Властелин колец: Две башни
The Black Gate is Closed
`Andit’sagoodthingneitherhalfoftheoldvillaindon’tknowwhatmastermeanstodo,’hethought.`IfheknewthatMr.FrodoistryingtoputanendtohisPreciousforgoodandall,there’dbetroubleprettyquick,Ibet.AnyhowoldStinkerissofrightenedoftheEnemy-andhe’sunderordersofsomekindfromhim,orwas-thathe’dgiveusawayratherthanbecaughthelpingus;andratherthanlethisPreciousbemelted,maybe.Atleastthat’smyidea.AndIhopethemasterwillthinkitoutcarefully.He’saswiseasany,buthe’ssoft-hearted,that’swhatheis.It’sbeyondanyGamgeetoguesswhathe’lldonext.’
FrododidnotanswerGollumatonce.WhilethesedoubtswerepassingthroughSam’sslowbutshrewdmind,hestoodgazingouttowardsthedarkcliffofCirithGorgor.Thehollowinwhichtheyhadtakenrefugewasdelvedinthesideofalowhill,atsomelittleheightabovealongtrenchlikevalleythatlaybetweenitandtheouterbuttressesofthemountains.Inthemidstofthevalleystoodtheblackfoundationsofthewesternwatch-tower.Bymorning-lighttheroadsthatconvergedupontheGateofMordorcouldnowbeclearlyseen,paleanddusty;onewindingbacknorthwards;anotherdwindlingeastwardsintothemiststhatclungaboutthefeetofEredLithui;andathirdthatrantowardshim.Asitbentsharplyroundthetower,itenteredanarrowdefileandpassednotfarbelowthehollowwherehestood.
