Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
Everynowandagainatinyredgleamfarawayflickeredupwardsontherimofearthandsky.
`Whatafix!’saidSam.`That’stheoneplaceinallthelandswe’veeverheardofthatwedon’twanttoseeanycloser;andthat’stheoneplacewe’retryingtogetto!Andthat’sjustwherewecan’tget,nohow.We’vecomethewrongwayaltogether,seemingly.Wecan’tgetdown;andifwedidgetdown,we’dfindallthatgreenlandanastybog,I’llwarrant.Phew!Canyousmellit?’Hesniffedatthewind.
’Yes,Icansmellit,’saidFrodo,buthedidnotmove,andhiseyesremainedfixed,staringouttowardsthedarklineandtheflickeringflame.`Mordor!’hemutteredunderhisbreath.’IfImustgothereIwishIcouldcometherequicklyandmakeanend!’Heshuddered.Thewindwaschillyandyetheavywithanodourofcolddecay.`Well,’hesaid,atlastwithdrawinghiseyes,`wecannotstayhereallnight,fixornofix.Wemustfindamoreshelteredspot,andcamponcemore;andperhapsanotherdaywillshowusapath.’
’Oranotherandanotherandanother,’mutteredSam.`Ormaybenoday.We’vecomethewrongway.’
’Iwonder,’saidFrodo.’It’smydoom,Ithink,togotothatShadowyonder,sothatawaywillbefound.Butwillgoodorevilshowittome?Whathopewehadwasinspeed.DelayplaysintotheEnemy’shands-andhereIam:delayed.IsitthewilloftheDarkTowerthatsteersus?Allmychoiceshaveprovedill.
