The Land of Shadow

Samhadjustwitsenoughlefttothrustthephialbackintohisbreast.‘Run,Mr.Frodo!’hecried.‘No,notthatway!There’sasheerdropoverthewall.Followme!’

Downtheroadfromthegatetheyfled.Infiftypaces,withaswiftbendroundajuttingbastionofthecliff,ittookthemoutofsightfromtheTower.Theyhadescapedforthemoment.Coweringbackagainsttherocktheydrewbreath,andthentheyclutchedattheirhearts.PerchingnowonthewallbesidetheruinedgatetheNazgûlsentoutitsdeadlycries.Allthecliffsechoed.

Interrortheystumbledon.SoontheroadbentsharplyeastwardagainandexposedthemforadreadfulmomenttoviewfromtheTower.Astheyflittedacrosstheyglancedbackandsawthegreatblackshapeuponthebattlement;thentheyplungeddownbetweenhighrock-wallsinacuttingthatfellsteeplytojointheMorgul-road.Theycametotheway-meeting.Therewasstillnosignoforcs,norofananswertothecryoftheNazgûl;buttheyknewthatthesilencewouldnotlastlong.Atanymomentnowthehuntwouldbegin.

‘Thiswon’tdo,Sam,’saidFrodo.‘Ifwewererealorcs,weoughttobedashingbacktotheTower,notrunningaway.Thefirstenemywemeetwillknowus.Wemustgetoffthisroadsomehow.

‘Butwecan’t,’saidSam,‘notwithoutwings.

TheeasternfacesoftheEphelDúathweresheer,fallingincliffandprecipicetotheblacktroughthatlaybetweenthemandtheinnerridge.

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