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At
last
they
started
.
Down
the
ladder
they
climbed
,
and
then
Sam
took
it
and
laid
it
in
the
passage
beside
the
huddled
body
of
the
fallen
orc
.
The
stair
was
dark
,
but
on
the
roof-top
the
glare
of
the
Mountain
could
still
be
seen
,
though
it
was
dying
down
now
to
a
sullen
red
.
They
picked
up
two
shields
to
complete
their
disguise
and
then
went
on
.
Down
the
great
stairway
they
plodded
.
The
high
chamber
of
the
turret
behind
,
where
they
had
met
again
,
seemed
almost
homely
:
they
were
out
in
the
open
again
now
,
and
terror
ran
along
the
walls
.
All
might
be
dead
in
the
Tower
of
Cirith
Ungol
,
but
it
was
steeped
in
fear
and
evil
still
.
At
length
they
came
to
the
door
upon
the
outer
court
,
and
they
halted
.
Even
from
where
they
stood
they
felt
the
malice
of
the
Watchers
beating
on
them
,
black
silent
shapes
on
either
side
of
the
gate
through
which
the
glare
of
Mordor
dimly
showed
.
As
they
threaded
their
way
among
the
hideous
bodies
of
the
orcs
each
step
became
more
difficult
.
Before
they
even
reached
the
archway
they
were
brought
to
a
stand
.
To
move
an
inch
further
was
a
pain
and
weariness
to
will
and
limb
.
Frodo
had
no
strength
for
such
a
battle
.
He
sank
to
the
ground
.
"
I
ca
n't
go
on
,
Sam
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
I
'm
going
to
faint
.
I
do
n't
know
what
's
come
over
me
.
"
"
I
do
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
Hold
up
now
!
It
's
the
gate
.
There
's
some
devilry
there
.
But
I
got
through
,
and
I
'm
going
to
get
out
.
It
ca
n't
be
more
dangerous
than
before
.
Now
for
it
!
"
Sam
drew
out
the
elven-glass
of
Galadriel
again
.
As
if
to
do
honour
to
his
hardihood
,
and
to
grace
with
splendour
his
faithful
brown
hobbit-hand
that
had
done
such
deeds
,
the
phial
blazed
forth
suddenly
,
so
that
all
the
shadowy
court
was
lit
with
a
dazzling
radiance
like
lightning
;
but
it
remained
steady
and
did
not
pass
.
"
Gilthoniel
,
A
Elbereth
!
"
Sam
cried
For
,
why
he
did
not
know
,
his
thought
sprang
back
suddenly
to
the
Elves
in
the
Shire
,
and
the
song
that
drove
away
the
Black
Rider
in
the
trees
.
"
Aiya
elenion
ancalima
!
"
cried
Frodo
once
again
behind
him
.
