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"
Master
!
"
cried
Sam
.
Then
Frodo
stirred
and
spoke
with
a
clear
voice
,
indeed
with
a
voice
clearer
and
more
powerful
than
Sam
had
ever
heard
him
use
,
and
it
rose
above
the
throb
and
turmoil
of
Mount
Doom
,
ringing
in
the
roof
and
walls
.
"
I
have
come
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
I
do
not
choose
now
to
do
what
I
came
to
do
.
I
will
not
do
this
deed
.
The
Ring
is
mine
!
"
And
suddenly
,
as
he
set
it
on
his
finger
,
he
vanished
from
Sam
's
sight
.
Sam
gasped
,
but
he
had
no
chance
to
cry
out
,
for
at
that
moment
many
things
happened
.
Something
struck
Sam
violently
in
the
back
,
his
legs
were
knocked
from
under
him
and
he
was
flung
aside
,
striking
his
head
against
the
stony
floor
,
as
a
dark
shape
sprang
over
him
.
He
lay
still
and
for
a
moment
all
went
black
.
And
far
away
,
as
Frodo
put
on
the
Ring
and
claimed
it
for
his
own
,
even
in
Sammath
Naur
the
very
heart
of
his
realm
,
the
Power
in
Barad-dur
was
shaken
,
and
the
Tower
trembled
from
its
foundations
to
its
proud
and
bitter
crown
.
The
Dark
Lord
was
suddenly
aware
of
him
,
and
his
Eye
piercing
all
shadows
looked
across
the
plain
to
the
door
that
he
had
made
;
and
the
magnitude
of
his
own
folly
was
revealed
to
him
in
a
blinding
flash
,
and
all
the
devices
of
his
enemies
were
at
last
laid
bare
.
Then
his
wrath
blazed
in
consuming
flame
,
but
his
fear
rose
like
a
vast
black
smoke
to
choke
him
.
For
he
knew
his
deadly
peril
and
the
thread
upon
which
his
doom
now
hung
.
From
all
his
policies
and
webs
of
fear
and
treachery
,
from
all
his
stratagems
and
wars
his
mind
shook
free
;
and
throughout
his
realm
a
tremor
ran
,
his
slaves
quailed
,
and
his
armies
halted
,
and
his
captains
suddenly
steerless
,
bereft
of
will
,
wavered
and
despaired
.
For
they
were
forgotten
.
The
whole
mind
and
purpose
of
the
Power
that
wielded
them
was
now
bent
with
overwhelming
force
upon
the
Mountain
.
At
his
summons
,
wheeling
with
a
rending
cry
,
in
a
last
desperate
race
there
flew
,
faster
than
the
winds
,
the
Nazgûl
the
Ringwraiths
,
and
with
a
storm
of
wings
they
hurtled
southwards
to
Mount
Doom
.
Sam
got
up
.
He
was
dazed
,
and
blood
streaming
from
his
head
dripped
in
his
eyes
.
He
groped
forward
,
and
then
he
saw
a
strange
and
terrible
thing
.
Gollum
on
the
edge
of
the
abyss
was
fighting
like
a
mad
thing
with
an
unseen
foe
.
To
and
fro
he
swayed
,
now
so
near
the
brink
that
almost
he
tumbled
in
,
now
dragging
back
,
falling
to
the
ground
,
rising
,
and
falling
again
.
And
all
the
while
he
hissed
but
spoke
no
words
.
The
fires
below
awoke
in
anger
,
the
red
light
blazed
,
and
all
the
cavern
was
filled
with
a
great
glare
and
heat
.
Suddenly
Sam
saw
Gollum
's
long
hands
draw
upwards
to
his
mouth
;
his
white
fangs
gleamed
,
and
then
snapped
as
they
bit
.
Frodo
gave
a
cry
,
and
there
he
was
,
fallen
upon
his
knees
at
the
chasm
's
edge
.
But
Gollum
,
dancing
like
a
mad
thing
,
held
aloft
the
ring
,
a
finger
still
thrust
within
its
circle
.
It
shone
now
as
if
verily
it
was
wrought
of
living
fire
.
