Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
Finallybotharms,withlongfingersflexedandtwitching,clawedtowardshisneck.
Samhadlainstill,fascinatedbythisdebate,butwatchingeverymovethatGollummadefromunderhishalf-closedeye-lids.Tohissimplemindordinaryhunger,thedesiretoeathobbits,hadseemedthechiefdangerinGollum.Herealizednowthatitwasnotso:GollumwasfeelingtheterriblecalloftheRing.TheDarkLordwasHe,ofcourse;butSamwonderedwhoShewas.Oneofthenastyfriendsthelittlewretchhadmadeinhiswanderings,hesupposed.Thenheforgotthepoint,forthingshadplainlygonefarenough,andweregettingdangerous.Agreatheavinesswasinallhislimbs,butherousedhimselfwithaneffortandsatup.Somethingwarnedhimtobecarefulandnottorevealthathehadoverheardthedebate.Heletoutaloudsighandgaveahugeyawn.
`What’sthetime?’hesaidsleepily.
Gollumsentoutalonghissthroughhisteeth.Hestoodupforamoment,tenseandmenacing;andthenhecollapsed,fallingforwardontoallfoursandcrawlingupthebankofthepit.’Nicehobbits!NiceSam!’hesaid.’Sleepyheads,yes,sleepyheads!LeavegoodSméagoltowatch!Butit’sevening.Duskiscreeping.Timetogo.’
`Hightime!’thoughtSam.’Andtimeweparted,too.’YetitcrossedhismindtowonderifindeedGollumwasnotnowasdangerousturnedlooseaskeptwiththem.’Cursehim!Iwishhewaschoked!’hemuttered.Hestumbleddownthebankandrousedhismaster.
Strangelyenough,Frodofeltrefreshed.Hehadbeendreaming.
