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"
Precious
,
precious
,
precious
!
"
Gollum
cried
.
"
My
Precious
!
O
my
Precious
!
"
And
with
that
,
even
as
his
eyes
were
lifted
up
to
gloat
on
his
prize
,
he
stepped
too
far
,
toppled
,
wavered
for
a
moment
on
the
brink
,
and
then
with
a
shriek
he
fell
.
Out
of
the
depths
came
his
last
wail
Precious
,
and
he
was
gone
.
There
was
a
roar
and
a
great
confusion
of
noise
.
Fires
leaped
up
and
licked
the
roof
.
The
throbbing
grew
to
a
great
tumult
,
and
the
Mountain
shook
.
Sam
ran
to
Frodo
and
picked
him
up
and
carried
him
out
to
the
door
.
And
there
upon
the
dark
threshold
of
the
Sammath
Naur
,
high
above
the
plains
of
Mordor
,
such
wonder
and
terror
came
on
him
that
he
stood
still
forgetting
all
else
,
and
gazed
as
one
turned
to
stone
.
A
brief
vision
he
had
of
swirling
cloud
,
and
in
the
midst
of
it
towers
and
battlements
,
tall
as
hills
,
founded
upon
a
mighty
mountain-throne
above
immeasurable
pits
;
great
courts
and
dungeons
,
eyeless
prisons
sheer
as
cliffs
,
and
gaping
gates
of
steel
and
adamant
:
and
then
all
passed
.
Towers
fell
and
mountains
slid
;
walls
crumbled
and
melted
,
crashing
down
;
vast
spires
of
smoke
and
spouting
steams
went
billowing
up
,
up
,
until
they
toppled
like
an
overwhelming
wave
,
and
its
wild
crest
curled
and
came
foaming
down
upon
the
land
.
And
then
at
last
over
the
miles
between
there
came
a
rumble
,
rising
to
a
deafening
crash
and
roar
;
the
earth
shook
,
the
plain
heaved
and
cracked
,
and
Orodruin
reeled
.
Fire
belched
from
its
riven
summit
.
The
skies
burst
into
thunder
seared
with
lightning
.
Down
like
lashing
whips
fell
a
torrent
of
black
rain
.
And
into
the
heart
of
the
storm
,
with
a
cry
that
pierced
all
other
sounds
,
tearing
the
clouds
asunder
,
the
Nazgûl
came
,
shooting
like
flaming
bolts
,
as
caught
in
the
fiery
ruin
of
hill
and
sky
they
crackled
,
withered
,
and
went
out
.
"
Well
,
this
is
the
end
,
Sam
Gamgee
,
"
said
a
voice
by
his
side
.
And
there
was
Frodo
,
pale
and
worn
,
and
yet
himself
again
;
and
in
his
eyes
there
was
peace
now
,
neither
strain
of
will
,
nor
madness
,
nor
any
fear
.
His
burden
was
taken
away
.
There
was
the
dear
master
of
the
sweet
days
in
the
Shire
.
"
Master
!
"
cried
Sam
and
fell
upon
his
knees
.
In
all
that
ruin
of
the
world
for
the
moment
he
felt
only
joy
,
great
joy
.
The
burden
was
gone
.
His
master
had
been
saved
;
he
was
himself
again
,
he
was
free
.
And
then
Sam
caught
sight
of
the
maimed
and
bleeding
hand
.
"
Your
poor
hand
!
"
he
said
.
"
And
I
have
nothing
to
bind
it
with
,
or
comfort
it
.
I
would
have
spared
him
a
whole
hand
of
mine
rather
.
But
he
's
gone
now
beyond
recall
,
gone
for
ever
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
But
do
you
remember
Gandalf
's
words
:
Even
Gollum
may
have
something
yet
to
do
?
But
for
him
,
Sam
,
I
could
not
have
destroyed
the
Ring
.
The
Quest
would
have
been
in
vain
,
even
at
the
bitter
end
So
let
us
forgive
him
!
For
the
Quest
is
achieved
,
and
now
all
is
over
.
I
am
glad
you
are
here
with
me
.
Here
at
the
end
of
all
things
,
Sam
.
"
All
about
the
hills
the
hosts
of
Mordor
raged
.
The
Captains
of
the
West
were
foundering
in
a
gathering
sea
.
The
sun
gleamed
red
,
and
under
the
wings
of
the
Nazgûl
the
shadows
of
death
fell
dark
upon
the
earth
.
Aragorn
stood
beneath
his
banner
,
silent
and
stern
,
as
one
lost
in
thought
of
things
long
past
or
far
away
;
but
his
eyes
gleamed
like
stars
that
shine
the
brighter
as
the
night
deepens
.
Upon
the
hill-top
stood
Gandalf
,
and
he
was
white
and
cold
and
no
shadow
fell
on
him
.
The
onslaught
of
Mordor
broke
like
a
wave
on
the
beleaguered
hills
,
voices
roaring
like
a
tide
amid
the
wreck
and
crash
of
arms
.
