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Frodo and Sam could go no further。 Their last strength of mind and body was swiftly ebbing。
They had reached a low ashen hill piled at the Mountain's foot； but from it there was no more
escape。 It was an island now； not long to endure； amid the torment of Orodruin。 All about it the
earth gaped； and from deep rifts and pits smoke and fumes leaped up。 Behind them the Mountain
was convulsed。 Great rents opened in its side。 Slow rivers of fire came down the long slopes
towards them。 Soon they would be engulfed。 A rain of hot ash was falling。
They stood now； and Sam still holding his master's hand caressed it。 He sighed。 'What a tale we
have been in； Mr。 Frodo； haven't we？' he said。 'I wish I could hear it told！ Do you think they'll say：
_Now es the story of Nine…fingered Frodo and the Ring of Doom？_And then everyone will
hush； like we did； when in Rivendell they told us the tale of Beren One…hand and the Great Jewel。 I
wish I could hear it！ And I wonder how it will go on after our part。'
But even while he spoke so； to keep fear away until the very last； his eyes still strayed north；
north into the eye of the wind； to where the sky far off was clear； as the cold blast； rising to a gale；
drove back the darkness and the ruin of the clouds。
And so it was that Gwaihir saw them with his keen far…seeing eyes； as down the wild wind he
came； and daring the great peril of the skies he circled in the air： two small dark figures； forlorn；
hand in hand upon a little hill； while the world shook under them； and gasped； and rivers of fire
drew near。 And even as he espied them and came swooping down； he saw them fall； worn out； or
choked with fumes and heat； or stricken down by despair at last； hiding their eyes from death。
Side by side they lay； and down swept Gwaihir； and down came Landroval and Meneldor the
swift； and in a dream； not knowing what fate had befallen them； the wanderers were lifted up and
borne far away out of the darkness and the fire。
When Sam awoke； he found that he was lying on some soft bed； but over him gently swayed
wide beechen boughs； and through their young leaves sunlight glimmered； green and gold。 All the
air was full of a sweet mingled scent。
He remembered that smell： the fragrance of Ithilien。 'Bless me！' he mused。 'How long have I
been asleep？' For the scent had borne him back to the day when he had lit his little fire under the
sunny bank； and for a moment all else between was out of waking memory。 He stretched and drew
a deep breath。 'Why； what a dream I've had！' he muttered。 'I am glad to wake！' He sat up and then he
saw that Frodo was lying beside him； and slept peacefully； one hand behind his head； and the other
resting upon the coverlet。 It was the right hand； and the third finger was missing。
Full memory flooded back； and Sam cried aloud： 'It wasn't a dream！ Then where are we？'
And a voice spoke softly behind： 'In the land of Ithilien； and in the keeping of the King； and he
awaits you。' With that Gandalf stood before him； robed in white； his beard now gleaming like pure
snow in the twinkling of the leafy sunlight。 'Well； Master Samwise； how do you feel？' he said。
But Sam lay back； and stared with open mouth； and for a moment； between bewilderment and
great joy； he could not answer。 At last he gasped： 'Gandalf！ I thought you were dead！ But then I
thought I was dead myself。 Is everything sad going to e untrue？ What's happened to the world？'
'A great Shadow has departed；' said Gandalf； and then he laughed and the sound was like music；
or like water in a parched land； and as he listened the thought came to Sam that he had not heard
laughter； the pure sound of merriment； for days upon days without count。 It fell upon his ears like
the echo of all the joys he had ever known。 But he himself burst into tears。 Then； as a sweet rain
will pass down a wind of spring and the sun will shine out the clearer； his tears ceased； and his
laughter welled up； and laughing he sprang from his bed。
'How do I feel？' he cried。 'Well； I don't know how to say it。 I feel； I feel' – he waved his arms in
the air – 'I feel like spring after winter； and sun on the leaves； and like trumpets and harps and all
the songs I have ever heard！' He stopped and he turned towards his master。 'But how's Mr。 Frodo？'
he said。 'Isn't it a shame about his poor hand？ But I hope he's all right otherwise。 He's had a cruel
time。'
'Yes； I am all right otherwise；' said Frodo； sitting up and laughing in his turn。 I fell asleep again
waiting for you； Sam； you sleepyhead。 I was awake early this morning； and now it must be nearly
noon。'
'Noon？' said Sam； trying to calculate。 'Noon of what day？'
'The fourteenth of the New Year；' said Gandalf； 'or if you like； the eighth day of April in the
Shire reckoning。 But in Gondor the New Year will always now begin upon the twenty…fifth of
March when Sauron fell； and when you were brought out of the fire to the King。 He has tended you；
and now he awaits you。 You shall eat and drink with him。 When you are ready I will lead you to
him。'
'The King？' said Sam。 'What king； and who is he？'
'The King of Gondor and Lord of the Western Lands；' said Gandalf 'and he has taken back all his
ancient realm。 He will ride soon to his crowning； but he waits for you。'
'What shall we wear？' said Sam； for all he could see was the old and tattered clothes that they
had journeyed in； lying folded on the ground beside their beds。
'The clothes that you wore on your way to Mordor；' said Gandalf。 'Even the orc…rags that you
bore in the black land； Frodo； shall be preserved。 No silks and linens； nor any armour or heraldry
could be more honourable。 But later I will find some other clothes； perhaps。'
Then he held out his hands to them； and they saw that one shone with light。 'What have you got
there？' Frodo cried。 'Can it be – ？'
'Yes； I have brought your two treasures。 They were found on Sam when you were rescued。 The
Lady Galadriel's gifts： your glass； Frodo； and your box； Sam。 You will be glad to have these safe
again。'
When they were washed and clad； and had eaten a light meal； the Hobbits followed Gandalf。
They stepped out of the beech…grove in which they had lain； and passed on to a long green lawn；
glowing in sunshine； bordered by stately dark…leaved trees laden with scarlet blossom。 Behind them
they could hear the sound of falling water； and a stream ran down before them between flowering
banks； until it came to a greenwood at the lawn's foot and passed then on under an archway of trees；
through which they saw the shimmer of water far away。
As they came to the opening in the wood； they were surprised to see knights in bright mail and
tall guards in silver and black standing there； who greeted them with honour and bowed before
them。 And then one blew a long trumpet； and they went on through the aisle of trees beside the
singing stream。 So they came to a wide green land； and beyond it was a broad river in a silver haze；
out of which rose a long wooded isle； and many ships lay by its shores。 But on the