Властелин колец: Две башни
The Taming of Sméagol
`Ssss!’hesaid.’That’swhatitis.It’sthatGollum!Snakesandadders!AndtothinkthatIthoughtthatwe’dpuzzlehimwithourbitofaclimb!Lookathim!Likeanastycrawlingspideronawall.’
Downthefaceofaprecipice,sheerandalmostsmoothitseemedinthepalemoonlight,asmallblackshapewasmovingwithitsthinlimbssplayedout.Maybeitssoftclinginghandsandtoeswerefindingcrevicesandholdsthatnohobbitcouldeverhaveseenorused,butitlookedasifitwasjustcreepingdownonstickypads,likesomelargeprowlingthingofinsect-kind.Anditwascomingdownheadfirst,asifitwassmellingitsway.Nowandagainitlifteditsheadslowly,turningitrightbackonitslongskinnyneck,andthehobbitscaughtaglimpseoftwosmallpalegleaminglights,itseyesthatblinkedatthemoonforamomentandthenwerequicklyliddedagain.
`Doyouthinkhecanseeus?’saidSam.
`Idon’tknow,’saidFrodoquietly,`butIthinknot.Itishardevenforfriendlyeyestoseetheseelven-cloaks:Icannotseeyouintheshadowevenatafewpaces.AndI’veheardthathedoesn’tlikeSunorMoon.’
`Thenwhyishecomingdownjusthere?’askedSam.
’Quietly,Sam!’saidFrodo.`Hecansmellus,perhaps.AndhecanhearaskeenasElves,Ibelieve.Ithinkhehasheardsomethingnow:ourvoicesprobably.Wedidalotofshoutingawaybackthere;andweweretalkingfartooloudlyuntilaminuteago.’
`Well,I’msickofhim,’saidSam.
