
light
ladder
.
Up
came
Sam
,
puffing
,
heaving
a
great
bundle
on
his
head
.
He
let
it
fall
with
a
thud
.
"
Quick
now
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
"
he
said
.
"
I
've
had
a
bit
of
a
search
to
find
anything
small
enough
for
the
likes
of
us
.
We
'll
have
to
make
do
.
But
we
must
hurry
.
I
've
met
nothing
alive
,
and
I
've
seen
nothing
but
I
'm
not
easy
.
I
think
this
place
is
being
watched
.
I
ca
n't
explain
it
,
but
well
,
it
feels
to
me
as
if
one
of
those
foul
flying
Riders
was
about
,
up
in
the
blackness
where
he
ca
n't
be
seen
.
"
He
opened
the
bundle
.
Frodo
looked
in
disgust
at
the
contents
,
but
there
was
nothing
for
it
:
he
had
to
put
the
things
on
,
or
go
naked
.
There
were
long
hairy
breeches
of
some
unclean
beast-fell
,
and
a
tunic
of
dirty
leather
.
He
drew
them
on
.
Over
the
tunic
went
a
coat
of
stout
ring-mail
,
short
for
a
full-sized
orc
,
too
long
for
Frodo
and
heavy
.
About
it
he
clasped
a
belt
,
at
which
there
hung
a
short
sheath
holding
a
broad-bladed
stabbing-sword
.
Sam
had
brought
several
orc-helmets
.
One
of
them
fitted
Frodo
well
enough
,
a
black
cap
with
iron
rim
,
and
iron
hoops
covered
with
leather
upon
which
the
evil
Eye
was
painted
in
red
above
the
beaklike
nose-guard
.
"
The
Morgul-stuff
,
Gorbag
's
gear
,
was
a
better
fit
and
better
made
,
"
said
Sam
;
"
but
it
would
n't
do
,
I
guess
,
to
go
carrying
his
tokens
into
Mordor
,
not
after
this
business
here
.
Well
,
there
you
are
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
A
perfect
little
orc
,
if
I
may
make
so
bold
-
at
least
you
would
be
,
if
we
could
cover
your
face
with
a
mask
,
give
you
longer
arms
,
and
make
you
bow-legged
.
This
will
hide
some
of
the
tell-tales
.
"
He
put
a
large
black
cloak
round
Frodo
's
shoulders
.
"
Now
you
're
ready
!
You
can
pick
up
a
shield
as
we
go
.
"
"
What
about
you
,
Sam
?
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Are
n't
we
going
to
match
?
"
