drawing his eyes down from the tower and the horns of the cleft before him , he forced his unwilling feet to obey him , and slowly , listening with all his ears , peering into the dense shadows of the rocks beside the way , he retraced his steps , past the place where frodo fell , and still the stench of shelob lingered , and then on and up , until he stood again in the very cleft where he had put on the ring and seen shagrat 's company go by .