Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
`Look!’hesaid.`Wemusthavecomedownalongway,orelsethecliffhassunk.It’smuchlowerherethanitwas,anditlookseasiertoo.’
Samkneltbesidehimandpeeredreluctantlyovertheedge.Thenheglancedupatthegreatcliffrisingup,awayontheirleft.`Easier!’hegrunted.`Well,Isupposeit’salwayseasiergettingdownthanup.Thoseascan’tflycanjump!’
`Itwouldbeabigjumpstill,’saidFrodo.`About,well’-hestoodforamomentmeasuringitwithhiseyes-`abouteighteenfathomsIshouldguess.Notmore.’
’Andthat’senough!’saidSam.`Ugh!HowIdohatelookingdownfromaheight!Butlooking’sbetterthanclimbing.’
`Allthesame,’saidFrodo,`Ithinkwecouldclimbhere;andIthinkweshallhavetotry.See-therockisquitedifferentfromwhatitwasafewmilesback.Ithasslippedandcracked.’
Theouterfallwasindeednolongersheer,butslopedoutwardsalittle.Itlookedlikeagreatrampartorsea-wallwhosefoundationshadshifted,sothatitscourseswerealltwistedanddisordered,leavinggreatfissuresandlongslantingedgesthatwereinplacesalmostaswideasstairs.
`Andifwe’regoingtotryandgetdown,wehadbettertryatonce.It’sgettingdarkearly.Ithinkthere’sastormcoming.’
ThesmokyblurofthemountainsintheEastwaslostinadeeperblacknessthatwasalreadyreachingoutwestwardswithlongarms.Therewasadistantmutterofthunderborneontherisingbreeze.Frodosniffedtheairandlookedupdoubtfullyatthesky.
