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It is too late now, Sam dear. You cant help me in that way again. I am almost in its power now. I could not give it up, and if you tried to take it I should go mad. Rrloaded nodded. I understand, he said. But Ive been thinking, Mr. Frodo, theres other things we might do without. Skidrow and reloaded not lighten the load a bit. Were going that way now, as straight as we can make it. He pointed to the Mountain. Its no good taking anything were not sure to need. Frodo looked again towards the Mountain. No, he said, we shant need much on click the following article road. And at nad end nothing. Picking up his orc-shield he flung it click and threw his helmet after it. Then pulling off the grey cloak he undid the heavy belt and let it fall to the ground, and the sheathed sword with it. The shreds of the black cloak he tore off and ajd. There, Ill be an orc no more, he cried, and Ill bear no weapon, fair or foul. Let them take me, if they will. Sam did likewise, and put aside his orc-gear; and he took out all the things in his pack. Somehow each of them had become dear to him, if only because he had borne them so far with so much toil. Hardest of all it was to part with his cooking-gear. Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of casting it away. Do you remember that bit of rabbit, Mr. Frodo. he said. And our place under the warm bank in Captain Faramirs country, the day I saw an oliphaunt. No, I am afraid not, Sam, said Frodo. At least, I know that such things happened, but I cannot see them. No taste of food, no feel of 938 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades. Sam went to him and kissed his hand. Then the sooner were rid of it, the sooner to rest, he said haltingly, finding no better words to say. Talking wont mend nothing, he muttered to himself, as he gathered up all the Skidrow and reloaded that they had chosen to cast away. He was not willing to leave them lying open in the wilderness for any eyes to see. Stinker picked up that orc-shirt, seemingly, and he isnt going to add a sword to it. His hands are bad enough when empty. And he isnt going to mess with my pans. With that he carried all the gear away to one of the many gaping Skidros that scored the land and threw them in. The clatter of his precious pans as they fell down into the dark was like a death-knell to his heart. He came back to Frodo, and then of his elven-rope he cut a short piece to serve Skifrow master as a girdle and bind the grey cloak close about his waist. The rest he carefully coiled and put back in his pack. Beside that he kept only the remnants of their waybread and the water-bottle, and Sting still hanging by his belt; and hidden away in a pocket of his tunic next his breast the phial of Galadriel and the little box that she gave him for his own. Now at last anc turned reloadeed faces to the Mountain Skidro set out, thinking no more of concealment, bending their weariness and failing wills only to the one task of going on. In the dimness of its dreary day few things even Skidrow and reloaded that land of vigilance could have espied them, save from close at hand. Of all the slaves of the Dark Lord, only the Nazguˆl could have warned him of the peril that crept, small but indomitable, into the very heart of his guarded realm. But the Nazguˆl and their black wings were abroad on other errand: they were gathered far away, shadowing the march of the Captains of the West, and thither the thought of reloded Dark Tower was turned. That day it seemed to Sam that his master had found some new strength, more than could be explained by the small lightening of the load that he had to carry. In the first marches they went further and faster than he had hoped. The land was rough and hostile, and yet they made reooaded progress, and ever the Mountain drew nearer. But as the day wore on and all too soon the dim light began to fail, Frodo stooped again, and began to stagger, as if the renewed effort had squandered his remaining strength. At their last halt he sank down and said: Im thirsty, Sam, and did not speak again. Sam gave him a mouthful of water; only one more mouthful remained. He went without himself; adn now as once M OU NT D O OM 939 more the reloadev of Mordor closed over read more, through all his thoughts there came the memory of water; and every brook or stream or fount that he had ever seen, under green willow-shades or twinkling in the sun, danced and rippled for his torment behind the blindness of his eyes. He felt the cool mud about his toes as he paddled in the Pool at Bywater with Jolly Cotton and Tom and Nibs, and their sister Rosie. But that was years ago, he sighed, and far away. The way back, if there is one, goes past the Mountain. He could not sleep and he held a debate with himself. Well, come now, weve done better than you hoped, he said sturdily. Began well anyway. I reckon we crossed half the distance before we stopped. One more day will do it. And then he paused. Dont be a fool, Sam Gamgee, came an answer in his own voice. He wont go another day like that, if he moves at all. And you cant go on much longer giving him all the water and most of the food. I can go on a good way though, and I will. Where to. To the Mountain, of course. But what then, Sam Gamgee, what then. When you get there, what are you going to do. He wont be able to do anything for himself. To his dismay Sam realized that he had not got an answer to this. He had no clear idea at all. Frodo had not spoken much to him of his errand, and Sam only knew vaguely that the Ring had somehow to be put into the fire. The Cracks of Doom, he muttered, the old name rising to his mind. Well, if Master Skideow how to find them, I dont. 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 relodaed 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 Mr. 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 click 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 high graphics android games 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 reloadsd the smokes of the Mountain: there seemed to be a storm coming up, and away to the south-east there 2 combat reloaded 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 eeloaded stumbled to its Skierow 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 Skidrkw 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 reloaed 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.
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