Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
Foramomentthesightofitgladdenedtheheartsofthehobbits;butGollumcowereddown,mutteringcursesontheWhiteFace.ThenFrodoandSamstaringatthesky,breathingdeeplyofthefresherair,sawitcome:asmallcloudflyingfromtheaccursedhills;ablackshadowloosedfromMordor;avastshapewingedandominous.Itscuddedacrossthemoon,andwithadeadlycrywentawaywestward,outrunningthewindinitsfellspeed.
Theyfellforward,grovellingheedlesslyonthecoldearth.Buttheshadowofhorrorwheeledandreturned,passinglowernow,rightabovethem,sweepingthefen-reekwithitsghastlywings.Andthenitwasgone,flyingbacktoMordorwiththespeedofthewrathofSauron;andbehinditthewindroaredaway,leavingtheDeadMarshesbareandbleak.Thenakedwaste,asfarastheeyecouldpierce,eventothedistantmenaceofthemountains,wasdappledwiththefitfulmoonlight.
FrodoandSamgotup,rubbingtheireyes,likechildrenwakenedfromanevildreamtofindthefamiliarnightstillovertheworld.ButGollumlayonthegroundasifhehadbeenstunned.Theyrousedhimwithdifficulty,andforsometimehewouldnotlifthisface,butkneltforwardonhiselbows,coveringthebackofhisheadwithhislargeflathands.
`Wraiths!’hewailed.`Wraithsonwings!ThePreciousistheirmaster.Theyseeeverything,everything.Nothingcanhidefromthem.CursetheWhiteFace!AndtheytellHimeverything.Hesees,Heknows.
