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With
a
violent
heave
Sam
rose
up
.
At
once
he
drew
his
sword
;
but
he
could
do
nothing
.
Gollum
and
Frodo
were
locked
together
.
Gollum
was
tearing
at
his
master
,
trying
to
get
at
the
chain
and
the
Ring
.
This
was
probably
the
only
thing
that
could
have
roused
the
dying
embers
of
Frodo
's
heart
and
will
:
an
attack
,
an
attempt
to
wrest
his
treasure
from
him
by
force
.
He
fought
back
with
a
sudden
fury
that
amazed
Sam
,
and
Gollum
also
.
Even
so
things
might
have
gone
far
otherwise
,
if
Gollum
himself
had
remained
unchanged
;
but
whatever
dreadful
paths
,
lonely
and
hungry
and
waterless
,
he
had
trodden
,
driven
by
a
devouring
desire
and
a
terrible
fear
,
they
had
left
grievous
marks
on
him
.
He
was
a
lean
,
starved
,
haggard
thing
,
all
bones
and
tight-drawn
sallow
skin
.
A
wild
light
flamed
in
his
eyes
,
but
his
malice
was
no
longer
matched
by
his
old
griping
strength
.
Frodo
flung
him
off
and
rose
up
quivering
.
"
Down
,
down
!
"
he
gasped
,
clutching
his
hand
to
his
breast
,
so
that
beneath
the
cover
of
his
leather
shirt
he
clasped
the
Ring
.
"
Down
you
creeping
thing
,
and
out
of
my
path
!
Your
time
is
at
an
end
.
You
can
not
betray
me
or
slay
me
now
.
"
Then
suddenly
,
as
before
under
the
eaves
of
the
Emyn
Muil
,
Sam
saw
these
two
rivals
with
other
vision
.
A
crouching
shape
,
scarcely
more
than
the
shadow
of
a
living
thing
,
a
creature
now
wholly
ruined
and
defeated
,
yet
filled
with
a
hideous
lust
and
rage
;
and
before
it
stood
stern
,
untouchable
now
by
pity
,
a
figure
robed
in
white
,
but
at
its
breast
it
held
a
wheel
of
fire
.
Out
of
the
fire
there
spoke
a
commanding
voice
.
"
Begone
,
and
trouble
me
no
more
!
If
you
touch
me
ever
again
,
you
shall
be
cast
yourself
into
the
Fire
of
Doom
.
"
The
crouching
shape
backed
away
,
terror
in
its
blinking
eyes
,
and
yet
at
the
same
time
insatiable
desire
.
Then
the
vision
passed
and
Sam
saw
Frodo
standing
,
hand
on
breast
,
his
breath
coming
in
great
gasps
,
and
Gollum
at
his
feet
,
resting
on
his
knees
with
his
wide-splayed
hands
upon
the
ground
.
"
Look
out
!
"
cried
Sam
.
"
He
'll
spring
!
"
He
stepped
forward
,
brandishing
his
sword
.
"
Quick
,
Master
!
"
he
gasped
.
"
Go
on
!
Go
on
!
No
time
to
lose
.
I
'll
deal
with
him
.
Go
on
!
"
Frodo
looked
at
him
as
if
at
one
now
far
away
.
"
Yes
,
I
must
go
on
,
"
he
said
.
"
Farewell
,
Sam
!
This
is
the
end
at
last
.
On
Mount
Doom
doom
shall
fall
.
Farewell
!
"
He
turned
and
went
on
,
walking
slowly
but
erect
up
the
climbing
path
.
"
Now
!
"
said
Sam
.
"
At
last
I
can
deal
with
you
!
"
He
leaped
forward
with
drawn
blade
ready
for
battle
.
But
Gollum
did
not
spring
.
He
fell
flat
upon
the
ground
and
whimpered
.
