Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
`Therain’snearlygivenoveralready,’saidSam;’butdon’tyougodoinganythingriskyinthedimagain,Mr.Frodo!AndIhaven’tgotoverthatshriekonthewindyet,ifyouhave.LikeaBlackRideritsounded-butoneupintheair,iftheycanfly.I’mthinkingwe’dbestlayupinthiscracktillnight’sover.’
’AndI’mthinkingthatIwon’tspendamomentlongerthanIneedstuckuponthisedgewiththeeyesoftheDarkCountrylookingoverthemarshes,’saidFrodo.
Withthathestoodupandwentdowntothebottomofthegullyagain.Helookedout.ClearskywasgrowingintheEastoncemore.Theskirtsofthestormwerelifting,raggedandwet,andthemainbattlehadpassedtospreaditsgreatwingsovertheEmynMuil;uponwhichthedarkthoughtofSauronbroodedforawhile.Thenceitturned,smitingtheValeofAnduinwithhailandlightning,andcastingitsshadowuponMinasTirithwiththreatofwar.Then,loweringinthemountains,andgatheringitsgreatspires,itrolledonslowlyoverGondorandtheskirtsofRohan,untilfarawaytheRidersontheplainsawitsblacktowersmovingbehindthesun,astheyrodeintotheWest.Buthere,overthedesertandthereekingmarshesthedeepblueskyofeveningopenedoncemore,andafewpallidstarsappeared,likesmallwhiteholesinthecanopyabovethecrescentmoon.
`It’sgoodtobeabletoseeagain,’saidFrodo,breathingdeep.`Doyouknow,IthoughtforabitthatIhadlostmysight?Fromthelightningorsomethingelseworse.
