Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
`Butslowly,veryslowly.Verycarefully!OrhobbitsgodowntojointheDeadonesandlightlittlecandles.FollowSméagol!Don’tlookatlights!’
Hecrawledawaytotheright,seekingforapathroundthemere.Theycameclosebehind,stooping,oftenusingtheirhandsevenashedid.’ThreepreciouslittleGollumsinarowweshallbe,ifthisgoesonmuchlonger,’thoughtSam.
Atlasttheycametotheendoftheblackmere,andtheycrossedit,perilously,crawlingorhoppingfromonetreacherousislandtussocktoanother.Oftentheyfloundered,steppingorfallinghands-firstintowatersasnoisomeasacesspool,tilltheywereslimedandfouledalmostuptotheirnecksandstankinoneanother’snostrils.
Itwaslateinthenightwhenatlengththeyreachedfirmergroundagain.Gollumhissedandwhisperedtohimself,butitappearedthathewaspleased:insomemysteriousway,bysomeblendedsenseoffeel,andsmell,anduncannymemoryforshapesinthedark,heseemedtoknowjustwherehewasagain,andtobesureofhisroadahead.
`Nowonwego!’hesaid.’Nicehobbits!Bravehobbits!Veryveryweary,ofcourse;soweare,myprecious,allofus.Butwemusttakemasterawayfromthewickedlights,yes,yes,wemust.’Withthesewordshestartedoffagain,almostatatrot,downwhatappearedtobealonglanebetweenhighreeds,andtheystumbledafterhimasquicklyastheycould.Butinalittlewhilehestoppedsuddenlyandsniffedtheairdoubtfully,hissingasifhewastroubledordispleasedagain.
