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"
Do
n't
kill
us
,
"
he
wept
.
"
Do
n't
hurt
us
with
nassty
cruel
steel
!
Let
us
live
,
yes
,
live
just
a
little
longer
.
Lost
,
lost
!
We
're
lost
.
And
when
Precious
goes
we
'll
die
,
yes
,
die
into
the
dust
.
"
He
clawed
up
the
ashes
of
the
path
with
his
long
fleshless
fingers
.
"
Dusst
!
"
he
hissed
.
Sam
's
hand
wavered
.
His
mind
was
hot
with
wrath
and
the
memory
of
evil
.
It
would
be
just
to
slay
this
treacherous
,
murderous
creature
,
just
and
many
times
deserved
;
and
also
it
seemed
the
only
safe
thing
to
do
.
But
deep
in
his
heart
there
was
something
that
restrained
him
:
he
could
not
strike
this
thing
lying
in
the
dust
,
forlorn
,
ruinous
,
utterly
wretched
.
He
himself
,
though
only
for
a
little
while
,
had
borne
the
Ring
,
and
now
dimly
he
guessed
the
agony
of
Gollum
's
shrivelled
mind
and
body
,
enslaved
to
that
Ring
,
unable
to
find
peace
or
relief
ever
in
life
again
.
But
Sam
had
no
words
to
express
what
he
felt
.
"
Oh
,
curse
you
,
you
stinking
thing
!
"
he
said
.
"
Go
away
!
Be
off
!
I
do
n't
trust
you
,
not
as
far
as
I
could
kick
you
;
but
be
off
.
Or
I
shall
hurt
you
,
yes
,
with
nasty
cruel
steel
.
"
Gollum
got
up
on
all
fours
,
and
backed
away
for
several
paces
,
and
then
he
turned
,
and
as
Sam
aimed
a
kick
at
him
he
fled
away
down
the
path
.
Sam
gave
no
more
heed
to
him
.
He
suddenly
remembered
his
master
.
He
looked
up
the
path
and
could
not
see
him
.
As
fast
as
he
could
he
trudged
up
the
road
.
If
he
had
looked
back
,
he
might
have
seen
not
far
below
Gollum
turn
again
,
and
then
with
a
wild
light
of
madness
glaring
in
his
eyes
come
,
swiftly
but
warily
,
creeping
on
behind
,
a
slinking
shadow
among
the
stones
.
The
path
climbed
on
.
Soon
it
bent
again
and
with
a
last
eastward
course
passed
in
a
cutting
along
the
face
of
the
cone
and
came
to
the
dark
door
in
the
Mountain
's
side
,
the
door
of
the
Sammath
Naur
.
Far
away
now
rising
towards
the
South
the
sun
,
piercing
the
smokes
and
haze
,
burned
ominous
,
a
dull
bleared
disc
of
red
;
but
all
Mordor
lay
about
the
Mountain
like
a
dead
land
,
silent
,
shadow-folded
,
waiting
for
some
dreadful
stroke
.
Sam
came
to
the
gaping
mouth
and
peered
in
.
It
was
dark
and
hot
,
and
a
deep
rumbling
shook
the
air
.
"
Frodo
!
Master
!
"
he
called
.
There
was
no
answer
.
For
a
moment
he
stood
,
his
heart
beating
with
wild
fears
,
and
then
he
plunged
in
.
A
shadow
followed
him
.
At
first
he
could
see
nothing
.
In
his
great
need
he
drew
out
once
more
the
phial
of
Galadriel
,
but
it
was
pale
and
cold
in
his
trembling
hand
and
threw
no
light
into
that
stifling
dark
.
He
was
come
to
the
heart
of
the
realm
of
Sauron
and
the
forges
of
his
ancient
might
,
greatest
in
Middle-earth
;
all
other
powers
were
here
subdued
.
Fearfully
he
took
a
few
uncertain
steps
in
the
dark
,
and
then
all
at
once
there
came
a
flash
of
red
that
leaped
upward
,
and
smote
the
high
black
roof
.
Then
Sam
saw
that
he
was
in
a
long
cave
or
tunnel
that
bored
into
the
Mountain
's
smoking
cone
.
But
only
a
short
way
ahead
its
floor
and
the
walls
on
either
side
were
cloven
by
a
great
fissure
,
out
of
which
the
red
glare
came
,
now
leaping
up
,
now
dying
down
into
darkness
;
and
all
the
while
far
below
there
was
a
rumour
and
a
trouble
as
of
great
engines
throbbing
and
labouring
.
The
light
sprang
up
again
,
and
there
on
the
brink
of
the
chasm
,
at
the
very
Crack
of
Doom
,
stood
Frodo
,
black
against
the
glare
,
tense
,
erect
,
but
still
as
if
he
had
been
turned
to
stone
.
