Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
`No!NotifIcanhelpit,’saidFrodowithasuddenstrangevehemence.`Igrudgeeveryhour,everyminute.I’mgoingdowntotryitout.Don’tyoufollowtillIcomebackorcall!’
Grippingthestonylipofthefallwithhisfingershelethimselfgentlydown,untilwhenhisarmswerealmostatfullstretch,histoesfoundaledge.’On_estepdown!’hesaid.’Andthisledgebroadensouttotheright.Icouldstandtherewithoutahold.I’ll-’hiswordswerecutshort.
Thehurryingdarkness,nowgatheringgreatspeed,rushedupfromtheEastandswallowedthesky.Therewasadrysplittingcrackofthunderrightoverhead.Searinglightningsmotedownintothehills.Thencameablastofsavagewind,andwithit,minglingwithitsroar,therecameahighshrillshriek.ThehobbitshadheardjustsuchacryfarawayintheMarishastheyfledfromHobbiton,andeventhereinthewoodsoftheShireithadfrozentheirblood.Outhereinthewasteitsterrorwasfargreater:itpiercedthemwithcoldbladesofhorroranddespair,stoppingheartandbreath.Samfellflatonhisface.InvoluntarilyFrodoloosedhisholdandputhishandsoverhisheadandears.Heswayed,slipped,andslithereddownwardswithawailingcry.
Samheardhimandcrawledwithanefforttotheedge.’Master,master!’hecalled.’Master!’.
Heheardnoanswer.
