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The Passage of the Marshes
’Whatisit?’growledSam,misinterpretingthesigns.`What’stheneedtosniff?Thestinknearlyknocksmedownwithmynoseheld.Youstink,andmasterstinks;thewholeplacestinks.’
’Yes,yes,andSamstinks!’answeredGollum.`PoorSméagolsmellsit,butgoodSméagolbearsit.Helpsnicemaster.Butthat’snomatter.Theair’smoving,changeiscoming.Sméagolwonders;he’snothappy.’
Hewentonagain,buthisuneasinessgrew,andeverynowandagainhestooduptohisfullheight,craninghisneckeastwardandsouthward.Forsometimethehobbitscouldnothearorfeelwhatwastroublinghim.Thensuddenlyallthreehalted,stiffeningandlistening.ToFrodoandSamitseemedthattheyheard,faraway,alongwailingcry,highandthinandcruel.Theyshivered.Atthesamemomentthestirringoftheairbecameperceptibletothem;anditgrewverycold.Astheystoodstrainingtheirears,theyheardanoiselikeawindcominginthedistance.Themistylightswavered,dimmed,andwentout.
Gollumwouldnotmove.Hestoodshakingandgibberingtohimself,untilwitharushthewindcameuponthem,hissingandsnarlingoverthemarshes.Thenightbecamelessdark,lightenoughforthemtosee,orhalfsee,shapelessdriftsoffog,curlingandtwistingasitrolledoverthemandpassedthem.Lookinguptheysawthecloudsbreakingandshredding;andthenhighinthesouththemoonglimmeredout,ridingintheflyingwrack.
