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Hardly twenty paces from where the hobbits lurked the small orc stopped Nar it snarled Im going home It pointed across the valley to the orc hold No good wearing my nose out on stones any more Theres not a trace left, I say Ive lost the scent through giving way to you It went up into the hills, not along the valley, I tell you

At last Frodo could go no further They had climbed up a narrow shelving ravine, but they still had a long way to go before they could even come in sight of the last craggy ridge I must rest now, Sam, and sleep if I can said Frodo He looked about, but there seemed nowhere even for an animal to crawl into in this dismal country At length, tired out, they slunk under a curtain of brambles that hung down like a mat over a low rock face

All right, all right said the tracker Ill say no more and go on thinking But whats the black sneak got to do with it all? That gobbler with the flapping hands?

Still we shall have to try, said Frodo Its no worse than I expected I never hoped to get across I cant see any hope of it now But Ive still got to do the best I can At present that is to avoid being captured as long as possible So we must still go northwards, I think, and see what it is like where the open plain is narrower

Then what have you seen with them? snarled the other Garn You dont even know what youre looking for

They went two or three miles further, and the orc hold was hidden from sight behind them but they had hardly begun to breathe more freely again when harsh and loud they heard orc voices Quickly they slunk out of sight behind a brown and stunted bush The voices drew nearer Presently two orcs came into view One was clad in ragged brown and was armed with a bow of horn it was of a small breed, black skinned, with wide and snuffling nostrils: evidently a tracker of some kind The other was a big fighting orc, like those of Shagrats company, bearing the token of the Eye He also had a bow at his back and carried a short broad headed spear As usual they were quarrelling, and being of different breeds they used the Common Speech after their fashion

The river bed was now some way below the path They scrambled down to it, and began to cross it To their surprise they came upon dark pools fed by threads of water trickling down from some source higher up the valley Upon its outer marges under the westward mountains Mordor was a dying land, but it was not yet dead And here things still grew, harsh, twisted, bitter, struggling for life In the glens of the Morgai on the other side of the valley low scrubby trees lurked and clung, coarse grey grass tussocks fought with the stones, and withered mosses crawled on them and everywhere great writhing, tangled brambles sprawled Some had long stabbing thorns, some hooked barbs that rent like knives The sullen shrivelled leaves of a past year hung on them, grating and rattling in the sad airs, but their maggot ridden buds were only just opening Flies, dun or grey, or black, marked like ores with a red eye shaped blotch, buzzed and stung and above the briar thickets clouds of hungry midges danced and reeled

Frodo sighed and was asleep almost before the words were spoken Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodos hand and there he sat silent till deep night fell Then at last, to keep himself awake, he crawled from the hiding place and looked out The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or of foot Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night sky was still dim and pale There, peeping among the cloud wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope for then he was thinking of himself Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his masters, ceased to trouble him He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodos side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep

I guess what itll be like, said Sam Where its narrower the Orcs and Men will just be packed closer Youll see, Mr Frodo

They went two or three miles further, and the orc hold was hidden from sight behind them but they had hardly begun to breathe more freely again when harsh and loud they heard orc voices Quickly they slunk out of sight behind a brown and stunted bush The voices drew nearer Presently two orcs came into view One was clad in ragged brown and was armed with a bow of horn it was of a small breed, black skinned, with wide and snuffling nostrils: evidently a tracker of some kind The other was a big fighting orc, like those of Shagrats company, bearing the token of the Eye He also had a bow at his back and carried a short broad headed spear As usual they were quarrelling, and being of different breeds they used the Common Speech after their fashion

Orc gears no good, said Sam, waving his arms I wish Id got an orcs hide

Now you go to sleep first, Mr Frodo, he said Its getting dark again I reckon this day is nearly over

They woke together, hand in hand Sam was almost fresh, ready for another day but Frodo sighed His sleep had been uneasy, full of dreams of fire, and waking brought him no comfort Still his sleep had not been without all healing virtue: he was stronger, more able to bear his burden one stage further They did not know the time, nor how long they had slept but after a morsel of food and a sip of water they went on up the ravine, until it ended in a sharp slope of screes and sliding stones There the last living things gave up their struggle the tops of the Morgai were grassless, bare, jagged, barren as a slate

Neither he nor Frodo knew anything of the great slave worked fields away south in this wide realm, beyond the fumes of the Mountain by the dark sad waters of Lake Núrnen nor of the great roads that ran away east and south to tributary lands, from which the soldiers of the Tower brought long waggon trains of goods and booty and fresh slaves Here in the northward regions were the mines and forges, and the musterings of long planned war and here the Dark Power, moving its armies like pieces on the board, was gathering them together Its first moves, the first feelers of its strength, had been checked upon its western line, southward and northward For the moment it withdrew them, and brought up new forces, massing them about Cirith Gorgor for an avenging stroke And if it had also been its purpose to defend the Mountain against all approach, it could scarcely have done more

They went two or three miles further, and the orc hold was hidden from sight behind them but they had hardly begun to breathe more freely again when harsh and loud they heard orc voices Quickly they slunk out of sight behind a brown and stunted bush The voices drew nearer Presently two orcs came into view One was clad in ragged brown and was armed with a bow of horn it was of a small breed, black skinned, with wide and snuffling nostrils: evidently a tracker of some kind The other was a big fighting orc, like those of Shagrats company, bearing the token of the Eye He also had a bow at his back and carried a short broad headed spear As usual they were quarrelling, and being of different breeds they used the Common Speech after their fashion

Ar Who says there isnt?

I do But I think well trust our luck together, Sam or our blessing Still, be careful now, if its very cold

I dont like the look of things at all, said Sam Pretty hopeless, I call it �?saving that where theres such a lot of folk there must be wells or water, not to mention food And these are Men not Orcs, or my eyes are all wrong

Still far away, forty miles at least, they saw Mount Doom, its feet founded in ashen ruin, its huge cone rising to a great height, where its reeking head was swathed in cloud Its fires were now dimmed, and it stood in smouldering slumber, as threatening and dangerous as a sleeping beast Behind it there hung a vast shadow, ominous as a thunder cloud, the veils of Barad d?r that was reared far way upon a long spur of the Ashen Mountains thrust down from the North The Dark Power was deep in thought, and the Eye turned inward, pondering tidings of doubt and danger: a bright sword, and a stern and kingly face it saw, and for a while it gave little thought to other things and all its great stronghold, gate on gate, and tower on tower, was wrapped in a brooding gloom

Well Sam went on Whatever they have to eat and drink, we cant get it Theres no way down that I can see And we couldnt cross all that open country crawling with enemies, even if we did get down

I do But I think well trust our luck together, Sam or our blessing Still, be careful now, if its very cold

I dont like the look of things at all, said Sam Pretty hopeless, I call it �?saving that where theres such a lot of folk there must be wells or water, not to mention food And these are Men not Orcs, or my eyes are all wrong

Who says theres bad news? shouted the soldier

Neither he nor Frodo knew anything of the great slave worked fields away south in this wide realm, beyond the fumes of the Mountain by the dark sad waters of Lake Núrnen nor of the great roads that ran away east and south to tributary lands, from which the soldiers of the Tower brought long waggon trains of goods and booty and fresh slaves Here in the northward regions were the mines and forges, and the musterings of long planned war and here the Dark Power, moving its armies like pieces on the board, was gathering them together Its first moves, the first feelers of its strength, had been checked upon its western line, southward and northward For the moment it withdrew them, and brought up new forces, massing them about Cirith Gorgor for an avenging stroke And if it had also been its purpose to defend the Mountain against all approach, it could scarcely have done more

Orc gears no good, said Sam, waving his arms I wish Id got an orcs hide

Hardly twenty paces from where the hobbits lurked the small orc stopped Nar it snarled Im going home It pointed across the valley to the orc hold No good wearing my nose out on stones any more Theres not a trace left, I say Ive lost the scent through giving way to you It went up into the hills, not along the valley, I tell you

Ar Tower raided and all, and hundreds of your lads done in, and prisoner got away If thats the way you fighters go on, small wonder theres bad news from the battles

Frodo sighed and was asleep almost before the words were spoken Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodos hand and there he sat silent till deep night fell Then at last, to keep himself awake, he crawled from the hiding place and looked out The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or of foot Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night sky was still dim and pale There, peeping among the cloud wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope for then he was thinking of himself Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his masters, ceased to trouble him He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodos side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep

All right, all right said the tracker Ill say no more and go on thinking But whats the black sneak got to do with it all? That gobbler with the flapping hands?