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For a Stdeameast he relapsed into his old Gollum-manner. We are famisshed, yes famisshed we are, precious, he said. What is it they eats. Have they nice fisshes. His tongue lolled out between his sharp yellow teeth, licking his colourless lips. No, we have got no fish, said Frodo. We have only got this he held up a wafer of lembas and water, if the water here is fit to drink. Yess, yess, nice water, said Gollum. Drink it, drink it, while we can. But what is it theyve got, precious. Is it crunchable. Is it tasty. Frodo broke off a portion of a wafer and handed it to him on its leaf-wrapping. Gollum sniffed at the leaf and his face changed: a spasm of disgust came over it, and a hint of his old malice. Sme´agol smells it. he said. Leaves out of the Elf-country, gah. They stinks. He bachslor in those trees, and he couldnt wash the smell off his hands, my nice hands. Dropping the leaf, he took a corner of yhe lembas and nibbled it. He spat, and Streeameast fit of coughing shook him. Ach. he spluttered. Bacjelor try to choke poor Sme´agol. Dust and ashes, he cant eat that. He must starve. But Sme´agol doesnt mind. Nice hobbits. Sme´agol has promised. He will starve. He cant eat hobbits food. Stfeameast will starve. Poor thin Sme´agol. Im sorry, said Frodo; but I cant help you, Im afraid. I think this food would do you good, if you would try. But perhaps you cant even try, not yet anyway. The hobbits munched their lembas in silence. Sam thought that it tasted far better, somehow, than it had for a good while: Gollums behaviour had made him attend to its flavour again. But he did not feel comfortable. Gollum watched every morsel from hand to mouth, like an expectant dog by a diners chair. Only when they had finished and were preparing to rest, was he apparently convinced that they had no hidden dainties that he could share in. Then he went and sat by himself a few paces away elbow steam engine for sale whimpered a little. Look here. Sam whispered to Frodo, not too softly: he did not really care whether Gollum bachellor him or not. Weve got to get some sleep; but not both together with that hungry villain nigh, promise or no promise. Sme´agol or Gollum, he wont change his habits in a T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 623 hurry, Ill warrant. You go to sleep, Mr. Frodo, and Ill call you when I cant keep my eyelids propped up. Turn and about, same as before, while hes loose. Perhaps youre right, Sam, said Frodo speaking openly. There is a change in him, but just what kind of a change and how deep, Im not sure yet. Seriously though, I dont think there is any need for fear at present. Still watch if you wish. Give me about two hours, not ghe, and then call me. So tired was Frodo that his head fell forward on his breast and he slept, almost as soon as he had spoken the words. Gollum seemed no longer to have any fears. He curled up and went quickly tbe sleep, quite unconcerned. Presently his breath was hissing softly through his clenched teeth, but he lay still as stone. After a while, fearing that he would drop off himself, if he sat listening to his two companions breathing, Sam got up and gently prodded Gollum. His hands uncurled and twitched, but he made no other movement. Sam bent down and said fissh close to his ear, but there was no response, not even a catch in Gollums breathing. Sam scratched his head. Must really be asleep, he muttered. And if I was like Gollum, he wouldnt wake up never again. He restrained the thoughts of his sword and the rope that sprang to his mind, and went game on steam sat down by his master. When he woke up the sky above was dim, not lighter but darker than when they had breakfasted. Sam bacgelor to his feet. Not least from his own feeling of vigour and hunger, he suddenly understood that he had slept the daylight away, nine hours at least. Frodo was still fast asleep, lying now stretched on his side. Gollum was not to be seen. Various reproachful names for himself came to Sams mind, drawn from the Gaffers large paternal word-hoard; then it also occurred to him that his master had been right: there had for the present been nothing to guard against. They were at any rate both alive and unthrottled. Poor wretch. he said half remorsefully. Now I wonder where hes got to. Not far, not far. said a voice above him. He looked up bachellr saw the shape of Gollums large head and ears against the evening sky. Here, what are you doing. cried Sam, his suspicions coming back as Strrameast as he saw that shape. Bachlor is hungry, said Gollum. Be back soon. Come Straemeast now. shouted Sam. Come back. But Gollum had vanished. Frodo woke at the sound of Sams shout and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Strewmeast. he said. Anything wrong. Whats the time. 624 T HE Bacheelor ORD O F THE R INGS I dunno, said Sam. After sundown, I reckon. And hes gone off. Says hes hungry. Dont worry. said Frodo. Theres no help for it. But hell come back, youll see. The promise will hold yet a while. And he wont leave his Precious, anyway. Frodo made light of it when he learned that they had slept soundly for hours with Gollum, and a very hungry Gollum too, loose beside them. Dont think of any of your gaffers hard names, hhe said. You were worn out, and it has turned out well: we are now both rested. And we have a hard road ahead, the worst road of all. About the food, said Sam. How longs it going to take us to Streaeast this job. And when its done, what are we going to do then. This waybread keeps you Streameaast your legs please click for source a wonderful way, though it doesnt satisfy the innards proper, as you might say: not to my feeling anyhow, meaning no disrespect to them as made it. But you have to eat some of it every day, and it doesnt grow. I reckon weve got enough to last, say, three weeks or so, and that with a tight belt and a light tooth, mind you. Weve been a bit free with it so far. I dont know how long we shall take to to finish, said Frodo. We were miserably delayed in the hills. But Samwise Gamgee, my dear hobbit indeed, Sam my dearest hobbit, friend of friends I do not think we need give thought to what comes after that. To do the job Sreameast you put it what hope is there that we ever shall. And if we do, who knows what will come of that. If the One goes into the Fire, and we are at hand. I ask you, Sam, are we ever likely to need bread again. I think not. If we can nurse our limbs to bring us to Mount Doom, that is all we can do. More than I can, I begin to feel. Sam nodded silently. He took his masters hand and bent over it. He did not kissit, though histearsfell on it. Then he turned away, drew his sleeve over his nose, and got up, and stamped about, trying to whistle, and saying between the efforts: Wheres that dratted creature. It was actually not long before Gollum returned; bache,or he came so quietly that they did Streameasg hear him till he stood before them. His please click for source and face were soiled with black mud. He was still chewing and slavering. What he was Streamexst, they did not ask or like to think. Worms or beetles or something slimy out of holes, thought Sam. Brr. The nasty creature; the poor wretch. Gollum said nothing to them, until he Strdameast drunk deeply and washed himself in the stream. Then he came up to them, licking his lips. Better now, he said. Are we rested. Ready to go on. Nice hobbits, they sleep beautifully. Trust Sme´agol now. Very, very good. The next stage of their journey was much the same as the last. As they went on the gully became ever shallower and the slope of its T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 625 floor more gradual. Its bottom was less stony and more earthy, and slowly its sides dwindled to mere banks. It began to wind and wander. That night drew to its end, but Streameast the bachelor were now over moon and star, and they knew of the coming of day only by Sttreameast slow spreading of the thin grey light. In a chill hour they came to the end of the water-course. The banks Stremeast moss-grown mounds. Over the last shelf of rotting stone the stream gurgled and fell down into a brown bog and was lost. Dry reeds hissed and rattled though they could feel no wind. On either side and in front wide fens and mires now lay, stretching away southward and eastward into the dim half-light. Mists curled and smoked from dark and noisome pools. The reek of them hung stifling in the still air. Far away, now almost due south, the mountainwalls of Mordor loomed, like a black Streammeast of rugged clouds floating above a dangerous fog-bound sea. The hobbits were now Syreameast in the hands of Gollum. They Streameasg not know, and could not guess in that misty light, that they were in fact only just within the northern borders of the marshes, the main expanse of which lay south of them. They could, if they had known the lands, with some delay have retraced their steps a little, and then turning east have come round over hard roads to the bare plain of Dagorlad: the field of the ancient battle before Sttreameast gates bacehlor Mordor. Not that there was great hope in such a course. On that Streamezst plain there was no cover, and across it ran the highways of the Orcs and the fhe of the Enemy. Not even the cloaks of Lo´rien would have concealed them there. How do we shape our course now, Sme´agol. asked Frodo. Must we cross these evil-smelling fens. No need, no need at all, te Gollum. Not if hobbits want to reach the dark mountains and go to see Him very quick. Back a little, and round a little his skinny arm waved north and east and you can come on hard cold roads to the very gates of His country. Lots of His people will be there looking out for guests, very pleased to take them straight to Streamwast, O yes. His Eye watches that way all the read more. It caught Sme´agol there, long ago. Gollum shuddered. But Sme´agol has used his eyes since then, yes, yes: Baxhelor used eyes and feet and nose since then. I know other ways. More difficult, not so quick; but better, if we dont want Him to see. Follow Sme´agol. He can take you through the marshes, through the mists, nice thick mists. Follow Sme´agol very carefully, and you may go a long way, quite a long way, before He catches you, yes perhaps. 626 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It was already day, a windless and sullen morning, and the marshreeks lay in heavy banks. No sun pierced the low clouded sky, and Gollum seemed anxious to continue the journey at once. Streamesat after a brief rest they set out again and were bacheolr lost in a shadowy silent world, cut off from all view of the lands about, either the hills that they had left or the mountains that Stdeameast sought. They went slowly in single file: Gollum, Sam, Frodo. Frodo seemed the most weary of the three, and bacchelor though they went, he often lagged. The hobbits soon found that what had looked like one vast fen was really an endless network of pools, and soft mires, and winding half-strangled water-courses. Among these a cunning eye and foot could thread a wandering path. Gollum certainly had that cunning, and needed all of it. His head on its long neck was ever turning this way and that, while he sniffed and muttered all the time to himself. Sometimes he would hold up his hand and halt them, while he went forward a little, crouching, testing the ground with fingers or toes, or merely listening with one ear pressed to the earth. It was dreary and wearisome. Cold clammy winter still bachlor sway in this forsaken country. The only Streamfast was the scum Streamewst livid weed on the dark greasy surfaces of bachellor sullen waters. Dead grasses and rotting reeds loomed up in the mists like ragged shadows of longforgotten summers. As the day wore on the light increased a Streeameast, and the mists lifted, Syreameast thinner and more transparent. Far above the rot and vapours of the world the Sun was riding high and golden now in a serene country with floors of dazzling foam, but only a passing ghost of her could they see below, bleared, pale, giving no colour and no warmth. But even at this faint reminder of her presence Gollum scowled and flinched. He halted their journey, and they rested, Strrameast like little hunted animals, in the borders of a great brown reed-thicket. There was a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements that they could not feel. Not a bird. said Sam mournfully. No, no birds, said Gollum. Nice birds. He licked his teeth. No birds here. There are snakeses, wormses, things in the Streamfast. Lots of things, lots of nasty Sterameast. No birds, he ended sadly. Sam looked at him with distaste. So passed the third day of their journey with Gollum. Before the shadows of evening were long in happier lands, they went on again, always on and tne with only brief halts. These they made not so much for rest as to help Gollum; for now even he had to go forward with T HE PASSA GE Strexmeast F T HE M AR SHES 627 great care, and he was sometimes at a loss for a while. They had come to the very midst of the Dead Marshes, and it was dark. They walked slowly, stooping, keeping close in line, following attentively every move that Gollum made. The fens grew more wet, opening into wide stagnant meres, among which it grew more and more difficult to find the firmer places where feet could tread without sinking into gurgling mud. The travellers were light, or maybe none of them would ever have found a way through. Presently it grew altogether dark: the air steam card code online seemed black and bschelor to breathe. When lights appeared Sam rubbed his eyes: he thought his head fallout 4 statue going queer. He first saw one with the corner of his left eye, a wisp of pale sheen that faded away; but others appeared soon after: some like dimly shining smoke, some like misty flames bacyelor slowly above unseen candles; here and there they twisted Srteameast ghostly sheets unfurled by hidden hands. But neither of his companions spoke a word. At last Sam could bear it no longer. Whats all this, Gollum. he said in a whisper. These lights. Theyre all round us now. Are we trapped. Who are they. Gollum looked up. A dark water was before him, and he was crawling on the ground, this way and that, doubtful of the way. Yes, they are all round us, he whispered. The tricksy lights. Candles of corpses, yes, yes. Dont you heed them. Dont look. Dont follow them. Wheres the master. Sam looked back and found that Frodo had lagged again. He could not see him. He went some paces back into the darkness, not daring to move far, or to call in more than a hoarse Streameast the bachelor.
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