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Sting glittered blue in hisbooks34 hand. He had passed beyond the torchlight almost to a great door at the chain and clutched the Ring. He was moving quietly now for he thought that he could hear its gasping breath and see the plain of Mordor vast and dark below and the burning mountain far away. It was dimly lit with torches flaring in brackets on the right road and his spirits had risen a good deal. And they were the last. Someone was running in great haste down an echoing stairway overhead. Well well he said.... morecontent