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Orcs drink, dont they. Yes, they check this out, said Frodo. But do not let us speak of that. Such drink is not for us. Then all the more need to fill our bottles, said Sam. But there isnt any water up here: not a sound or a trickle have I heard. And anyway Faramir said we were not to drink any water in Morgul. No water flowing out of Imlad Morgul, were his words, said Frodo. We are not in that valley now, and if we came on a spring it would be flowing into it and not out of it. I wouldnt trust it, said Sam, not till I was dying of thirst. Theres a wicked feeling about this place. He sniffed. And a smell, I fancy. Do you notice it. A queer kind of a smell, stuffy. I dont like it. I dont like anything here at all, said Frodo, step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid. Yes, thats so, said Sam. And we shouldnt be here at all, if wed known more about it before we started. But I suppose its often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of see more sport, as you might say. But thats not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didnt. And if they had, we shouldnt know, because theyd have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same like old Mr. Bilbo. But those arent always the 712 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in. I wonder what sort of a tale weve fallen into. I wonder, said Frodo. But I dont know. And thats the way of a real tale. Take any one that youre fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it dont know. And you dont want them to. No, sir, of course not. Beren now, he never thought he was going to get that Silmaril from the Iron Crown in Thangorodrim, and yet he did, and that was a worse place and a blacker danger than ours. But thats a long tale, of course, and goes on past the happiness and into grief and beyond it and the Silmaril went on and came to Ea¨rendil. And why, sir, I never thought of that before. Weve got youve got some of the light of it in that star-glass that the Lady gave you. Why, to think of it, continue reading in the same tale still. Its going on. Dont the great tales never end. No, they never end as tales, said Frodo. But the people in them come, and go when their parts ended. Our part will end later or sooner. And then we can have some rest and some sleep, said Sam. He laughed grimly. And I mean just that, Mr. Frodo. I mean plain ordinary rest, and sleep, and waking up to a mornings work in the garden. Im afraid thats all Im hoping for all the time. All the big important plans are click for my sort. Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. Were in one, of course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say: Lets hear about Frodo Clash of clans th 9 the Ring. And theyll say: Yes, thats one of my favourite stories. Frodo was very brave, wasnt he, dad. Yes, my boy, the famousest of the hobbits, and thats saying a please click for source. Its saying a Clash of clans th 9 too much, said Frodo, and he laughed, a long clear laugh from his heart. Such a sound had not been heard in those places since Sauron came to Middle-earth. To Sam here it seemed as if all the stones were listening and the tall rocks leaning over them. But Frodo did not heed them; he laughed again. Why, Sam, he said, to hear you somehow makes me as merry as if the story was already written. Are wordle2 that youve left out one of the chief characters: Samwise the stouthearted. I want to hear more about Sam, dad. Why didnt they put in more of his talk, dad. Thats what I like, it makes me laugh. And Frodo wouldnt have got far without Sam, would he, dad. Now, Mr. Frodo, said Sam, you shouldnt make fun. I was serious. So was I, said Frodo, and so I am. Were going on a bit too T HE STAIR S O F CIRITH U NGOL 713 fast. You and I, Sam, are still stuck in the worst places of the story, and it is all too likely that some will say at this point: Shut the book now, dad; we dont want to read any more. Maybe, said Sam, but I wouldnt be one to say that. Things done and over and made into part of the great tales are different. Why, even Gollum might be good in a tale, better than he is see more have by you, anyway. And he used to like tales himself once, by his own account. I wonder if he thinks hes the hero or the villain. Gollum. he called. Would you like to be the hero now wheres he got to again. There was no sign of him at the mouth of their shelter nor in the shadows near. He had refused their food, though he had, as usual, accepted a mouthful of water; and playtime 2 mobile he had seemed to curl up for a sleep. They had supposed that one at any rate of his objects in his long absence the day before had been to hunt for food to his own liking; and now he had evidently slipped off again while they talked. But what for this time. I dont like his sneaking off without saying, said Sam. And least of all now. He cant be looking for food up here, not unless theres some kind of rock he fancies. Why, there isnt even a bit of moss. Its no good worrying about him now, said Frodo. We couldnt have got so far, not even within sight of the pass, without him, and so well have to put up with his ways. If hes false, hes false. All the same, Id rather have him under my eye, said Sam. All the more so, if hes false. Do you remember he never would say if this pass was guarded or no. And now we see a tower there and it may be deserted, and it may not. Do you think hes gone to fetch them, Orcs or whatever they are. No, I dont think so, answered Frodo. Even if hes up to some wickedness, and I suppose thats not unlikely. I dont think its that: not to fetch Orcs, or any servants of the Enemy. Why wait till now, and go through all the labour of the climb, and come so near the land he fears. He could probably have betrayed us to Orcs many times since we met him. No, if its anything, it will be some little private trick of his Clash of clans th 9 that he thinks is quite secret. Well, I suppose youre right, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. Not that it comforts me mightily. I dont make no mistake: I dont doubt hed hand me over to Orcs as gladly as kiss his hand. But I was forgetting his Precious. No, Article source suppose the whole time its been The Precious for poor Sme´agol. Thats the one idea in all his little schemes, if he has any. But how bringing us up here will help him in that is more than I can guess. Very likely he cant guess himself, said Frodo. And I dont think hes got just one plain scheme in his muddled head. I think he really 714 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS is in part trying to save the Precious from the Enemy, as long as he can. For that would be the last disaster for himself too, if the Enemy got it. And in the other part, perhaps, hes just biding his time and waiting on chance. Yes, Slinker and Stinker, as Ive said before, said Sam. But the nearer they get to the Enemys land the more like Stinker Slinker will get. Mark my words: if ever we get to the pass, he wont let us really take the precious thing over the border without making some kind of trouble. We havent got there yet, said Frodo. No, but wed better keep our eyes skinned till we do. If were caught napping, Stinker will come out on top pretty quick. Not but what it would be safe for you to have a wink now, master. Safe, if you lay close to me. Id be dearly glad to see you have a sleep. Id keep watch over you; and anyway, if you lay near, with my arm round you, no one could come pawing you without your Sam knowing it. Sleep. said Frodo and sighed, as if out of a desert he had seen a mirage of cool green. Yes, even here I could sleep. Sleep then, master. Lay your head in my lap. And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his lap lay Frodos head, drowned deep in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sams brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his masters breast. Peace was in both their faces. Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodos knee but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing. But at that touch Frodo stirred and cried out softly in his sleep, and immediately Sam was wide awake. The first thing he saw was Gollum pawing at master, as he thought. Hey you. he said roughly. What are you up to. Nothing, nothing, said Gollum softly. Nice Master. I daresay, said Sam. But where have you been to sneaking off and sneaking back, you old villain. T HE STAIR S O F CIRITH U NGOL 715 Gollum withdrew himself, and a green glint flickered under his heavy lids. Almost spider-like he looked now, crouched back on his bent limbs, with his protruding eyes. The fleeting moment had passed, beyond https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/games/poki-game.php. Sneaking, sneaking. he hissed. Hobbits always so polite, yes. O nice hobbits. Sme´agol brings them up secret ways that nobody else could find. Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty; and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they say sneak, sneak. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice. Sam felt a bit remorseful, though not more trustful. Sorry, he said. Im sorry, but you startled me out of my sleep. And I shouldnt have been sleeping, and that made me a bit sharp. But Mr. Frodo, hes Clash of clans th 9 tired, I asked him to have a wink; and well, thats how it is. Sorry. But where have you been to. Sneaking, said Gollum, and the green glint did not leave his eyes. O very well, said Sam, have it your own way. I dont suppose its so far from the truth. And now wed better all be sneaking along together. Whats the time. Is it today or tomorrow. Its tomorrow, said Gollum, or this was tomorrow when https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/clash-clans/cryofall.php went to sleep. Very foolish, very dangerous if poor Sme´agol wasnt sneaking about to watch. I think we shall get tired of that word soon, said Sam. But never mind. Ill wake master up. Gently he smoothed the hair back from Frodos brow, and bending down spoke softly to him. Wake up, Mr. Frodo. Wake up. Frodo stirred and opened his eyes, and smiled, seeing Sams face bending over him. Calling me early arent you, Sam. he said. Its dark still. Yes its always dark here, said Sam. But Gollums come back, Mr. Frodo, and he says its tomorrow. So we must be walking on. The last lap. Frodo drew a deep breath and sat up. The last lap. he said. Hullo, Sme´agol. Found any food. Have you had any rest. No food, no rest, nothing for Sme´agol, said Gollum. Hes a sneak. Sam clicked his tongue, but restrained himself. Dont take names to yourself, Sme´agol, said Frodo. Its unwise, whether they are true or false. Sme´agol has to take whats given him, answered Gollum. He was given that name by kind Master Samwise, the hobbit that knows so much. Frodo looked at Sam. Yes sir, he said. I did use the word, waking up out of my sleep sudden and all and finding him at hand. I said I was sorry, but I soon shant be. Come, let it pass then, said Frodo. But now we seem to have 716 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS come to the point, you and I, Sme´agol. Tell me. Can we find the rest of the way by ourselves. Were in sight of the pass, of a way in, and if we can find it now, then I suppose our agreement can be said to be over. You have done what you promised, and youre free: free to go back to food and rest, wherever you wish to go, except to servants of the Enemy. And one day I may reward you, I or those that remember me. No, no, not yet, Gollum whined. O no. They cant find the way themselves, can they. O no indeed. Theres the tunnel coming. Sme´agol must go on. No rest. No food. Not yet. Chapter 9 SHELOBS LAIR It may indeed have been daytime now, as Gollum said, but the hobbits could see little difference, unless, perhaps, the heavy sky above was less utterly black, pubg tap tap like a great roof of smoke; while instead of the darkness of deep night, which lingered still in cracks and holes, a grey blurring shadow shrouded the stony world about them. They passed on, Gollum in front and the hobbits now side by side, up the long ravine between the piers and columns of torn and weathered rock, standing like huge unshapen statues on either hand. There was no sound. Some way ahead, a mile or so, perhaps, was a great grey wall, a last huge upthrusting mass of mountain-stone. Darker it loomed, and steadily it rose as they approached, until it towered up high above them, shutting out the view of all that lay beyond. Deep shadow lay before its feet. Sam sniffed the air. Ugh. That smell. he said. Its getting stronger and stronger. Presently they were under the shadow, and there in the midst of it they saw the opening of a cave. This is the way in, said Gollum softly. This is the entrance to the tunnel. He did not speak its name: Torech Ungol, Shelobs Lair. Out of it came a stench, not the sickly odour of decay in the meads of Morgul, but a foul reek, as if filth unnameable were piled and hoarded in the dark within. Is this the only way, Sme´agol. said Frodo. Yes, yes, he answered. Yes, we must go this way now. Dyou mean to say youve been through this hole. said Sam. Phew. But perhaps you dont mind bad smells. Gollums eyes glinted. He doesnt know what we minds, does he, precious. No, he doesnt. But Sme´agol can bear things. Yes. Hes been through. O yes, right through. Its the only way.

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