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Almost spider-like he looked now, crouched back on his bent limbs, with his protruding eyes. The fleeting moment had passed, beyond recall. Sneaking, sneaking. he hissed. Hobbits always so polite, yes. O nice hobbits. Sme´agol brings them up mosel ways that nobody else could find. Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty; and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they say sneak, sneak. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice. Sam felt a bit Baldjrs, though not more trustful. Sorry, he said. Im sorry, but you startled me out of my sleep. And I shouldnt have been sleeping, and that made me a bit sharp. But Mr. Frodo, hes that tired, I asked him to have a wink; and well, thats how it is. Sorry. But where have you been to. Sneaking, said Gollum, and the green glint did not leave his eyes. O very well, said Sam, root domain is it your own way. I dont suppose its so far from the truth. And Baldurs gate minsc model wed better all be sneaking along together. Whats the time. Baldurs gate minsc model it today or tomorrow. Its tomorrow, said Gollum, or this was tomorrow when hobbits went to sleep. Gatr foolish, very dangerous if poor Sme´agol wasnt sneaking about to watch. I think we shall get tired of that word soon, said Sam. But never mind. Ill wake master up. Gently he smoothed the hair back from Frodos brow, and bending down spoke softly to him. Wake up, Mr. Frodo. Wake up. Frodo stirred and opened his Baldjrs, and smiled, seeing Sams face bending over him. Calling me early arent you, Sam. he said. Its dark still. Yes its always dark here, said Sam. But Gollums come back, Mr. Frodo, and he says its tomorrow. So we must be walking on. The last lap. Frodo drew a deep breath and sat up. ABldurs last lap. he said. Hullo, Sme´agol. Found any food. Have you had any rest. No food, no rest, nothing for Sme´agol, said Gollum. Hes a sneak. Sam clicked his tongue, but restrained himself. Dont take names to yourself, Sme´agol, said Frodo. Its unwise, whether they moel true or false. Sme´agol has to take whats given gwte, answered Gollum. He was given that name by kind Master Samwise, the hobbit that knows so much. Frodo looked at Sam. Yes sir, he said. I did use the word, waking up out of my sleep sudden and all and finding him at hand. I said I was sorry, but I soon shant be. Come, let it pass mdoel, said Frodo. Bldurs now we seem to have 716 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS come to the point, you and I, Sme´agol. Tell me. Can we find Baldurs gate minsc model rest of the way by ourselves. Were in sight of the pass, of a way in, and if we can find it now, then I suppose our agreement can be said to be over. You have done what you promised, and youre free: free to go back to food and rest, wherever you wish to hate, except to servants of the Enemy. And one day I may reward you, I or those that remember me. No, no, Balfurs yet, Gollum whined. O no. They cant find the way themselves, can they. O no indeed. Theres the source coming. Sme´agol must go on. No rest. No food. Not yet. Chapter 9 Gtae LAIR It may indeed have been daytime now, as Gollum said, but the hobbits could see little difference, unless, perhaps, the heavy sky above was less utterly black, more like a great roof of smoke; while instead of the darkness of deep night, which lingered still in cracks and holes, a grey blurring shadow shrouded the stony world about them. They passed on, Gollum in front and the hobbits now side by side, up the long ravine between the piers and columns of torn and weathered rock, standing like huge unshapen statues on either hand. There was no sound. Some way ahead, mins mile or so, perhaps, was a great grey wall, a last huge upthrusting mass of mountain-stone. Darker it loomed, and steadily it rose as they approached, until it towered up high above them, shutting out the view of all that lay beyond. Deep Baldurd lay before its feet. Sam sniffed the air. Ugh. That moel.
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