Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
Ach,gollum,gollum,gollum!’Itwasnotuntilthemoonhadsunk,westeringfarbeyondTolBrandir,thathewouldgetupormakeamove.
FromthattimeonSamthoughtthathesensedachangeinGollumagain.Hewasmorefawningandwould-befriendly;butSamsurprisedsomestrangelooksinhiseyesattimes,especiallytowardsFrodo;andhewentbackmoreandmoreintohisoldmannerofspeaking.AndSamhadanothergrowinganxiety.Frodoseemedtobeweary,wearytothepointofexhaustion.Hesaidnothing.indeedhehardlyspokeatall;andhedidnotcomplain,buthewalkedlikeonewhocarriesaload,theweightofwhichiseverincreasing;andhedraggedalong,slowerandslower,sothatSamhadoftentobegGollumtowaitandnottoleavetheirmasterbehind.
InfactwitheverysteptowardsthegatesofMordorFrodofelttheRingonitschainabouthisneckgrowmoreburdensome.Hewasnowbeginningtofeelitasanactualweightdragginghimearthwards.ButfarmorehewastroubledbytheEye:sohecalledittohimself.ItwasthatmorethanthedragoftheRingthatmadehimcowerandstoopashewalked.TheEye:thathorriblegrowingsenseofahostilewillthatstrovewithgreatpowertopierceallshadowsofcloud,andearth,andflesh,andtoseeyou:topinyouunderitsdeadlygaze,naked,immovable.Sothin,sofrailandthin,theveilswerebecomethatstillwardeditoff.Frodoknewjustwherethepresenthabitationandheartofthatwillnowwas:ascertainlyasamancantellthedirectionofthesunwithhiseyesshut.
