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"
Well
,
to
say
nothing
of
water
,
we
've
got
to
eat
less
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
or
else
move
a
bit
quicker
,
at
any
rate
while
we
're
still
in
this
valley
.
One
more
bite
and
all
the
food
's
ended
,
save
the
Elves
"
waybread
.
"
"
I
'll
try
and
be
a
bit
quicker
,
Sam
,
"
said
Frodo
,
drawing
a
deep
breath
.
"
Come
on
then
!
Let
's
start
another
march
!
"
It
was
not
yet
quite
dark
again
.
They
plodded
along
,
on
into
the
night
.
The
hours
passed
in
a
weary
stumbling
trudge
with
a
few
brief
halts
.
At
the
first
hint
of
grey
light
under
the
skirts
of
the
canopy
of
shadow
they
hid
themselves
again
in
a
dark
hollow
under
an
overhanging
stone
.
Slowly
the
light
grew
,
until
it
was
clearer
than
it
yet
had
been
.
A
strong
wind
from
the
West
was
now
driving
the
fumes
of
Mordor
from
the
upper
airs
.
Before
long
the
hobbits
could
make
out
the
shape
of
the
land
for
some
miles
about
them
.
The
trough
between
the
mountains
and
the
Morgai
had
steadily
dwindled
as
it
climbed
upwards
,
and
the
inner
ridge
was
now
no
more
than
a
shelf
in
the
steep
faces
of
the
Ephel
Duath
;
but
to
the
east
it
fell
as
sheerly
as
ever
down
into
Gorgoroth
.
Ahead
the
water-course
came
to
an
end
in
broken
steps
of
rock
;
for
out
from
the
main
range
there
sprang
a
high
barren
spur
,
thrusting
eastward
like
a
wall
.
To
meet
it
there
stretched
out
from
the
grey
and
misty
northern
range
of
Ered
Lithui
a
long
jutting
arm
;
and
between
the
ends
there
was
a
narrow
gap
:
Carach
Angren
,
the
Isenmouthe
,
beyond
which
lay
the
deep
dale
of
Udun
.
In
that
dale
behind
the
Morannon
were
the
tunnels
and
deep
armouries
that
the
servants
of
Mordor
had
made
for
the
defence
of
the
Black
Gate
of
their
land
;
and
there
now
their
Lord
was
gathering
in
haste
great
forces
to
meet
the
onslaught
of
the
Captains
of
the
West
.
Upon
the
out-thrust
spurs
forts
and
towers
were
built
,
and
watch-fires
burned
;
and
all
across
the
gap
an
earth-wall
had
been
raised
,
and
a
deep
trench
delved
that
could
be
crossed
only
by
a
single
bridge
.
A
few
miles
north
,
high
up
in
the
angle
where
the
western
spur
branched
away
from
the
main
range
,
stood
the
old
castle
of
Durthang
,
now
one
of
the
many
orc-holds
that
clustered
about
the
dale
of
Udun
.
A
road
,
already
visible
in
the
growing
light
,
came
winding
down
from
it
,
until
only
a
mile
or
two
from
where
the
hobbits
lay
it
turned
east
and
ran
along
a
shelf
cut
in
the
side
of
the
spur
,
and
so
went
down
into
the
plain
,
and
on
to
the
Isenmouthe
.
To
the
hobbits
as
they
looked
out
it
seemed
that
all
their
journey
north
had
been
useless
.
The
plain
to
their
right
was
dim
and
smoky
,
and
they
could
see
there
neither
camps
nor
troops
moving
;
but
all
that
region
was
under
the
vigilance
of
the
forts
of
Carach
Angren
.
"
We
have
come
to
a
dead
end
,
Sam
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
If
we
go
on
,
we
shall
only
come
up
to
that
orc-tower
,
but
the
only
road
to
take
is
that
road
that
comes
down
from
it
--
unless
we
go
back
.
We
ca
n't
climb
up
westward
,
or
climb
down
eastward
.
"
"
Then
we
must
take
the
road
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
We
must
take
it
and
chance
our
luck
,
if
there
is
any
luck
in
Mordor
.
We
might
as
well
give
ourselves
up
as
wander
about
any
more
,
or
try
to
go
back
.
Our
food
wo
n't
last
.
We
've
got
to
make
a
dash
for
it
!
"
