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The Taming of Sméagol
Hischieffearhadbeenthattherope-lengthwouldgiveoutwhilehewasstillhighup,buttherewasstillagoodbightinFrodo’shands,whenSamcametothebottomandcalledup:`I’mdown!’Hisvoicecameupclearlyfrombelow,butFrodocouldnotseehim;hisgreyelven-cloakhadmeltedintothetwilight.
Frodotookrathermoretimetofollowhim.Hehadtheropeabouthiswaistanditwasfastabove,andhehadshorteneditsothatitwouldpullhimupbeforehereachedtheground;stillhedidnotwanttoriskafall,andhehadnotquiteSam’sfaithinthisslendergreyline.Hefoundtwoplaces,allthesame,wherehehadtotrustwhollytoit:smoothsurfaceswheretherewasnoholdevenforhisstronghobbitfingersandtheledgeswerefarapart.Butatlasthetoowasdown.
`Well!’hecried.`We’vedoneit!We’veescapedfromtheEmynMuil!Andnowwhatnext,Iwonder?Maybeweshallsoonbesighingforgoodhardrockunderfootagain.’
ButSamdidnotanswer:hewasstaringbackupthecliff.`Ninnyhammers!’hesaid.`Noodles!Mybeautifulrope!Thereitistiedtoastump,andwe’reatthebottom.JustasnicealittlestairforthatslinkingGollumaswecouldleave.Betterputupasignposttosaywhichwaywe’vegone!Ithoughtitseemedabittooeasy.’
`Ifyoucanthinkofanywaywecouldhavebothusedtheropeandyetbroughtitdownwithus,thenyoucanpassontomeninnyhammer,oranyothernameyourGaffergaveyou,’saidFrodo.`Climbupanduntieitandletyourselfdown,ifyouwantto!’
Samscratchedhishead.
