Властелин колец: Две башни
The Passage of the Marshes
Aboutanhouraftermidnightthefearfellonthemathirdtime,butitnowseemedmoreremote,asifitwerepassingfarabovetheclouds,rushingwithterriblespeedintotheWest.Gollum,however,washelplesswithterror,andwasconvincedthattheywerebeinghunted,thattheirapproachwasknown.
`Threetimes!’hewhimpered.’Threetimesisathreat.Theyfeelushere,theyfeelthePrecious.ThePreciousistheirmaster.Wecannotgoanyfurtherthisway,no.It’snouse,nouse!’
Pleadingandkindwordswerenolongerofanyavail.ItwasnotuntilFrodocommandedhimangrilyandlaidahandonhissword-hiltthatGollumwouldgetupagain.Thenatlastherosewithasnarl,andwentbeforethemlikeabeatendog.
Sotheystumbledonthroughthewearyendofthenight,anduntilthecomingofanotherdayoffeartheywalkedinsilencewithbowedheads,seeingnothing,andhearingnothingbutthewindhissingintheirears.
