Feux follets dans les marais...

[Thrain]

Pour mémoire :

“Yes, yes,” said Gollum. “All dead, all rotten. Elves and Men and Orcs. The Dead Marshes. There was a great battle long ago, yes, so they told him when Smeagol was young, when I was young before the Precious came. It was a great battle. Tall Men with long swords, and terrible elves and Orcses shrieking. They fought on the plain for days and months at the Black Gates. But Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the graves; always creeping, creeping.”

(…)

Sam looked darkly at him and shuddered again, thinking that he guessed why Smeagol had tried to touch them. « Well, I don’t want to see them,” he said. “Never again! Can’t we get on and get away?”
“Yes, yes,” said Gollum.” But slowly, very slowly. Very carefully! Or hobbits go down to join the Dead ones and light little candles. Follow Smeagol! Don’t look at lights!”

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