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Things
all
went
wrong
when
he
went
down
in
Moria
.
I
wish
he
had
n't
.
He
would
have
done
something
.
"
But
even
as
hope
died
in
Sam
,
or
seemed
to
die
,
it
was
turned
to
a
new
strength
.
Sam
's
plain
hobbit-face
grew
stern
,
almost
grim
,
as
the
will
hardened
in
him
,
and
he
felt
through
all
his
limbs
a
thrill
,
as
if
he
was
turning
into
some
creature
of
stone
and
steel
that
neither
despair
nor
weariness
nor
endless
barren
miles
could
subdue
.
With
a
new
sense
of
responsibility
he
brought
his
eyes
back
to
the
ground
near
at
hand
,
studying
the
next
move
.
As
the
light
grew
a
little
he
saw
to
his
surprise
that
what
from
a
distance
had
seemed
wide
and
featureless
flats
were
in
fact
all
broken
and
tumbled
.
Indeed
the
whole
surface
of
the
plains
of
Gorgoroth
was
pocked
with
great
holes
,
as
if
,
while
it
was
still
a
waste
of
soft
mud
,
it
had
been
smitten
with
a
shower
of
bolts
and
huge
slingstones
.
The
largest
of
these
holes
were
rimmed
with
ridges
of
broken
rock
,
and
broad
fissures
ran
out
from
them
in
all
directions
.
It
was
a
land
in
which
it
would
be
possible
to
creep
from
hiding
to
hiding
,
unseen
by
all
but
the
most
watchful
eyes
:
possible
at
least
for
one
who
was
strong
and
had
no
need
for
speed
.
For
the
hungry
and
worn
,
who
had
far
to
go
before
life
failed
,
it
had
an
evil
look
.
Thinking
of
all
these
things
Sam
went
back
to
his
master
.
He
had
no
need
to
rouse
him
.
Frodo
was
lying
on
his
back
with
eyes
open
,
staring
at
the
cloudy
sky
.
"
Well
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
said
Sam
,
"
I
've
been
having
a
look
round
and
thinking
a
bit
.
There
's
nothing
on
the
roads
,
and
we
'd
best
be
getting
away
while
there
's
a
chance
.
Can
you
manage
it
?
"
"
I
can
manage
it
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
I
must
.
"
Once
more
they
started
,
crawling
from
hollow
to
hollow
,
flitting
behind
such
cover
as
they
could
find
,
but
moving
always
in
a
slant
towards
the
foothills
of
the
northern
range
.
But
as
they
went
the
most
easterly
of
the
roads
followed
them
,
until
it
ran
off
,
hugging
the
skirts
of
the
mountains
,
away
into
a
wall
of
black
shadow
far
ahead
.
Neither
man
nor
orc
now
moved
along
its
flat
grey
stretches
;
for
the
Dark
Lord
had
almost
completed
the
movement
of
his
forces
,
and
even
in
the
fastness
of
his
own
realm
he
sought
the
secrecy
of
night
,
fearing
the
winds
of
the
world
that
had
turned
against
him
,
tearing
aside
his
veils
,
and
troubled
with
tidings
of
bold
spies
that
had
passed
through
his
fences
.
The
hobbits
had
gone
a
few
weary
miles
when
they
halted
.
Frodo
seemed
nearly
spent
.
Sam
saw
that
he
could
not
go
much
further
in
this
fashion
,
crawling
,
stooping
,
now
picking
a
doubtful
way
very
slowly
,
now
hurrying
at
a
stumbling
run
.
"
I
'm
going
back
on
to
the
road
while
the
light
lasts
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
he
said
.
"
Trust
to
luck
again
!
It
nearly
failed
us
last
time
,
but
it
did
n't
quite
.
A
steady
pace
for
a
few
more
miles
,
and
then
a
rest
.
"
He
was
taking
a
far
greater
risk
than
he
knew
;
but
Frodo
was
too
much
occupied
with
his
burden
and
with
the
struggle
in
his
mind
to
debate
,
and
almost
too
hopeless
to
care
.
