Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
`Drinkit,drinkit,whilewecan!Butwhatisitthey’vegot,precious?Isitcrunchable?Isittasty?’
Frodobrokeoffaportionofawaferandhandedittohimonitsleaf-wrapping.Gollumsniffedattheleafandhisfacechanged:aspasmofdisgustcameoverit,andahintofhisoldmalice.`Sméagolsmellsit!’hesaid.`Leavesoutoftheelf-country,gah!Theystinks.Heclimbedinthosetrees,andhecouldn’twashthesmelloffhishands,mynicehands.’Droppingtheleaf,hetookacornerofthelembasandnibbledit.Hespat,andafitofcoughingshookhim.
`Ach!No!’hespluttered.`YoutrytochokepoorSméagol.Dustandashes,hecan’teatthat.Hemuststarve.ButSméagoldoesn’tmind.Nicehobbits!Sméagolhaspromised.Hewillstarve.Hecan’teathobbits’food.Hewillstarve.PoorthinSméagol!’
`I’msorry,’saidFrodo;`butIcan’thelpyou,I’mafraid.Ithinkthisfoodwoulddoyougood,ifyouwouldtry.Butperhapsyoucan’teventry,notyetanyway.’
Thehobbitsmunchedtheirlembasinsilence.Samthoughtthatittastedfarbetter,somehow,thanithadforagoodwhile:Gollum’sbehaviourhadmadehimattendtoitsflavouragain.Buthedidnotfeelcomfortable.Gollumwatchedeverymorselfromhandtomouth,likeanexpectantdogbyadiner’schair.Onlywhentheyhadfinishedandwerepreparingtorest,washeapparentlyconvincedthattheyhadnohiddendaintiesthathecouldsharein.Thenhewentandsatbyhimselfafewpacesawayandwhimperedalittle.
