Властелин колец: Две башни
The Forbidden Pool
Itwounditswayuplikeaturret-stair.
Atlasttheycameoutofthestonydarknessandlookedabout.Theywereonawideflatrockwithoutrailorparapet.Attheirright,eastwards,thetorrentfell,splashingovermanyterraces,andthen,pouringdownasteeprace,itfilledasmooth-hewnchannelwithadarkforceofwaterfleckedwithfoam,andcurlingandrushingalmostattheirfeetitplungedsheerovertheedgethatyawnedupontheirleft.Amanstoodthere,nearthebrink,silent,gazingdown.
Frodoturnedtowatchthesleeknecksofthewaterastheycurvedanddived.Thenheliftedhiseyesandgazedfaraway.Theworldwasquietandcold,asifdawnwerenear.FaroffintheWestthefullmoonwassinking,roundandwhite.Palemistsshimmeredinthegreatvalebelow:awidegulfofsilverfume,beneathwhichrolledthecoolnight-watersoftheAnduin.Ablackdarknessloomedbeyond,andinitglinted,hereandthere,cold,sharp,remote,whiteastheteethofghosts,thepeaksofEredNimrais,theWhiteMountainsoftheRealmofGondor,tippedwitheverlastingsnow.
ForawhileFrodostoodthereonthehighstone,andashiverranthroughhim,wonderingifanywhereinthevastnessofthenight-landshisoldcompanionswalkedorslept,orlaydeadshroudedinmist.Whywashebroughthereoutofforgetfulsleep?
Samwaseagerforananswertothesamequestionandcouldnotrefrainhimselffrommuttering,forhismaster’searaloneashethought:’It’safineview,nodoubt,Mr.
