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"
There
now
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
it
's
you
that
's
talking
of
water
this
time
!
"
said
Sam
.
"
If
only
the
Lady
could
see
us
or
hear
us
,
I
'd
say
to
her
:
"
Your
Ladyship
,
all
we
want
is
light
and
water
;
just
clean
water
and
plain
daylight
,
better
than
any
jewels
,
begging
your
pardon
.
"
But
it
's
a
long
way
to
Lórien
.
"
Sam
sighed
and
waved
his
hand
towards
the
heights
of
the
Ephel
Duath
,
now
only
to
be
guessed
as
a
deeper
blackness
against
the
black
sky
.
They
started
off
again
.
They
had
not
gone
far
when
Frodo
paused
.
"
There
's
a
Black
Rider
over
us
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
feel
it
.
We
had
better
keep
still
for
a
while
.
"
Crouched
under
a
great
boulder
they
sat
facing
back
westward
and
did
not
speak
for
some
time
.
Then
Frodo
breathed
a
sigh
of
relief
.
"
It
's
passed
,
"
he
said
.
They
stood
up
,
and
then
they
both
stared
in
wonder
.
Away
to
their
left
,
southward
,
against
a
sky
that
was
turning
grey
,
the
peaks
and
high
ridges
of
the
great
range
began
to
appear
dark
and
black
,
visible
shapes
.
Light
was
growing
behind
them
.
Slowly
it
crept
towards
the
North
.
There
was
battle
far
above
in
the
high
spaces
of
the
air
.
The
billowing
clouds
of
Mordor
were
being
driven
back
,
their
edges
tattering
as
a
wind
out
of
the
living
world
came
up
and
swept
the
fumes
and
smokes
towards
the
dark
land
of
their
home
.
Under
the
lifting
skirts
of
the
dreary
canopy
dim
light
leaked
into
Mordor
like
pale
morning
through
the
grimed
window
of
a
prison
.
"
Look
at
it
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
"
said
Sam
.
"
Look
at
it
!
The
wind
's
changed
.
Something
's
happening
.
He
's
not
having
it
all
his
own
way
.
His
darkness
is
breaking
up
out
in
the
world
there
.
I
wish
I
could
see
what
is
going
on
!
"
It
was
the
morning
of
the
fifteenth
of
March
,
and
over
the
Vale
of
Anduin
the
Sun
was
rising
above
the
eastern
shadow
,
and
the
south-west
wind
was
blowing
.
Théoden
lay
dying
on
the
Pelennor
Fields
.
As
Frodo
and
Sam
stood
and
gazed
,
the
rim
of
light
spread
all
along
the
line
of
the
Ephel
Duath
,
and
then
they
saw
a
shape
,
moving
at
a
great
speed
out
of
the
West
,
at
first
only
a
black
speck
against
the
glimmering
strip
above
the
mountain-tops
,
but
growing
,
until
it
plunged
like
a
bolt
into
the
dark
canopy
and
passed
high
above
them
.
As
it
went
it
sent
out
a
long
shrill
cry
,
the
voice
of
a
Nazgûl
;
but
this
cry
no
longer
held
any
terror
for
them
:
it
was
a
cry
of
woe
and
dismay
,
ill
tidings
for
the
Dark
Tower
.
The
Lord
of
the
Ring-wraiths
had
met
his
doom
.
"
What
did
I
tell
you
?
Something
's
happening
!
"
cried
Sam
.
"
"
The
war
's
going
well
,
"
said
Shagrat
;
but
Gorbag
he
was
n't
so
sure
.
And
he
was
right
there
too
.
Things
are
looking
up
,
Mr.
Frodo
.
Have
n't
you
got
some
hope
now
?
"
"
Well
no
,
not
much
,
Sam
,
"
Frodo
sighed
.
"
That
's
away
beyond
the
mountains
.
We
're
going
east
not
west
.
And
I
'm
so
tired
.
And
the
Ring
is
so
heavy
,
Sam
.
And
I
begin
to
see
it
in
my
mind
all
the
time
,
like
a
great
wheel
of
fire
.
"
