Chapter 25 Section 10 Mr. Samwise's Choice

Frodo was lying face down on the ground, and the monster was concentrating on her food, even ignoring Sam's cries.He didn't realize it until he got close to him.When Sam rushed, he saw that Frodo was bound from head to toe in webs, and that the monster had begun to raise its front feet to drag the meal aside.Beside him is the elf blade that has lost its owner, still emitting a blue light. Sam didn't waste a second wondering whether he was brave, loyal, or angry.With a loud cry, he jumped forward and picked up his master's sword with his left hand.Then he rushed forward without hesitation.Even in the world of wild beasts, there has never been such a violent attack: a weak creature with only pitifully small teeth dared to pounce on the sharp-toothed, copper-skinned and iron-framed monster standing next to its companion.She was jolted out of a dream of greedy food by Sam's shrill cry, and slowly turned her eyes full of power and murderousness to him.

Before she had time to realize that the fury and fury before her was a miracle she had never seen in this life, the blue glowing sword sliced ​​into her slender limb, severed the claw.Sam jumped into her arms, hiding in the space between her limbs, and then his other hand poked up like lightning, hitting the compound eyes on her lowered head.A huge compound eye dimmed.The poor little creature hid under her belly, just in time to escape her poisonous needle and minions.Her huge belly shimmered eerily just above his head, and the stench nearly knocked Sam to the ground. However, his full of anger could still support him to strike again, before he was crushed to death by Shelob, or suffocated by the poisonous gas, he still had time to use the last courage to turn around and slash, letting the shining elf blade cut into her body of.It's a pity that Shelob is not a dragon, and she doesn't have any deadly veils except her eyes.Her ancient carapace was covered with all kinds of bulging hard tumors, and her abdomen was filled with layer after layer of flesh and blood that was continuously strengthened by evil juice.The sword opened a hideous wound, but the layers of flesh and blood inside cannot be destroyed by any human beings; even if the elves or dwarves can forge extremely sharp weapons, the ancient mythical heroes cannot break through this horror defense.

Relying on her thick skin and flesh, she took the blow, and then lifted her belly high on top of Sam's head.Venom and disgusting bubbles gushed out of the wound continuously.She stretched her legs, ready to crush tiny Sam with her bloated belly.She didn't expect her movements to be too fast.Because, at this time, Sam was still standing unafraid of death, dropped his weapon, and raised the needle with both hands, trying to use it to resist this disgusting thing suppressed by incomparable power.And so Sheloh, with her own cruel will and strength beyond the strength of any warrior, struck down against the sharpest sword.The blade pierced deeply into the wound, and Sam was also slowly pressed to the ground.Shelob had never dreamed that she would suffer such anguish, unprecedented in her long evil life.Not even the bravest warriors of old Gondor, nor the mad orcs trapped in them, had hurt her like this, nor cut her fair flesh.

She trembled all over, stood up with all her strength, pulled her body away from the sharp blade, bent her limbs covered with steel hairs, and jumped in another direction.Sam knelt down, just beside Frodo's head.Under the shroud of the stench, he felt dizzy, but his hands still held the sword tightly.His eyes were blurred, and he could only vaguely see Frodo's face; slowly, relying on strong willpower, he shook off the drowsiness in his head, and stubbornly wanted to regain consciousness.He raised his head slowly, and saw that she was looking at him a few steps away, poison sizzled from the corner of her mouth, and green mucus kept gushing out from her injured eyes.She was lying there, leaning her heavily injured abdomen against the ground, her limbs trembling non-stop, ready to pounce forward again.This time, she would crush her prey, poison him with venom; there would be no time to paralyze him with venom first--this time it would be a one-hit kill, to melt him completely.

Just as Sam lay on the ground and saw the scene of his own death from her eyes, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, as if it was a voice from far away.He hastily reached for his chest with his left hand, and found what he wanted: in this nightmarish scene, something cold and solid, the starlight that Galadriel gave them. "Galadriel!" he said weakly, and then he heard a distant but distinct voice: the song of the elves walking by starlight in the woods of the Shire, spirit music. Kilsonnell, Il Bilusi! Then, his stiff tongue seemed to be liberated by some force, and completely incomprehensible language began to emerge from his throat: Il Bilusi, Kirsson Nair, lo menel palan-diriel, le nallon s dinguruthos! A tro nin , Fanuilos!

Then he struggled to his feet and was once more that stubborn Samwise the hobbit, Father's son. "Come on, you stinky bastard!" he yelled. "You hurt my master, you bloody bastard, and you must pay. We'll move on, but we'll get rid of you first. Come on Come, taste the sword again!" As if his indomitable spirit had awakened the power of the starlight, the small glass bottle suddenly burst into light and became a dazzling torch in his hand.It is like a meteor falling into the sky, tearing the dense darkness with dazzling light.Never before had Sheloh faced such a white light descending from the sky.One after another beams of light shot directly into her wound, causing her to have a splitting headache. This terrifying light jumped from one eye to the other as if it could be infected.Her front feet were waving in the air, and she backed away again and again, as if the lightning that had burst inside her made her see nothing in front of her eyes, and her mind was in turmoil.She tried her best to turn her painful head, rolled to the mountain wall, and slowly climbed up the dark opening claw by claw.Sam took advantage of the victory to catch up.He staggered as if drunk, but he kept going.Shelob flinched at last, and the ancient wicked queen trembled, and cowardly tried to run away from the foe with quicker steps.She managed to get to the hole, barely squeezed into the body, leaving a yellow-green slime smear on the ground.She slid in just as Sam was struggling to deliver the final blow.The exhausted Sam also collapsed to the ground.

Shelob just disappeared.We don't know if she's hiding in a dark cave, year after year trying to mend the wounds all over her body, trying to grow new compound eyes, biding her time.In the end, starving, she may once again spread her deadly net in the Shadow Mountains.However, these are not in the record of this story.Only Sam was left lying on the ground alone.As the night of this nameless land slowly fell on this battlefield of life and death, he crawled wearily back to his master. "Master, dear master," he said, but Frodo made no answer.As he ran, jubilant and defenseless, to celebrate his sight, Sheloh came up from behind with lightning speed and thrust a needle into his neck.His face was dead pale, and he lay motionless on the ground, without any response to the sound. "Master, dear master!" shouted Sam, and then he was silent for a long time, waiting in vain.Then, with the last of his strength, he cut swiftly the webs that bound him, and laid his head on Frodo's breast and mouth, but he heard nothing.

no heartbeat, no life in sign.He rubbed his master's hands and feet, touched his forehead, but everything was already cold. "Frodo, Mr. Frodo!" he cried. "Don't leave me here alone! I am your Sam! Don't go where I cannot follow you! Wake up, Mr. Frodo." Oh, wake up, Frodo, my God! Frodo, wake up!" Then, charged with blind rage, he hit stones, slashed the air, and cursed loudly around his master's body aimlessly.At last he recovered his senses, and stooped to look at Frodo's pale face in the twilight.Suddenly, he recalled what he had seen in Queen Galadriel's mirror: Frodo, dead pale, sleeping at the foot of a tall dark cliff.At the time, he thought he was just falling asleep. "He's dead!" He said in great grief, "Not asleep, but dead!"

As soon as he spoke it, it seemed that the words had kindled Shelob's spell, and Frodo's face turned dark green.Sam fell into the abyss of despair. He covered his head with the cloak, and lay on the ground like this, his eyes were dark, and then he knew nothing. At last, the darkness in his heart receded a little, and Sam looked up at the shadows around him.However, he had no idea how long it had passed in this dark land.He was still in the same place, and his master's body was still beside him.The sky has not collapsed, the earth has not cracked, and the end has not yet come. "What should I do, what should I do?" he said. "Have I fought him for so long and I can only fall short in the end?" Then he thought about a passage he said at the beginning of his journey, which he didn't understand at the time: But I know I have to do it before it's over. Do something, if you know what I mean, my lord, I must stay till the end. [HT] "But what can I do? Never just throw Mr. Frodo's body on the mountain and go home? Or should I go on? Go on?" he murmured, momentarily, puzzled. And fear shook his mind. "Continue? Is this my mission? Keep him here?" Finally, he began to sob.Sam went to Frodo's side, laid his body in place, folded his cold hands on his breast, and folded his cloak beside him.At last he put his own sword on one side, and the staff that Faramir had given him on the other. "If I'm going to continue the mission," he said. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Frodo, but I must take your sword. I can only lay my own beside you, like the old kings in the tombs. You can still wear old Mr. Bilbo." For your fair mithril armor. As for your starlight, Mr. Frodo, you lent me it, and I did need it; for, henceforth, I shall be forever in darkness. I may not deserve it. Take it, the Queen gave it to you too, but perhaps she will understand. Do you understand, Mr. Frodo? I will

It has to go on. "But he can't go yet, not now.He knelt on the ground and held Frodo's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.The wild wind was blowing all over the place, but he was still kneeling on the ground, holding his master's hand, arguing non-stop in his heart.He tries to muster up enough courage to leave alone and embark on a lonely journey--for revenge.His wrath was enough to drive him all over the world, to the ends of the earth, to catch him--to catch Gollum, if he made up his mind to go away.Then Gollum would pay with his dog's life.That's not why he left.It's not worth abandoning his master here for this.A person cannot be resurrected after death, and no power can do it.Better to die together.But even so, it will be a lonely journey.He looked at the shining point of the sword.He remembered that there was a dark crack in the cave, as if it could fall into the center of the earth.No, this is of no use at all.It would not even be possible to mourn the master's death.This was not the purpose of his leaving Shire in the first place.

"Then what should I do?" He wailed, but this time he seemed to know the answer clearly. [HTH] Must be saved until the end. [HT] It's going to be another lonely journey, and one of the scariest. "What? Me, I'm going to the rift of doom alone to complete the mission of the master?" He still hesitated, but his determination had begun to grow slowly. "Really? Want me to take the ring from him? It was decided in that meeting that he should keep it." The answer immediately came to his mind. "That meeting also assigned many companions to him, just to prevent the mission from failing. You are now the last member of the expedition, and you must not sit back and watch the mission fail." "I wish I wasn't the last," he wailed, "I wish Gandalf was here, or anyone else. Why am I the only one left? to decide everything?I am bound to make mistakes.I shouldn't have taken the ring and volunteered to carry out the mission. " "But you didn't volunteer. You were forced to. As for being the right man, think about it. Mr. Frodo wasn't, and neither was Mr. Bilbo. They weren't volunteers. " "Ah, well, I've got to make up my mind. I'm going to make up my mind. But I'm going to make mistakes, because I'm stupid Sam!" "Let me think: if we were found here, or if Mr. Frodo was found. And the thing was on him, the Lord of Demons would have it. That would be the end of it, Lórien, Rivendell , the Shire, and the whole world would be destroyed. And, if more time had been wasted, the same result. The war had already begun, and in fact, the Lord of the Devils might have already won. It was too late to go back with the Ring and ask for permission or I was given advice. No, I have only two choices: sit here and wait for them to come and kill me and then take it, or take it and get out of here." He took a deep breath. "That's the decision, take it away!" He stopped.Very softly he unbuttoned his neck, and reached into Frodo's shirt; with his other hand he lifted his master's head, kissed his cold brow, and slowly removed the chains.Then, let the host continue the previous sleep.There was no change in his stagnant expression, and it was from this last sign that Sam finally believed that Frodo was dead and abandoned the mission. "Good-bye, my dear master!" he murmured, "forgive your Sam. He will come back to you when he can, when his mission is done. Then he will never leave you again. Rest in peace and wait for my return. I hope there will not be any vile beasts to desecrate your body! If the queen hears my prayer, I will hope that she will let me come back here and find you. Goodbye!" Then, he bowed his head and put on the chains to which the Lord of the Rings was bound; and at once his head drooped under the weight of the Ring, as if he were carrying a great slab of stone.Slowly, though, it seemed as though the weight had lightened, or a new force surged within him; finally, he raised his head.After standing up with all his strength, he found that he could bear the burden. He held up the Starlight, and looked down upon his master; and it surrounded him with its soft breath, like an evening star in a summer sky, and made Frodo's face shine again, pale and elf-beautiful, as if long gone The lucky ones who escaped the shadows.Comforted by this sight, Sam put away the star light, turned around and continued to step into the enveloping darkness. He doesn't need to go very far.The exit of the tunnel was already far behind, and the pass ahead was only about a few hundred yards to go. In this twilight, the path is still clearly visible. This is an ancient path that has survived many years of urging, slowly descending under the grip of the cliffs on both sides.The orc tower looked down on him now, its red windows gleaming.He took advantage of the blind shadow under the tower to hide.At last he came to the pass. "I've made up my mind," he kept saying to himself.But he didn't.Although he had racked his brains to figure out what he had to do, the truth was that what he was doing was contrary to his cautious nature. "Could I be mistaken?" he murmured. "What else could I do?" After he had crossed the beginning of the pass, some distance from the apex, he looked at the road leading to the unknown. The road, ready to go down.At the last moment, his heart was filled with many doubts, causing every step to be as heavy as a thousand catties.Looking back, he could still see the exit of the tunnel as conspicuous as a smudge in the twilight.He might know where Frodo was.The ground there seemed to him to be glowing, perhaps an illusion caused by his tears.He quietly looked at the mountain wall, the place where his life was completely shattered. "Hopefully I can fulfill that wish, the only one wish," he sighed, "to come back here and find him!" Finally, he turned to the path in front of him and took a few steps—the heaviest, most difficult step in his life. The most reluctant few steps. He took but a few steps; and a few more steps, and he was on the slope to Mordor, and never saw the height again.At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of shouting and talking.He stood stiffly.The voice of a half-orc.They come from all around.It was the noise of footsteps and rude growls: the orcs were coming from the other side of the pass, probably from some entrance in the tower. He could hear other voices.Sam turned sharply, and saw the little red light, the light of the torches scattered from the opening of the hole.At last, the guards in the tower are not idle; their hunt has finally begun.He was found.The light of the torch behind him and the sound of metal impact coming from the front are already very close.They'll be here in a few minutes and they'll catch him.He had wasted so much time making up his mind that it was all for naught now. How could he escape from such a dangerous situation, save his life, and keep the ring?Lord of the Rings.He hadn't had time to think about it before he found himself taking out the chains and clutching the Ring in his hand.A procession of orcs had begun to emerge through the opening ahead.He put on the ring. The world changed completely, and in an instant his mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts.He realized at once that his hearing had grown sharper, but his sight had weakened; but it was different from what it had been in Shelo's lair.The scenery around him was not surrounded by darkness, but blurred; and he himself seemed to be in a gray world, alone as a small black rock.The heavy Lord of the Rings weighed on his left hand like a ball of hot gold.He didn't feel invisible at all, but clearly, conspicuously and terribly. He knew the Eye was on his trail.He could hear rocks cracking, and water running in Morgul Vale; Shelob howling in the tunnels, lost in some dark passage; The goblins roared and stomped deafeningly.He shrank back against the cliff.But the group of half-orcs kept walking forward like a group of ghosts, as if they were distorted gray figures in the mist, holding pale dreamy flames in their hands.He lowered his head, trying to shrink into a crack in the rock, to escape all this. He listens.The Orc from the tunnel and the Orc from the other direction had seen each other, and both quickened their pace and began to shout.He could clearly hear the voices on both sides, and he could understand what they were saying.Perhaps the Lord of the Rings could understand languages, especially the servants of Sauron the Maker; You can automatically make him understand the conversations of these guys.Indeed the ring grew stronger the nearer it came to the forge; but there was only one thing he could not offer, and that was courage.Sam still wanted to hide, or get on the ground until it was all over.However, he couldn't help but listen intently.He couldn't be sure how close the voices were, because every word seemed to be spoken in his ear. "Hey! Gorbag! What are you doing here? Have you fought enough?" "Orders from above, you idiot. Shagra, what are you doing here again, are you messing with the above? Want to come down War?" "An order too. I'm in charge of this pass. Be polite. What do you want in return?" "No!" "Ha! Hi! Hello!" A shout interrupted the conversation between the two leaders .The Orc below seemed to see something suddenly.They started running wildly, and so did the others. "Hi! Wow! There's something in there! It's lying on the side of the road. Spy, spy!" They started blowing their horns and making all kinds of roars. Only then did Sam wake up from the feeling of fear before.They saw his master.What will they do?He had heard many stories of goblins who made people do evil.He couldn't bear the sight.He jumped up.All decisions and tasks are left behind, as are fears and doubts.He knew where he was to be: whatever he could do, at least be with his master.He ran back again in Frodo's direction. "I don't know how many of them there are in all?" he thought. "At least thirty or forty men came from the tower, and many more from the bottom. How many can I kill before they kill me? As long as I draw my sword , they will see its light, and sooner or later I will fall. I don't know if there will be a song describing this event: Samwise beheaded countless orcs beside his master, and finally fell on the edge of the pass.No, there must be no more ballads.Of course not, for the Ring will be found, and there will be no more Ballads in the world.There is nothing I can do about it.I must remain with Mr Frodo.Elrond, and the Council, and those wise kings and queens, they will understand.Everything turned around and the plan went completely wrong.I cannot be the protector of the ring.I can do nothing without Mr. Frodo. " But the orcs were out of range of his blurred vision.He hadn't had time to think about himself until now, but now he realized that he was very tired, almost unimaginably tired: his legs couldn't do what he wanted.His movements were so slow that the path seemed to be miles long.Where did they all hide in this fog?Ah, he saw them again at last!It's not far away.A group of figures surrounded something on the ground; several figures seemed to bend over like hounds, examining the ground for traces.He tried to muster his strength for the final sprint. "Come on, Sam!" he said, "or you'll be too late this time." He was about to unsheath his sword, and it wouldn't be long before he drew it, and then they seemed to lift something from the ground. stuff, started wildly cheering and laughing. "Hey! Hey! Hard! Hard!" Then another voice yelled, "Let's go! Take the faster way. Go back to the lower door! From nearby clues, she won't bother tonight We're here." A whole group of goblins began to advance.The four in the middle carried the corpse high on their shoulders. "Hey!" They removed Frodo's body.They are gone.He can't keep up with the opponent.However, he still walked forward desperately.The orc went to the mouth of the tunnel and went in.The heavy-lifters walked ahead, and behind them, Sam was panting and struggling to catch up.He drew his sword, and there was a blue light in his trembling hand, but they didn't notice it.Even when he reached the mouth of the cave the last orc had disappeared into the tunnel.he touched Chest, panting non-stop.Then he wiped his face with his sleeve, wiping away the grime, sweat and tears. "Damn it!" he said, and ran off into the darkness with the orc. In this tunnel, he no longer felt the darkness, it seemed that he had just stepped into the thick fog from the thin fog.His fatigue was still accumulating, but his will became more determined.He seemed to be able to see the flickering light of torches not far ahead.But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't keep up with them.The half-orcs move very fast in the tunnel, and this is a tunnel they are very familiar with.Even under the threat of Shelob, they were compelled to use the cave often, for it was the quickest way over the hills from the dead city.They did not know when this cavern was dug, nor how long ago Shelob entered it; but they themselves dug many branching paths, mostly for the purpose of carrying out their master's orders. to escape Sheloh's prey.Tonight, they didn't intend to detour, but to quickly find a fork that would take them back to the tower on the cliff.Most of the people were very happy with their previous discoveries, and they were chatting happily with each other while they were on their way.Sam could hear their irritating noise, harsh in the silence of the air; among them he could distinguish two distinct sounds: they were louder, and seemed to be closer to the two teams. The leader of the group seemed to be the last, getting into an argument as he went. "Shagra, can't you just keep your idiots quiet?" a voice grumbled. "We don't want Shelob rushing." "Go, Gorbag! Your men are noisy," said another voice. "Put your men at ease! I guess there's no need to worry about Shelob this time. Looks like she's sitting on a needle. Don't you see? There's filthy slime dragging back to her damn If she suffers this time, she will not come out for a long time at least. Let them make a fuss. Moreover, we finally got lucky this time: we found what Lugbetz wanted. " "Did Lugbeth want it? Guess what it is? I look like an elf, but the size is too small. How dangerous is this thing?" "Won't know until we look carefully." "Whoa! So they didn't tell you what to find? They didn't tell us all the information, did they? Not even half of it. But they Mistakes are still made, even the bosses." "Shh, Gorbag!" Shaglar's voice was deliberately lowered, and even Sam's hearing, which had been strengthened by some force, could barely hear what he was saying. "Maybe they will, but they have eyes and ears everywhere, and some are even my subordinates. But, you're right, they seem to be worried about something. The Ringwraiths below are the same as the boss of Lugbeards. Some Something almost went wrong." "You mean almost?" said Gorbag. "Okay," Shagra said, "we'll talk about that later. Wait until we get to the road below. We can talk a little more there and let the men go first." Not long after, Sam watched helplessly as the torch disappeared.Then there was a muffled sound, and just as he was rushing over, it was a bang.He guessed at once that the Goblin had gone into the very road which he and Frodo had found blocked.However, it is still blocked now.There seemed to be a huge rock blocking the way, but the orc somehow made it through, and he could hear conversations on the other side.They were still running non-stop, heading into the mountain, preparing to return to the previous tower. Sam felt extremely hopeless.They took the master's body away, and they didn't know how to insult him, but they couldn't keep up. He pushed and stabbed at the big rock, hitting it with all his strength, but it was useless.Not far inside, he heard the voices of two chiefs talking.He listened quietly, hoping to know some useful news.Perhaps, it seems that Gorbag, who belongs to Minas Morgul, will come out, so he can take the opportunity to sneak in. "No, I don't know," said Gorbag's voice. "As usual, the news comes faster than anything that flies. I don't know how it works, and I'd better not know. Phew These Ringwraiths make me numb all over. Just being stared at by them, it feels as if the skin of your whole body has been peeled off, making you shiver from the cold. But he favors them, and now they are the most trusted people in the upper echelon, no matter what we do There's no use complaining. Let me tell you, it's hard to serve in the cities down there." "You should come here to live with Shelob for a while," said Shagra. "It's better to find a place where there is nothing. Unfortunately, the war has already started. Maybe it will be better when the war is over. " "They say it's going well. Of course they'll say so," grumbled Gorbag. "We'll find out when the time comes. Anyway, if everything goes well, we'll have more room to live in. What do you say?" ?—If we have the opportunity, bring a few reliable brothers and find a place where there are good things to snatch, and there is no big boss.” "Ah!" said Shagra, "just like before." "Yeah," Gorbag ​​said, "don't think too much about it, though. I'm feeling a little uneasy. Like I said before, bosses, cough," his voice trailed off, "cough even big Chiefs can make mistakes. You say something almost slipped by. I don't think so, I think something slipped in. We have to be careful. We guys always have to wipe people's asses, no one thanks Us. But don’t forget that the enemy hates him, and hates us too. If the boss above collapses, we will die too. By the way, when did you receive the order to come out?” "About an hour ago, before you found us. There was word: the Nazgold are disturbed. There are intruders on the steps. Redouble your vigilance. Go patrol the top of the steps. I'm coming right away." "Damn it," said Gorbag, "I tell you, our silent watchers got upset two days ago. But my patrol has no orders to go, and no word has been sent to Rugerber Go here. This is all because of the call to war, the leader of the Ringwraiths led the expedition, and then it changed. According to them, Lugboz has no time to take care of our side." "I think the Eye is probably busy elsewhere," Shagra said. "They say something big is going on in the West." "I think so," Gorbag ​​said, "but now there are enemies coming to the stairs. What are you doing? Whether there are special orders or not, aren't you all supposed to be on guard? What on earth are you doing?" What are you eating?" "That's enough! You don't have to tell me what to do. Of course we are all alert. We know something is wrong." "Something is wrong!" "Yes, very wrong: lights and shouts. But Sheloh Already on the move. My men saw her and her pet." "Her pet? What was that?" "You must have seen her before: a little black thing that looked like a spider itself, maybe more like a spider. Hungry Frog. He's been here before. First time left Rugbets years ago and told us to let it go. He's been on the stairs since then once or twice but we ignore it Him: It seems that he has some consensus with Her Lady Queen. I think he is probably not good: she doesn’t need to worry about what our upper echelons say. However, the guards in the valley below you are really tight: the day before all this commotion started , he's been here. we saw him earlier last night .Anyway, my subordinates reported that Her Majesty the Queen was having a good time, so I didn't pay much attention until later when news came.I thought her pet gave him a toy, like we give her a prisoner of war.I dare not intervene while she is enjoying it.When Shelob was hunting, no one could disturb her. " "No one can, can you? Didn't you just see that? I tell you I was uneasy. Whoever came running over the stairs, he really infiltrated. He could cut her snare, safe Get out of the cave. You better think about it!" "Ah, well, but she got him in the end, didn't she?" "Caught him? Who are you talking about? This little guy? If he's the only one , Shelo has dragged him back to the lair to eat, will he stay there now? If Lugbeards wants to catch this guy, you have to go into the lair to catch him he.Hey, you are so lucky.However, I think he's not alone. " At this moment, Sam was aware of their conversation, so he put his ear to the door and listened more intently. "Shagra, think about it, who cut the spider web on this little guy? It's the same person who cut the net at the entrance of the hole. Don't you understand? Who hurt Her Majesty? I think it's the same person. He Where is he now? Shagra, where is he?" Shagra did not answer. 「如果你有聪明帽的话，最好赶快戴上一顶。这可不是开玩笑的。从以前到现在，从来没有，我说的是从来没有任何人可以伤到尸罗，你应该也很清楚。我们当然不会觉得难过，可是，想想看，有个比以前任何的渗透者都要危险的家伙正在四处乱窜，自从古代那次攻城和后来的战乱之后，我们就不曾面对过这么危险的敌人了。真的有什么敌人溜了进来。」 「他又是什么来头？」夏格拉闷闷不乐的问。 「夏格拉队长，从所有的迹象看来，我猜是一个高大强壮的战士，最有可能是名精灵，他可能有一柄精灵宝剑，或许还有一柄战斧。而且，他已经进入了你的负责区域，你根本没有发现他。这下子好玩了吧！」哥巴葛吐了口口水。 山姆听见对方的描述，不禁露出苦涩的微笑。 「算了吧，你每次都这么悲观，」夏格拉说：「管你怎么判断这些线索，我觉得都有别的方法可以解释。反正，我已经在每个据点都设下了哨兵，我们最好一件一件事情来。在我仔细的检查过我们抓到的这个小家伙之后，我才会担心接下来的事情。」 「我认为你在这个小家伙身上找不到什么，」哥巴葛说：「他和真正的骚乱可能一点关系也没有。那个拿著利剑的大家伙似乎觉得他不重要，就让他躺在那边等死：这就是精灵的风格。我们到时就知道了。快走吧！我们已经说了够多了。我们去看看这个俘虏吧！」 「你准备拿他怎么办？别忘记是我先发现他的。如果有任何好东西，我和我的弟兄们一定要分一杯羹。」 「等等，」夏格拉不高兴的说：「上级有特别交代我，这次不是你我两个人可以乱来的时候。任何闯入者都必须被直接带到塔中。俘虏必须要彻底的搜身。所有的文件、衣物、武器、信件、戒指或是任何装饰品，都必须立刻送到路格柏兹，而且只能送到路格柏兹。而且，任何俘虏都必须要安全无恙，毫发无伤的被监控著，任何胆敢违犯这个禁令，直到他下令或是亲自前来为止。这样说的很清楚，我正准备照著做。」 「彻底搜身，呃？」哥巴葛说：「什么，牙齿、指甲和头发全都要吗？」 「不是，根本不包括这些东西。他是只有路格柏兹要的人。他必须要毫发无伤被送过去。」 「这会很难做到的，」哥巴葛笑著说：「他现在只不过是个尸体，路格柏兹要他去能干什么？把他丢到锅里去还比较香哩。」 「你这个蠢蛋，」夏格拉大吼道。「你之前还头头是道，好像很聪明的样子。但有很多其他人知道，你不知道的事情。如果你不小心一点，你搞不好会进到尸罗的锅子里面。尸体！你对于女王陛下就只知道这么多吗？当她用蛛网绑起猎物的时候，表示她想要吃肉。她可不吃死肉，也不喝冷血的。这家伙根本没死！」 山姆抓住岩壁，一时间觉得天旋地转。他觉得似乎整个黑暗的世界都上下颠倒了。这个冲击大到他几乎惊呼出声。不过，即使在他奋力控制住情绪波动的同时，他也可以清楚的听见自己脑中的声音：「你这个笨蛋，他没死，你心里根本就知道。山姆卫斯，别相信你的脑袋，这可不是你身上最灵光的一部分。真正的问题是，你本来就没有任何的希望能成功。现在该怎么办？」此时此刻，什么都不能做，他只能强迫自己趴在岩壁上，倾听著半兽人邪恶的对话。 「笨！」夏格拉说：「她的毒液不只一种。当她在狩猎的时候，她会给猎物在脖子上刺一针，让他们立刻瘫痪，然后她就可以好好享受了。你还记得乌夫塔克吗？我们有好几天找不到他人。然后我们发现他被挂在角落，全身缠的紧紧的，而且他还很清醒的看著我们。我们真是快笑死了！她可能忘记了这个食物，但我们可没有碰他；谁敢打搅尸罗啊。哼，这个小家伙啊，几个小时之后他就会醒过来，除了有些头晖之外，他不会有什么大碍的。当然，那得要路格柏兹愿意放过他才行。对了，他也会搞不清楚自己身在何方，遇到了什么事情。」 「还有他将来会有什么遭遇，」哥巴葛哈哈大笑著说：「如果我们什么都不能做，至少可以告诉他一些故事吓吓他。我想他可能从来没去过美丽的路格柏兹，或许可以先替他做个说明。这会比我想像的还要有趣。走吧！」 「我话先说在前头，我可不觉得这会有什么好玩的，」夏格拉说：「他一定得毫发无伤，否则我们就都死定了。」 「好吧！不过，如果我是你，我在通知路格柏兹之前，会先把那个逃掉的大家伙抓到。如果你跟上级报告说抓到小的，却漏掉大 的，这不会好看的。 " 那声音开始渐渐远离。山姆可以听见脚步声慢慢变小。他已经从之前的震惊中恢复了过来，现在胸中充满了怒火。「我完全搞错了！」他大喊著：「我就知道会这样。现在，他们把他抓走了，那些恶魔、那些怪物！永远不要离开主人，永远、永远不要，这是我原先的座右铭。我就知道。希望大家能够原谅我！我得要回到他身边。快想想办法，快想想！」他再度拔出宝剑，用力的敲著岩壁，但只听的见闷闷的回音。只不过，手中的宝剑现在光芒强到可以照耀四周的环境。 他惊讶的发现这岩壁原来是一座沉重的大门，大概约莫有两个他这么高。在洞穴顶端和门边之间还有一段空隙，这多半是用来阻挡尸罗的大门，里面可能用某种门闩之类的东西挡住了，不是他能够从这边打开的。山姆奋力一跃，抓到门边，开始往上爬，翻了进去。然后，他沿著隧道，手中握著闪闪发亮的宝剑，开始发狂似的奔跑。主人还活著的消息压住了他的疲倦，激发了最后一丝残存的力气。他眼前什么都看不见，因为这条新的隧道左弯又拐，无法让人一路看到底。但是，他认为自己正缓缓的追上两名半兽人：他们的声音又开始靠近了。这次，似乎比之前更接近。 「我就准备这么做，」夏格拉生气的说：「把他关在最上面的房间。」 「为什么？」哥巴葛说： 「难道你底下没有任何牢房吗？」 「我跟你说过了，他绝对不可以受到任何伤害，」夏格拉说：「你明白吗？他很重要。我不相信我的部下，还有你的部下，连你也一样；因为你满脑子都只想找乐子。如果你不听话一点，他会去的地方你就去不了。我已经决定了，最顶层。他在那边会很安全的。」 「会吗？」山姆说：「你们忘记了那个逃走的精灵战士！」话一说完，他就绕过最后一个转角，却发现由于魔戒的力量，或是隧道的设计，他竟然误判了距离。这两个半兽人依旧还在一段距离之外。他现在可以看见他们在火光照耀下的身影。这条隧道最后十分陡峭，却也是笔直的。到了尽头，是两扇敝开的大门，或许是通往塔楼的更深处。哥巴葛和夏格拉正在慢慢的靠近门口。山姆听见喧闹的歌唱声，号角吹动和敲锣的声音，这是邪恶的交响乐。哥巴葛和夏格拉已经走到了门边。山姆大喊一声，亮出刺针。但他的声音被 掩没在这噪音之中，根本没人听见他。大门轰然一声关闭了。boom!门内的铁闩落下。匡当。The door closed.山姆飞身撞上那铜门，眼冒金星的摔到地上。他被困在外面的黑暗洞穴中。佛罗多还活著，却被魔王给抓走了。 魔戒圣战第二部分的故事就这么结束了。第三部分「王者再临」所记载的是对抗魔影的最后防御，以及魔戒持有者任务如何结束的故事。