![]() Farewell!’ He turned and went on, walking slowly but erect, up the climbing path. Go on!’įrodo looked at him as if at one now far away. ‘He’ll spring!’ He stepped forward, brandishing his sword. 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. The crouching shape backed away, terror in its blinking eyes, and yet at the same time insatiable desire. ‘Begone, and trouble me no more! If you ever touch me again, you shall be cast yourself into the Fire of Mt. Out of the fire there spoke a commanding voice. 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 a wheel of fire. ![]() Then suddenly, as before under the eaves of the Emyn Muil, Sam saw these two rivals with other vision. ‘Down, you creeping thing, and out of my path! Your time is at an end. ‘Down, down!’ he gasped, clutching his hand to his breast, so that beneath the cover of his leather shirt he clasped the Ring. Frodo flung him off and rose up quivering. A wild light flamed in his eyes, but his malice was no longer matched by his old griping strength. He was a lean, starved, haggard thing, all bones and tight-drawn sallow skin. Even so things might have gone 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 fought back with a sudden fury that amazed Sam, and Gollum also. This was probably the only thing that could have roused the dying embers of Frodo’s heart and will: an attack, an attempt to wrest his treasure from him by force. Gollum was tearing at his master, trying to get at the chain and the Ring. At once he drew his sword but he could do nothing. Give it to Sméagol, yess, give it to uss!’ ‘Wicked master cheats us cheats Sméagol, gollum. Then he knew what had happened, for above him as he lay he heard a hated voice. 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 off as he passed.Ī sudden weight smote him and he crashed forward, tearing the backs of his hands that still clasped his master’s. There at the bend it was cut deep through a crag of old weathered stone once long ago vomited from the Mountain’s furnaces. Those not interested should scroll past it to the images.īook scenes: Two excerpts from Mount Doom.Īfter climbing eastward for some time bent back upon itself at a sharp angle and went westward for a space. There is, however, a long discussion section. For this post, the book scene will come first.
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