Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
IshouldhavelefttheCompanylongbefore,andcomedownfromtheNorth,eastoftheRiverandoftheEmynMuil,andsooverthehardofBattlePlaintothepassesofMordor.Butnowitisn’tpossibleforyouandmealonetofindawayback,andtheOrcsareprowlingontheeastbank.Everydaythatpassesisapreciousdaylost.Iamtired,Sam.Idon’tknowwhatistobedone.Whatfoodhavewegotleft?’
’Onlythose,whatd’youcall’em,lembas,Mr.Frodo.Afairsupply.Buttheyarebetterthannaught,byalongbite.Ineverthought,though,whenIfirstsettoothinthem,thatIshouldevercometowishforachange.ButIdonow:abitofplainbread,andamug-aye,halfamug-ofbeerwouldgodownproper.I’veluggedmycooking-gearallthewayfromthelastcamp,andwhatusehasitbeen?Naughttomakeafirewith,forastart;andnaughttocook,notevengrass!’
Theyturnedawayandwentdownintoastonyhollow.Thewesteringsunwascaughtintoclouds,andnightcameswiftly.Theysleptaswellastheycouldforthecold,turnandturnabout,inanookamonggreatjaggedpinnaclesofweatheredrock;atleasttheywereshelteredfromtheeasterlywind.
`Didyouseethemagain,Mr.Frodo?’askedSam,astheysat,stiffandchilled,munchingwafersoflembas,inthecoldgreyofearlymorning.
’No,’saidFrodo.`I’veheardnothing,andseennothing,fortwonightsnow.’
`Norme,’saidSam.`Grrr!Thoseeyesdidgivemeaturn!Butperhapswe’veshakenhimoffatlast,themiserableslinker.
