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At
that
moment
Sam
felt
a
tremor
in
the
ground
beneath
him
,
and
he
heard
or
sensed
a
deep
remote
rumble
as
of
thunder
imprisoned
under
the
earth
.
There
was
a
brief
red
flame
that
flickered
under
the
clouds
and
died
away
.
The
Mountain
too
slept
uneasily
.
The
last
stage
of
their
journey
to
Orodruin
came
,
and
it
was
a
torment
greater
than
Sam
had
ever
thought
that
he
could
bear
.
He
was
in
pain
,
and
so
parched
that
he
could
no
longer
swallow
even
a
mouthful
of
food
.
It
remained
dark
,
not
only
because
of
the
smokes
of
the
Mountain
:
there
seemed
to
be
a
storm
coming
up
,
and
away
to
the
south-east
there
was
a
shimmer
of
lightnings
under
the
black
skies
.
Worst
of
all
,
the
air
was
full
of
fumes
;
breathing
was
painful
and
difficult
,
and
a
dizziness
came
on
them
,
so
that
they
staggered
and
often
fell
.
And
yet
their
wills
did
not
yield
,
and
they
struggled
on
.
The
Mountain
crept
up
ever
nearer
,
until
,
if
they
lifted
their
heavy
heads
,
it
filled
all
their
sight
,
looming
vast
before
them
:
a
huge
mass
of
ash
and
slag
and
burned
stone
,
out
of
which
a
sheer-sided
cone
was
raised
into
the
clouds
.
Before
the
daylong
dusk
ended
and
true
night
came
again
they
had
crawled
and
stumbled
to
its
very
feet
.
With
a
gasp
Frodo
cast
himself
on
the
ground
.
Sam
sat
by
him
.
To
his
surprise
he
felt
tired
but
lighter
,
and
his
head
seemed
clear
again
.
No
more
debates
disturbed
his
mind
.
He
knew
all
the
arguments
of
despair
and
would
not
listen
to
them
.
His
will
was
set
,
and
only
death
would
break
it
.
He
felt
no
longer
either
desire
or
need
of
sleep
,
but
rather
of
watchfulness
.
He
knew
that
all
the
hazards
and
perils
were
now
drawing
together
to
a
point
:
the
next
day
would
be
a
day
of
doom
,
the
day
of
final
effort
or
disaster
,
the
last
gasp
.
But
when
would
it
come
?
The
night
seemed
endless
and
timeless
,
minute
after
minute
falling
dead
and
adding
up
to
no
passing
hour
,
bringing
no
change
.
Sam
began
to
wonder
if
a
second
darkness
had
begun
and
no
day
would
ever
reappear
.
At
last
he
groped
for
Frodo
's
hand
.
It
was
cold
and
trembling
.
His
master
was
shivering
.
"
I
did
n't
ought
to
have
left
my
blanket
behind
,
"
muttered
Sam
;
and
lying
down
he
tried
to
comfort
Frodo
with
his
arms
and
body
.
Then
sleep
took
him
,
and
the
dim
light
of
the
last
day
of
their
quest
found
them
side
by
side
.
The
wind
had
fallen
the
day
before
as
it
shifted
from
the
West
,
and
now
it
came
from
the
North
and
began
to
rise
;
and
slowly
the
light
of
the
unseen
Sun
filtered
down
into
the
shadows
where
the
hobbits
lay
.
"
Now
for
it
!
Now
for
the
last
gasp
!
"
said
Sam
as
he
struggled
to
his
feet
.
He
bent
over
Frodo
,
rousing
him
gently
.
Frodo
groaned
;
but
with
a
great
effort
of
will
he
staggered
up
;
and
then
he
fell
upon
his
knees
again
.
He
raised
his
eyes
with
difficulty
to
the
dark
slopes
of
Mount
Doom
towering
above
him
,
and
then
pitifully
he
began
to
crawl
forward
on
his
hands
.
Sam
looked
at
him
and
wept
in
his
heart
,
but
no
tears
came
to
his
dry
and
stinging
eyes
.
"
I
said
I
'd
carry
him
,
if
it
broke
my
back
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
and
I
will
!
"
