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There you are. came the answer. Its all quite useless. He said so himself. You are the fool, going on hoping and toiling. You could have lain down and gone to sleep together days ago, if you hadnt been so dogged. But youll die just the same, or worse. You might just as well lie down now and give it up. Youll never get to the top anyway. Ill get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind, said Sam. And Ill carry Link. Frodo up myself, if it breaks my back and heart. So stop arguing. At that moment Sam felt a tremor in the ground beneath him, and he heard or sensed a deep remote rumble as of thunder imprisoned under the earth. There was a brief red flame that flickered under the clouds and died away. The Mountain too slept uneasily. The last stage of their journey to Orodruin came, and it was a torment greater than Sam had ever thought that he could bear. He was in pain, and so parched that he could no longer swallow even a 940 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS mouthful of food. It remained dark, not only because of man remastered spider smokes of the Mountain: there seemed to be a storm coming up, and away to the south-east there was a shimmer of lightnings under the black skies. Worst of all, the air was full of fumes; breathing was painful and difficult, and a dizziness came on them, so that they staggered and often fell. And yet their wills did not yield, and they struggled on. The Mountain crept up ever nearer, until, if they lifted their heavy heads, it filled all their sight, looming vast before them: a huge mass of ash and slag and burned stone, out of which a sheer-sided cone was raised into the clouds. Before the daylong dusk ended and true night came again they had crawled and stumbled to its very feet. With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground. Sam sat by him. To his surprise he felt tired but lighter, and his head seemed clear again. No more debates disturbed his mind. He knew all the arguments of despair and would not listen to them. His will was set, and only death would break it. He felt no longer either desire or need of sleep, but rather of watchfulness. He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp. But when would it come. The night seemed endless and timeless, minute after minute falling dead and adding up to no passing hour, bringing no change. Sam began to wonder if a second darkness had begun and no day would ever reappear. At last he groped for Frodos hand. It was cold and trembling. His master was shivering. I didnt ought to have left my blanket behind, muttered Sam; and lying down he tried to comfort Frodo with his arms and body. Then sleep took him, and the dim light of the last day of their quest found them side by side. The wind had fallen the day before as it shifted from the West, and now it came from the North and began to rise; and slowly the light of the unseen Sun filtered down into the shadows where the hobbits lay. Now for it. Now for the last gasp. said Sam as he struggled to his feet. He bent over Frodo, rousing him gently. Frodo groaned; but with a great effort of will he staggered up; and then he fell upon his knees again. He raised his eyes with difficulty to the dark slopes of Mount Doom towering above him, and then pitifully he began to crawl forward on his hands. Sam looked at him and wept in his heart, but no tears came to his dry and stinging eyes. I said Id carry him, if it broke my back, he muttered, and I will. Come, Mr. Frodo. he cried. I cant carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get. Come on, Mr. Frodo dear. Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and hell go. M OU NT D O OM 941 As Frodo clung upon his back, arms loosely about his neck, legs clasped firmly under his arms, Sam staggered to his feet; and then to his amazement he felt the burden light. He had feared that he would have barely strength to lift his master alone, and beyond that he had expected to share in the dreadful dragging weight of the accursed Ring. But it was not so. Whether because Frodo was so worn by his long pains, wound of knife, and venomous sting, and sorrow, fear, and homeless wandering, or because some gift of final strength was given to him, Sam lifted Frodo learn more here no more difficulty than if he were carrying a hobbit-child pig-a-back in some romp on the lawns or hayfields of the Shire. He took a deep breath and started off. They had reached the Mountains foot on its northern side, and a little to the westward; there its long grey slopes, though broken, were not sheer. Frodo did not speak, and so Sam struggled on as best he could, having no guidance but the will to climb as high as might be before his strength gave out and his will broke. On he toiled, up and up, turning this way and that to lessen the slope, often stumbling forward, and at the last crawling like a snail with a heavy burden on its back. When his will could drive him no further, and his limbs gave way, he stopped and laid his master gently down. Frodo opened his eyes and drew a breath. It was easier to breathe up here above the reeks that coiled and drifted down below. Thank you, Sam, he said in a cracked whisper. How far is there to go. I dont know, said Sam, because I dont know where were going. He looked back, and then he looked up; and he was amazed to see how far his last effort had brought him. The Mountain standing ominous and alone had looked taller than it was. Sam saw now that it was less lofty than the high passes of the Ephel Du´ ath which he and Frodo had scaled. The confused and tumbled shoulders of its great base rose for maybe three thousand feet above the plain, and above them was reared half as high again its tall central cone, like a vast oast or chimney capped click here a jagged crater. But already Sam was more than half way up the base, and the plain of Gorgoroth was dim below him, wrapped in fume and shadow. As he looked up he would have given a shout, if just click for source parched throat had allowed him; for amid the rugged humps and shoulders above him he saw plainly a path or road. It climbed like a click to see more girdle from the west and wound snakelike about the Mountain, until before it went round out of view it reached the foot of the cone upon its eastern side. Sam could not see the course immediately above him, where it was lowest, for a steep slope went up from where he stood; but he 942 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS guessed that if he could only struggle on just a little way further up, they would strike this path. A gleam of hope returned to him. They might conquer the Mountain yet. Why, it might have been put there a-purpose. he said to himself. If it wasnt there, Id have to say I was beaten in the end. The path was not put there for the purposes of Sam. He did not know it, but he was looking at Saurons Road from Barad-duˆr to the Sammath Naur, the Chambers of Fire. Out from the Dark Towers huge western gate it came over a deep abyss by a vast bridge of iron, and then passing into the plain it ran for a league between two smoking chasms, and so reached a long sloping causeway that led up on to the Mountains eastern side. Thence, turning and encircling all its wide girth from south to click at this page, it climbed at last, high in the upper cone, but still far from the reeking summit, to a dark entrance that gazed back east straight to the Window of the Eye in Saurons shadow-mantled fortress. Often blocked or destroyed by the tumults of the Mountains furnaces, always that road was repaired and cleared again by the labours of countless orcs. Sam drew a deep breath. There was a path, but how he was to get up the slope to it he did not know. First he must ease his aching back. He lay flat beside Frodo for a while. Neither spoke. Slowly the light visit web page. Suddenly a sense of urgency which he did not understand came to Sam. It was almost as if he had been called: Now, now, or it will be too late. He braced himself and got up. Frodo also seemed to have felt the call. He struggled to his knees. Ill crawl, Sam, he gasped. So foot by foot, like small grey insects, learn more here crept up the slope. They came to the path and found that it was broad, paved with broken rubble and beaten ash. Frodo clambered on to it, and then moved as this web page by some compulsion he turned slowly to face the East. Far off the shadows of Sauron hung; but torn by some gust of wind out of the world, or else moved by some great disquiet within, the mantling clouds swirled, and for a moment drew aside; and then he saw, rising black, blacker and darker than the vast shades amid which it stood, the cruel pinnacles and iron crown of the topmost tower of Barad-duˆr. One moment only it stared out, but as from some great window immeasurably high there stabbed northward a flame of red, the flicker of a piercing Eye; and then the shadows were furled again and the terrible vision was removed. The Eye was not turned to them: it was gazing north to where the Captains of the West stood at bay, and thither all its malice was now bent, as the Power moved to strike its deadly blow; but Frodo at that dreadful glimpse fell as one stricken mortally. His hand sought the chain about his neck. Sam knelt by him. Faint, almost inaudibly, he heard Frodo whis- M OU NT D O OM 943 pering: Help me, Sam. Help me, Sam. Hold my hand. I cant stop it. Sam took his masters hands and laid them together, palm to palm, and kissed them; and then he held them gently between his own. The thought came suddenly to him: Hes spotted us. Its all up, or it soon will be. Now, Sam Gamgee, this is the end of ends. Again he lifted Frodo and drew his hands down to his own breast, letting his masters legs dangle. Then he bowed his head and struggled off along the climbing road. It was not as easy a way to take as it had looked at first. By fortune the fires that had poured forth in the great turmoils when Sam stood upon Cirith Ungol had flowed down mainly on the southern and western slopes, and the road on this side was not blocked. Yet in many places it had crumbled away or was crossed by gaping rents. After climbing eastward for some time it bent back upon itself at a sharp angle and went westward for a space. There at the bend it was cut deep through a crag of old weathered stone once long ago vomited from the Mountains furnaces. Panting under his load Sam turned the bend; and even as he did so, out of the corner of his eye, he had a glimpse of something falling from the crag, like a small piece of black stone that had toppled go here as he passed. A sudden weight smote him and he crashed forward, tearing the backs of his hands that still clasped his masters. Then he knew what had happened, for above him as he lay he heard a hated voice. Wicked masster. it hissed. Wicked masster cheats us; cheats Sme´agol, gollum. He musstnt go coc clan war way. He musstnt hurt Preciouss. Give it to Sme´agol, yess, give it to us. Give it to uss. With a violent heave Sam rose up. At once he drew his sword; but he could do nothing. Gollum and Frodo were locked together. Gollum was tearing at his master, trying to get at the chain and the Ring. This was probably the only thing that could have roused the dying embers of Frodos heart and will: an attack, an attempt to wrest his treasure from him by force. He fought back with a sudden fury that amazed Sam, and Gollum also. Even so things might have gone far otherwise, if Gollum himself had remained unchanged; but whatever dreadful paths, lonely and hungry and waterless, he had trodden, driven by a devouring desire and a terrible fear, they had left grievous marks on him. He was a lean, starved, haggard thing, all bones and tight-drawn sallow skin. A wild light flamed in his eyes, but his malice was no longer matched by his old griping strength. Frodo flung him off and rose up quivering. Down, down. he gasped, clutching his hand to his breast, so that beneath the cover of his leather shirt he clasped the Ring. Down, you creeping thing, and out of console elden ring path. Your time is at an end. You cannot betray me or slay me now. 944 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Then suddenly, as before under the eaves of the Emyn Muil, Sam saw these two rivals with other vision. A crouching shape, scarcely more than the shadow of a living thing, a creature now wholly ruined and defeated, yet filled with a hideous lust and rage; and before it stood stern, untouchable now by pity, a figure robed in white, but at its breast it held please click for source wheel of fire. Out of the fire there spoke a commanding voice. Begone, and trouble me no more. If you touch me ever again, you shall be cast yourself into the Fire of Doom. The crouching shape backed away, terror in its blinking eyes, and yet at the same time insatiable desire. Then the vision passed and Sam saw Frodo standing, hand on breast, his breath coming in great gasps, and Gollum at his feet, resting on his knees with his wide-splayed hands upon the ground. Look out. cried Sam. Hell spring. He stepped forward, brandishing his sword. Quick, Master. he gasped. Go on. Go on. No time to lose. Ill deal with him. Go on. Frodo looked at him as if at one now far away. Yes, I must go on, he said. Farewell, Sam. This is the end at last. On Mount Doom doom shall fall. Farewell. He turned and went on, walking slowly but erect, up the climbing path. Now. said Sam. At last I can deal with you. He leaped forward with drawn blade ready for battle. But Gollum did not spring. He fell flat upon the ground and whimpered. Dont kill us, he wept. Dont hurt us with nassty cruel steel. Let us live, yes, live just a little longer. Lost lost. Were lost. And when Precious goes well die, yes, die into the dust. He clawed up the ashes of the path with his long fleshless fingers. Dusst. he hissed. Sams 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 Gollums 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 dont 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 M OU NT D O OM 945 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 Mountains 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 Mountains 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 Sackboy pc 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. Master. cried Sam. Then Frodo stirred and spoke with a clear voice, indeed with learn more here 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 Read article 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 Sams sight. Sam gasped, but he had no chance to cry out, for at that moment many things happened. 946 T HE L Sackboy pc O F THE R INGS 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-duˆr 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 Nazguˆl, 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 Gollums long hands draw upwards to his mouth; his white fangs gleamed, and then snapped as they bit. 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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 article source 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 that is what he is worrying about, I am sure. He knows we shant agree to his going east. And he doesnt like to ask anyone to go with him, poor old fellow. Imagine it: going off to Mordor alone. Pippin shuddered. But the dear silly old hobbit, he ought to know that he hasnt got to ask. He ought to know that if we cant stop him, we shant leave him. Begging your pardon, said Sam. I dont think you understand my master at all. He isnt hesitating about which way to go. Of course not. Whats the good of Minas Tirith anyway. To him, I mean, begging your pardon, Master Boromir, he added, and turned. It was then that they discovered that Boromir, who at first had been sitting silent on the outside of the circle, was no longer there. Now wheres he got to. cried Sam, looking worried. Hes been a bit queer lately, to my mind. But anyway hes not in Ps5 strategy games 2022 business. Hes off to his home, as he always said; and no blame to him. But Mr. Frodo, he knows hes got to find the Cracks of Doom, if he can. But hes afraid. Now its come to the point, hes just plain terrified. Thats what his trouble is. Of course hes had a bit of schooling, so to speak we all have since we left home, or hed be so terrified hed just fling the Ring in the River and bolt. But hes still too frightened to start. And he isnt worrying about us either: whether well go along with him or no. He knows we mean to. Thats another thing thats bothering him. If he screws himself up to go, hell want to go alone. Mark my words. Were going to have trouble when he comes back. For hell screw himself up all right, as sure as his names Baggins. I believe you speak more wisely than any of us, Sam, said Aragorn. And what shall we do, if you prove right. Stop him. Dont let him go. cried Pippin. I wonder. said Aragorn. He is the Bearer, and the fate of the 404 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Burden is on him. I do not think that it is our part to drive him one way or the other. Nor do I think that we should succeed, if we tried. There are other powers at work far stronger. Well, I wish Frodo would screw himself up and come back, and let us get it over, said Pippin. This waiting is horrible. Surely the time is up. Yes, said Aragorn. The hour is long passed. The morning is wearing away. We must call for him. At that moment Boromir reappeared. He came out from the trees and walked towards them without speaking. His face looked grim and sad. He paused as if counting those that were present, and then sat down aloof, with his eyes on the ground. Where have you been, Boromir. asked Aragorn. Have you seen Frodo. Boromir for pc 2 download igi for a second. Yes, and no, he answered slowly. Yes: I found him some way up the hill, and I spoke to him. I urged him to come to Minas Tirith and not to Ps5 strategy games 2022 east. I grew angry and he left me. He vanished. I have never seen such a thing happen before, though I have heard of it in tales. He must have put the Ring on. I could not find him again. I thought he would return to you. Is Ps5 strategy games 2022 all that you have to say. said Aragorn, looking hard and not too kindly at Boromir. This web page, he answered. I will say no more yet. This is bad. cried Sam, jumping up. I dont know what this Man has been up to. Why should Mr. Frodo put the thing on. He didnt oughttohave; andifhehas, goodness knowswhatmayhavehappened. But he wouldnt keep it on, said Merry. Not when he had escaped the unwelcome visitor, like Bilbo used to. Ps5 strategy games 2022 where did he go. Where is he. cried Pippin. Hes been away ages now. How long is it since you saw Frodo last, Boromir. asked Aragorn. Half an hour, maybe, he answered. Or it might be an hour. I have wandered for some time since. I do not know. I do not know. Go here put his head in his hands, and sat as if bowed with grief. An hour since he vanished.

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