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"
Do
you
remember
that
bit
of
rabbit
,
Mr.
Frodo
?
"
he
said
.
"
And
our
place
under
the
warm
bank
in
Captain
Faramir
's
country
,
the
day
I
saw
an
oliphaunt
?
"
"
No
,
I
am
afraid
not
,
Sam
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
At
least
,
I
know
that
such
things
happened
,
but
I
can
not
see
them
.
No
taste
of
food
,
no
feel
of
water
,
no
sound
of
wind
,
no
memory
of
tree
or
grass
or
flower
,
no
image
of
moon
or
star
are
left
to
me
.
I
am
naked
in
the
dark
.
Sam
,
and
there
is
no
veil
between
me
and
the
wheel
of
fire
.
I
begin
to
see
it
even
with
my
waking
eyes
,
and
all
else
fades
.
"
Sam
went
to
him
and
kissed
his
hand
.
"
Then
the
sooner
we
're
rid
of
it
,
the
sooner
to
rest
,
"
he
said
haltingly
,
finding
no
better
words
to
say
.
"
Talking
wo
n't
mend
nothing
,
"
he
muttered
to
himself
,
as
he
gathered
up
all
the
things
that
they
had
chosen
to
cast
away
.
He
was
not
willing
to
leave
them
lying
open
in
the
wilderness
for
any
eyes
to
see
.
"
Stinker
picked
up
that
orc-shirt
,
seemingly
,
and
he
is
n't
going
to
add
a
sword
to
it
.
His
hands
are
bad
enough
when
empty
.
And
he
is
n't
going
to
mess
with
my
pans
!
"
With
that
he
carried
all
the
gear
away
to
one
of
the
many
gaping
fissures
that
scored
the
land
and
threw
them
in
.
The
clatter
of
his
precious
pans
as
they
fell
down
into
the
dark
was
like
a
death-knell
to
his
heart
.
He
came
back
to
Frodo
,
and
then
of
his
elven-rope
he
cut
a
short
piece
to
serve
his
master
as
a
girdle
and
bind
the
grey
cloak
close
about
his
waist
.
The
rest
he
carefully
coiled
and
put
back
in
his
pack
.
Beside
that
he
kept
only
the
remnants
of
their
waybread
and
the
water-bottle
,
and
Sting
still
hanging
by
his
belt
;
and
hidden
away
in
a
pocket
of
his
tunic
next
his
breast
the
phial
of
Galadriel
and
the
little
box
that
she
gave
him
for
his
own
.
Now
at
last
they
turned
their
faces
to
the
Mountain
and
set
out
,
thinking
no
more
of
concealment
,
bending
their
weariness
and
failing
wills
only
to
the
one
task
of
going
on
.
In
the
dimness
of
its
dreary
day
few
things
even
in
that
land
of
vigilance
could
have
espied
them
,
save
from
close
at
hand
.
Of
all
the
slaves
of
the
Dark
Lord
,
only
the
Nazgûl
could
have
warned
him
of
the
peril
that
crept
,
small
but
indomitable
,
into
the
very
heart
of
his
guarded
realm
.
But
the
Nazgûl
and
their
black
wings
were
abroad
on
another
errand
:
they
were
gathered
far
away
,
shadowing
the
march
of
the
Captains
of
the
West
,
and
thither
the
thought
of
the
Dark
Tower
was
turned
.
That
day
it
seemed
to
Sam
that
his
master
had
found
some
new
strength
,
more
than
could
be
explained
by
the
small
lightening
of
the
load
that
he
had
to
carry
.
In
the
first
marches
they
went
further
and
faster
than
he
had
hoped
.
The
land
was
rough
and
hostile
,
and
yet
they
made
much
progress
,
and
ever
the
Mountain
drew
nearer
.
But
as
the
day
wore
on
and
all
too
soon
the
dim
light
began
to
fail
,
Frodo
stooped
again
,
and
began
to
stagger
,
as
if
the
renewed
effort
had
squandered
his
remaining
strength
.
At
their
last
halt
he
sank
down
and
said
:
"
I
'm
thirsty
,
Sam
,
"
and
did
not
speak
again
.
Sam
gave
him
a
mouthful
of
water
;
only
one
more
mouthful
remained
.
He
went
without
himself
;
and
now
as
once
more
the
night
of
Mordor
closed
over
them
,
through
all
his
thoughts
there
came
the
memory
of
water
;
and
every
brook
or
stream
or
fount
that
he
had
ever
seen
,
under
green
willow-shades
or
twinkling
in
the
sun
,
danced
and
rippled
for
his
torment
behind
the
blindness
of
his
eyes
.
He
felt
the
cool
mud
about
his
toes
as
he
paddled
in
the
Pool
at
Bywater
with
Jolly
Cotton
and
Tom
and
Nibs
,
and
their
sister
Rosie
.
"
But
that
was
years
ago
,
"
he
sighed
,
"
and
far
away
.
The
way
back
,
if
there
is
one
,
goes
past
the
Mountain
.
"
