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He spun round, and rushed wildly up the path, calling and calling his masters name. He was too late. So far Gollums plot had succeeded. Chapter 10 THE CHOICES O F MASTER SAMWISE Frodo was lying face upward on the ground and the monster was bending over him, so intent upon her victim that she took no heed of Sam and his cries, until he was close at hand. As he rushed up he saw that Frodo was already bound in cords, wound about him from ankle to shoulder, and the monster with her great forelegs was beginning half to lift, half to drag his body away. On the near side of him lay, gleaming on the ground, his elvenblade, where it had fallen useless from his grasp. Sam did not wait to wonder what was to be done, or whether he was brave, or loyal, or filled with rage. He sprang forward with a yell, and seized his masters sword in his left hand. Then he charged. No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate. Disturbed as if out of some gloating strategic intent by his small yell she turned slowly the dreadful malice of her glance upon him. But almost before she was aware that a fury was upon her greater than any she had known in countless years, the shining sword bit upon her foot and shore away the claw. Sam sprang in, inside the arches of her legs, and with a quick upthrust of his other hand stabbed at the clustered eyes upon her lowered head. One great eye went dark. Now the miserable creature was right under her, for the moment out of the reach of her sting and of her claws. Her vast belly was above him with its putrid light, and the stench of it almost smote him down. Still his fury held for source more blow, and before she could sink upon him, smothering him and all his little impudence of courage, he slashed the bright elven-blade across her with desperate strength. But Shelob was not as dragons are, no softer spot had she save only her eyes. Knobbed and pitted with corruption was her age-old hide, but ever thickened from within with layer on layer of evil growth. The blade scored it with a dreadful gash, but those hideous folds could not be pierced by any strength of men, not though Elf or Dwarf should forge the steel or the hand of Beren or of Tu´rin wield it. She yielded to the stroke, and then heaved up the great bag of her belly high above Sams head. Poison frothed and bubbled from the wound. T HE CHOIC ES O F MASTER SAMWI SE 729 Now splaying her legs she drove her huge bulk down on him again. Too soon. For Sam still stood upon his feet, and dropping his own sword, with both hands he held the elven-blade point upwards, fending off that ghastly roof; and so Shelob, with the driving force of her own cruel will, with strength greater than any warriors hand, thrust herself upon a bitter spike. Deep, deep it pricked, as Sam was crushed slowly to the ground. No such anguish had Shelob ever known, or dreamed of knowing, in all her long world of wickedness. Not the doughtiest soldier of old Gondor, nor the most savage Orc entrapped, had ever thus endured her, or set blade to her beloved flesh. A shudder went through her. Heaving up again, wrenching away from the pain, she bent her writhing limbs beneath her and sprang backwards in a convulsive leap. Sam had fallen to his knees by Frodos head, his senses reeling in the foul stench, his two hands still gripping the hilt of the sword. Through the mist before his eyes he was aware dimly of Frodos face, and stubbornly he fought to master himself and to drag himself out of the swoon that was upon him. Slowly he raised his head source saw her, only a few paces away, eyeing him, her beak drabbling a spittle of venom, and a green ooze trickling from below her wounded eye. There she crouched, her shuddering belly splayed upon the ground, the great bows of her legs quivering, as she gathered herself for another spring this time to crush and sting to death: no little bite of poison to still the struggling of her meat; this time to slay and then to rend. Even as Sam himself crouched, looking at her, seeing his death in her eyes, a thought came to him, as if some remote voice had spoken, and he fumbled in his breast with his left hand, and found what he sought: cold and hard and solid it seemed to his touch in a phantom world of horror, the Phial of Galadriel. Galadriel. he said faintly, and then he heard voices far off but clear: the crying of the Elves as they walked under the stars in the beloved shadows of the Shire, and the music of the Elves as it came through his sleep in the Hall of Fire in the house of Elrond. Gilthoniel A Elbereth. And then his tongue was loosed and his voice cried in a language which he did not know: A Elbereth Gilthoniel o menel palan-diriel, le nallon sı´ dinguruthos. A tiro nin, Fanuilos. 730 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS And with that he staggered to his feet and was Samwise the hobbit, Hamfasts son, again. Now come, you filth. he cried. Youve hurt my master, you brute, and youll pay for it. Were going on; but well settle with you first. Come on, and taste it again. As if his indomitable spirit had set its potency in motion, the glass blazed suddenly like a white torch in his hand. It flamed like a star that leaping from the firmament sears the dark air with intolerable light. No such terror out of heaven had ever burned in Shelobs face before. The beams of it entered into her wounded head and scored it with unbearable pain, and the dreadful infection of light spread from eye to eye. She fell back beating the air with her forelegs, her sight blasted by inner lightnings, her mind in agony. Then turning her maimed head away, she rolled aside and began to crawl, claw by claw, towards the opening in the dark cliff behind. Sam came on. He was reeling like a drunken man, but he came on. And Shelob cowed at stats coc, shrunken in defeat, jerked and quivered as she tried to hasten from him. She reached the hole, and squeezing down, leaving a trail of green-yellow slime, she slipped in, even as Sam hewed a last stroke at her dragging legs. Then he fell to the ground. Shelob was gone; and whether Guardian tales pc lay long in her lair, nursing her malice and her misery, and in slow years of darkness healed herself from within, rebuilding her clustered eyes, until with hunger like death she spun once more her dreadful snares in the glens of the Mountains of Shadow, this tale does not tell. Sam was left alone. Wearily, as the evening of the Nameless Land fell upon the place of battle, he crawled back to his master. Master, dear master, he said, but Frodo did not speak. As he had run forward, eager, rejoicing to be free, Shelob with hideous speed had come behind and with one swift stroke had stung him in the neck. He lay now pale, and click to see more no voice, and did not move. Master, dear master. said Sam, and through a long silence waited, listening in vain. Then as quickly as he could he cut away the binding cords and laid his head upon Frodos breast and to his mouth, but no stir of life could he find, nor feel the faintest flutter of the heart. Often he chafed his masters hands and feet, and touched his brow, but all were cold. Frodo, Mr. Frodo. he called. Dont leave me here alone. Its your Sam calling. Dont go where I cant follow. Wake up, Mr. Frodo. O wake up, Frodo, me dear, me dear. Wake up. T HE CHOIC ES O F MASTER SAMWI SE 731 Then anger surged over him, and he ran about his masters body in a rage, stabbing the air, and smiting the stones, and shouting challenges. Presently Guardian tales pc came back, and bending looked at Frodos face, pale beneath him in the dusk. And suddenly he saw that he was in the picture that was revealed to him in the mirror of Galadriel in Lo´rien: Frodo with a pale face lying fast asleep under a great dark cliff. Or fast asleep he had thought then. Hes dead. he said. Not asleep, dead. And as he said it, as if the words had set the venom to its work again, it seemed to him that the hue of the face grew livid green. And then black despair came down on him, and Sam bowed to the ground, and drew his grey hood over his head, and night came into his heart, and he strategy board games for adults no more. When at last the blackness passed, Sam looked up and shadows were about him; but for how many minutes or hours the world had gone dragging on he could not tell. He was still in the same place, and still his master lay beside him dead. The mountains had not crumbled nor the earth fallen into ruin. Ice cream bad shall I do, what shall I do. he said. Did I come all this way with him for nothing. And then he remembered his own voice speaking words that at the time he did not understand himself, at the beginning of their journey: I have something to do Guardian tales pc the end. I must see it through, sir, if you understand. But what can I do. Not leave Mr. Frodo dead, unburied on the top of the mountains, and go home. Or go on. Go on. he repeated, and for a moment doubt and fear shook him. Go on. Is that what Ive got to do. And leave him. Then at last he began to weep; and going to Frodo he composed his body, and folded his cold hands upon his breast, and wrapped his cloak about him; and he laid his own sword at one side, and the staff that Faramir had given at the other. If Im to go on, he said, then I must take your sword, by your leave, Mr. Frodo, but Ill put this one to lie by you, as it lay by the old king in the barrow; and youve got your beautiful mithril coat from old Mr. Bilbo. And your star-glass, Mr. Frodo, you did lend it to me and Ill need it, for Ill be always in the dark now. Its too good for me, and the Lady gave it to you, but maybe shed understand. Do you understand, Mr. Frodo. Ive got to go on. But he could not go, not yet. He knelt and held Frodos hand and could not release it. And time went by and still he knelt, holding his masters hand, and in his heart keeping a debate. Now he tried to find strength to tear himself away and go on a 732 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS lonely journey for vengeance. If once he could go, his anger would bear him down all the roads of the world, pursuing, until he had him at last: Gollum. Then Gollum would die in a corner. But that was not what he had set out to do. It would not be worth while to leave his master for that. It would not bring him back. Nothing would. They had better both be dead together. And that too would be a lonely journey. He looked on the bright point of the sword. He thought of the places behind where there was a black brink and an empty fall into nothingness. There was click at this page escape that way. That was to do nothing, not even to grieve. That was not what he had set out to do. What am I to do then. he cried again, and now he seemed plainly to know the hard answer: see it through. Another lonely journey, and the worst. What. Me, alone, go to the Crack of Doom and all. He quailed still, but the resolve grew. What. Me take the Ring from him. The Council gave it to him. But the answer came at once: And the Council gave him companions, so that the errand should not fail. And you are the last of all the Company. The errand must not fail. I wish I wasnt the last, he groaned. I wish old Gandalf was here, or somebody. Why am I left all alone to make up my mind. Im sure to more info wrong. And its not for me to go taking the Ring, putting myself forward. But you havent put yourself forward; youve been put forward. And as for not being the right and proper person, why, Mr. Frodo wasnt, as you might say, nor Mr. Bilbo. They didnt choose themselves. Ah well, I must make up my own mind. I will make it up. But Ill be sure to go wrong: thatd be Sam Gamgee all over. Let me see now: if were found here, or Mr. Frodos found, and that Things on him, well, the Enemy will get it. And thats the end of all of us, of Lo´rien, and Rivendell, and the Shire and all. And theres no time to lose, or itll be the end anyway. The wars begun, and more than likely things are all going the Enemys way already. No chance to go back with It and get advice or permission. No, its sit here till they come and kill me over masters body, and gets It; or take It and go. He drew a deep breath. Then take It, it is. He stooped. Very gently he undid the clasp at the neck and slipped his hand inside Frodos tunic; then with his other hand raising the head, he kissed the cold forehead, and softly drew the chain over it. And then the head lay quietly back again in rest. No change came over the still face, and by that more than by all other tokens Sam was convinced at last that Bejeweled blitz had died and laid aside the Quest. T HE CHOIC ES O F MASTER SAMWI SE 733 Good-bye, master, my dear. he murmured. Forgive your Sam. Hell come back to this spot when the jobs done if he manages it. And then hell not leave you again. Rest you quiet till I come; and may no foul creature come anigh you. And if the Lady could hear me and give me one wish, I would wish to come back and find you again. Good-bye. And then he bent his own neck and put the chain upon it, and at once his head was bowed to the ground with the weight of the Ring, as if a great stone had been strung on him. But slowly, as if the weight became less, or new strength grew in him, he raised his head, and then with a great effort got to his feet and found that he could walk and bear his burden. And for a moment he lifted up the Phial and looked down at his master, and the light burned gently now with the soft radiance of the evening-star in summer, and in that light Frodos face was fair of hue again, pale but beautiful with an Elvish beauty, as of one who has long passed the shadows. And with the bitter comfort of that last sight Sam turned and hid the light and stumbled on into the growing dark. He had not far to go. The tunnel was some way behind; the Cleft a couple of hundred yards ahead, or less. The path was visible in the dusk, a deep rut worn in ages of passage, running now gently up in a long trough with cliffs on either side. The trough narrowed rapidly. Soon Sam came to a long flight of broad shallow steps. Now the orc-tower was right above him, frowning black, and in it the red eye glowed. Now he was hidden in the dark shadow under it. He was coming to the top of the steps and was in the Cleft at last. Ive made up my mind, he kept saying to himself. But he had not. Though he had done his best to think it out, what he was doing was altogether against the grain of his nature. Have I got it wrong. he muttered. What ought I to have done. As the sheer sides of the Cleft closed about him, before he reached the actual summit, before he looked at last on the path descending into the Nameless Land, he turned. For a moment, motionless in intolerable doubt, he looked back. He could still see, like a small blot in the gathering gloom, the mouth of the tunnel; and he thought he could see https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/clash-clans/clash-of-clans-attack-strategy.php guess where Frodo lay. He fancied there was a glimmer on the ground down there, or perhaps it was some trick of his tears, as he peered out at that high stony place where all his life had fallen in ruin. If only I could have my wish, my one wish, he sighed, to go back and find him. Then at last he turned to the road in front and took a few steps: the heaviest and the most reluctant he had ever taken. 734 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Only a few steps; and please click for source only a few more and he would clans maps of clash going down and would never see that high place again. And then suddenly he heard cries and voices. He stood still as stone. Orc-voices. They were behind him and before him. A noise of tramping feet and harsh shouts: Orcs were coming up to the Cleft from the far side, from some entry to the tower, perhaps. Tramping feet and shouts behind. He wheeled round. He saw small red lights, torches, winking away below there as they issued from the link. At last the hunt was up. The red eye of the tower had not been blind. He was caught. Now the flicker of approaching torches and the clink of steel ahead Guardian tales pc very near. In a minute they would reach the top and be on him. He had taken too long in making up his mind, and now it was no good. How could he escape, or save himself, or save the Ring. The Ring. He was not aware of any thought or decision. He simply found himself drawing out the chain and taking the Ring in his hand. The head of the orc-company appeared in the Cleft right before him. Then he put it on. The world changed, and a single moment of time was filled with an hour of thought. At once he was aware that hearing was sharpened while sight was dimmed, but otherwise than in Shelobs lair. All things about him now were not dark but vague; while he himself was there in a grey hazy world, alone, like a small black solid rock, and the Ring, weighing down his left hand, was like an orb of hot gold. He did not feel invisible at all, but horribly and uniquely visible; and he knew that somewhere an Eye was searching for him. He heard the crack of stone, and the murmur of water far off in Morgul Vale; and down away under the rock the bubbling misery of Shelob, groping, lost in some blind passage; and voices in the dungeons of the tower; and the cries of the Orcs as they came out of the tunnel; and deafening, roaring in his ears, the crash of the feet and the rending clamour of the Orcs before him. He shrank against the cliff. But they marched up like a phantom company, grey distorted figures in a mist, only dreams of fear with pale flames in their hands. And they passed him by. He cowered, trying to creep away into some cranny and to hide. He listened. The Orcs from the tunnel and the others marching down had sighted one another, and both parties were now hurrying and shouting. He heard them both clearly, and he understood what they said. Perhaps the Ring gave understanding of tongues, or simply understanding, especially of the servants of Sauron its maker, so that if he gave heed, he understood and translated the thought to himself. Certainly the Ring had grown greatly in power as it approached the places of its forging; but one thing it did not confer, and that was T HE CHOIC ES O F MASTER SAMWI SE 735 courage. At present Sam still thought only of hiding, of lying low till all was quiet again; and he listened anxiously. He could not tell how near the voices were, the words seemed almost in his ears. Hola. Gorbag. What are you doing up here. Had enough of war already. Orders, you lubber. And what are you doing, Shagrat. Tired of lurking up there. Thinking of coming down to fight. Orders to you. Im in command of this pass. So speak civil. Whats your report.

Why do you care what theyre doing at night. Im just trying to show you theyre not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are. The intensity of his gaze made her blush. They dont use Dark Magic, though. She dropped her voice. And youre being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatevers down there - Snapes coc th5 face contorted and he spluttered, Saved. Saved. You think he was playing the hero. He was saving his neck and his friends too. Youre not going to - I wont let you - Let me. Let me. Lilys bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once. I didnt mean - I just dont want to see you made a fool of - He fancies you, James Potter fancies you. The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. And hes not. everyone thinks. big Quidditch hero - Snapes bitterness and dislike were rendering him incoherent, and Lilys eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead. I know James Potters an arrogant toerag, she said, cutting across Snape. I dont need you to tell me that. But Mulcibers and Averys idea of humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I dont understand how themed crossword can be friends with them. Harry doubted that Snape had even heard her strictures on Mulciber and Avery. The moment she had insulted James Potter, his whole body had relaxed, and as they walked away there was a new spring in Snapes step. And the scene dissolved. Harry watched again as Snape left the Great Hall after sitting his O. in Defense Against the Dark Arts, watched as he wandered away from the castle and strayed inadvertently close to the place beneath the beech tree where James, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew sat together. But Harry kept his distance this time, because he knew what happened after James had hoisted Severus into the air and taunted him; he knew what had been done and said, and it gave him no pleasure to hear it again. He watched as Lily joined the group and went to Snapes defense. Distantly he heard Snape shout at her in his humiliation and his fury, the unforgivable word: Mudblood. The scene changed. Im sorry. Im not interested. Im sorry. Save your breath. It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here. I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just - Slipped out. There was no pity in Lilys voice. Its too late. Ive made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends - you see, you dont even deny it. You dont even deny thats what youre all aiming to be. You cant wait to join You-Know-Who, can you. He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. I cant pretend Modern warfare 2 pc. Youve chosen your way, Ive chosen mine. No - listen, I didnt mean - - to call me Mudblood. But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different. He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole. The corridor dissolved, and the scene took a little longer to re-form: Harry seemed to fly through shifting shapes and colors until his surroundings solidified again and he stood on a hilltop, forlorn and cold in the darkness, the wind whistling through the branches of a few leafless trees. The adult Snape was panting, turning on the spot, his wand gripped tightly in his hand, waiting for something or for someone. His fear infected Harry too, even though he knew that he could not be harmed, and he looked over his shoulder, wondering what it was that Snape was waiting for - Then a blinding, jagged jet of white light flew through the air: Harry thought of lightning, but Snape had dropped to his knees and his wand had flown out of his hand. Dont kill me. That was not my intention. Any sound of Dumbledore Apparating had been drowned by the sound of the wind in the branches. He stood before Snape with his robes whipping around him, and his face was illuminated from below in the light cast by his wand. Well, Severus. What message does Lord Voldemort have for me. No - no message - Im here on my own account. Snape was wringing his hands: He looked a little mad, with his straggling black hair flying around Modern warfare 2 pc. I - I come with a warning - Modern warfare 2 pc, a request - please - Dumbledore flicked his wand. Though leaves and branches still flew through the night air around them, silence fell on the spot where he and Snape faced each other. What request could a Death Eater make of me. The - the prophecy. the prediction. Trelawney. Ah, yes, said Dumbledore. How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort. Everything - everything I heard. said Snape. That is why - it is for that reason - he thinks it means Lily Evans. The prophecy did not refer to a woman, said Dumbledore. It spoke of a boy born at the end of July - You know what I mean. He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down - kill them all - If she means so much to you, said Dumbledore, surely Lord Voldemort will spare her. Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son. I have - I have asked him - You disgust me, said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/best/best-ww2-strategy-games.php to shrink a little. You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child. They can die, as long as you have what Modern warfare 2 pc want. Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore. Hide them all, then, he croaked. Keep her - them - safe. Please. And what will you give me in return, Severus.