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"
Come
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
"
he
cried
.
"
I
ca
n't
carry
it
for
you
,
but
I
can
carry
you
and
it
as
well
.
So
up
you
get
!
Come
on
,
Mr.
Frodo
dear
!
Sam
will
give
you
a
ride
.
Just
tell
him
where
to
go
,
and
he
'll
go
.
"
As
Frodo
clung
upon
his
back
,
arms
loosely
about
his
neck
,
legs
clasped
firmly
under
his
arms
,
Sam
staggered
to
his
feet
;
and
then
to
his
amazement
he
felt
the
burden
light
.
He
had
feared
that
he
would
have
barely
strength
to
lift
his
master
alone
,
and
beyond
that
he
had
expected
to
share
in
the
dreadful
dragging
weight
of
the
accursed
Ring
.
But
it
was
not
so
.
Whether
because
Frodo
was
so
worn
by
his
long
pains
,
wound
of
knife
,
and
venomous
sting
,
and
sorrow
,
fear
,
and
homeless
wandering
,
or
because
some
gift
of
final
strength
was
given
to
him
,
Sam
lifted
Frodo
with
no
more
difficulty
than
if
he
were
carrying
a
hobbit-child
pig-a-back
in
some
romp
on
the
lawns
or
hayfields
of
the
Shire
.
He
took
a
deep
breath
and
started
off
.
They
had
reached
the
Mountain
's
foot
on
its
northern
side
,
and
a
little
to
the
westward
;
there
its
long
grey
slopes
,
though
broken
,
were
not
sheer
.
Frodo
did
not
speak
,
and
so
Sam
struggled
on
as
best
he
could
,
having
no
guidance
but
the
will
to
climb
as
high
as
might
be
before
his
strength
gave
out
and
his
will
broke
.
On
he
toiled
,
up
and
up
,
turning
this
way
and
that
to
lessen
the
slope
,
often
stumbling
forward
,
and
at
the
last
crawling
like
a
snail
with
a
heavy
burden
on
its
back
.
When
his
will
could
drive
him
no
further
,
and
his
limbs
gave
way
,
he
stopped
and
laid
his
master
gently
down
.
Frodo
opened
his
eyes
and
drew
a
breath
.
It
was
easier
to
breathe
up
here
above
the
reeks
that
coiled
and
drifted
down
below
.
"
Thank
you
,
Sam
,
"
he
said
in
a
cracked
whisper
.
"
How
far
is
there
to
go
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
said
Sam
,
"
because
I
do
n't
know
where
we
're
going
.
"
He
looked
back
,
and
then
he
looked
up
;
and
he
was
amazed
to
see
how
far
his
last
effort
had
brought
him
.
The
Mountain
standing
ominous
and
alone
had
looked
taller
than
it
was
.
Sam
saw
now
that
it
was
less
lofty
than
the
high
passes
of
the
Ephel
Duath
which
he
and
Frodo
had
scaled
.
The
confused
and
tumbled
shoulders
of
its
great
base
rose
for
maybe
three
thousand
feet
above
the
plain
,
and
above
them
was
reared
half
as
high
again
its
tall
central
cone
,
like
a
vast
oast
or
chimney
capped
with
a
jagged
crater
.
But
already
Sam
was
more
than
half
way
up
the
base
,
and
the
plain
of
Gorgoroth
was
dim
below
him
,
wrapped
in
fume
and
shadow
.
As
he
looked
up
he
would
have
given
a
shout
.
if
his
parched
throat
had
allowed
him
;
for
amid
the
rugged
humps
and
shoulders
above
him
he
saw
plainly
a
path
or
road
.
It
climbed
like
a
rising
girdle
from
the
west
and
wound
snakelike
about
the
Mountain
,
until
before
it
went
round
out
of
view
it
reached
the
foot
of
the
cone
upon
its
eastern
side
.
Sam
could
not
see
the
course
immediately
above
him
,
where
it
was
lowest
,
for
a
steep
slope
went
up
from
where
he
stood
;
but
he
guessed
that
if
he
could
only
struggle
on
just
a
little
way
further
up
,
they
would
strike
this
path
.
A
gleam
of
hope
returned
to
him
.
They
might
conquer
the
Mountain
yet
.
"
Why
,
it
might
have
been
put
there
a-purpose
!
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
If
it
was
n't
there
,
I
'd
have
to
say
I
was
beaten
in
the
end
.
"
The
path
was
not
put
there
for
the
purposes
of
Sam
.
He
did
not
know
it
,
but
he
was
looking
at
Sauron
's
Road
from
Barad-dur
to
the
Sammath
Naur
,
the
Chambers
of
Fire
.
Out
from
the
Dark
Tower
's
huge
western
gate
it
came
over
a
deep
abyss
by
a
vast
bridge
of
iron
,
and
then
passing
into
the
plain
it
ran
for
a
league
between
two
smoking
chasms
,
and
so
reached
a
long
sloping
causeway
that
led
up
on
to
the
Mountain
's
eastern
side
.
Thence
,
turning
and
encircling
all
its
wide
girth
from
south
to
north
,
it
climbed
at
last
,
high
in
the
upper
cone
,
but
still
far
from
the
reeking
summit
,
to
a
dark
entrance
that
gazed
back
east
straight
to
the
Window
of
the
Eye
in
Sauron
's
shadow-mantled
fortress
.
Often
blocked
or
destroyed
by
the
tumults
of
the
Mountain
's
furnaces
,
always
that
road
was
repaired
and
cleaned
again
by
the
labours
of
countless
orcs
.
