Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Knife in the Dark
Immediately,thougheverythingelseremainedasbefore,dimanddark,theshapesbecameterriblyclear.Hewasabletoseebeneaththeirblackwrappings.Therewerefivetallfigures:twostandingonthelipofthedell,threeadvancing.Intheirwhitefacesburnedkeenandmercilesseyes;undertheirmantleswerelonggreyrobes;upontheirgreyhairswerehelmsofsilver;intheirhaggardhandswereswordsofsteel.Theireyesfellonhimandpiercedhim,astheyrushedtowardshim.Desperate,hedrewhisownsword,anditseemedtohimthatitflickeredred,asifitwasafirebrand.Twoofthefigureshalted.Thethirdwastallerthantheothers:hishairwaslongandgleamingandonhishelmwasacrown.Inonehandheheldalongsword,andintheotheraknife;boththeknifeandthehandthathelditglowedwithapalelight.HesprangforwardandboredownonFrodo.
AtthatmomentFrodothrewhimselfforwardontheground,andheheardhimselfcryingaloud:OElbereth!Gilthoniel!Atthesametimehestruckatthefeetofhisenemy.Ashrillcryrangoutinthenight;andhefeltapainlikeadartofpoisonedicepiercehisleftshoulder.Evenasheswoonedhecaught,asthroughaswirlingmist,aglimpseofStriderleapingoutofthedarknesswithaflamingbrandofwoodineitherhand.WithalasteffortFrodo,droppinghissword,slippedtheRingfromhisfingerandclosedhisrighthandtightuponit.
