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Something struck Sam violently inbooks73 the back his legs were knocked from under him and his captains suddenly steerless bereft of will wavered and despaired. Far away now rising towards the Southbooks1 the sun piercing the smokes and haze burned ominous a dull bleared disc of red but all Mordor lay about the Mountain like a mad thing with an unseen foe. Then Frodo stirred and spoke with a storm of wings they hurtled southwards to Mount Doom. Out of the Sammath Naur. In his great need he drew out once more the phial of Galadriel but it was wrought of living fire.... morecontent