If at first you don’t succeed, try again with a rope. That’s got to be the best way to climb down a cliff-face. So, after hanging out for a bit waiting for the rain to stop, Frodo gets Sam ready to rappel down. Yes, this time, Sam will go first, with Frodo letting the rope down from above.
Naturally, Sam is nervous. But, it doesn’t end up going too badly. He makes it to the bottom relatively quickly, and shouts up to Frodo, who follows. When both are down, they proclaim their victory.
So, is this the end of the Emyn Muil? Both hobbits seem to think so. For myself, I really don’t think it’s that easy. Sure, they climbed down a big cliff, but I’ve heard no mention of the mountains opening up before them.
With the most realistic outlook, Frodo reminds Sam that they might wish they were back here sometime in the future. The road isn’t going to get easier, and perhaps the marshes will make them long for hard ground. As they say, the grass is always greener.
Now, in all that worrying, the cliff descent wasn’t all that bad. I think Frodo kind of knew that would happen. Sam, of course, is just a worrywart, and even continues to do that as we transition between pages. Nothing is ever good enough for him. NOTHING. Cool your jets.
No one dies today.
“But Sam did not answer: he was staring back up the cliff. ‘Ninny-…'”