Властелин колец: Две башни
The Black Gate is Closed
ThenpresentlySamthoughthesawadarkbird-likefigurewheelintothecircleofhissight,andhover,andthenwheelawayagain.Twomorefollowed,andthenafourth.Theywereverysmalltolookat,yetheknew,somehow,thattheywerehuge,withavaststretchofpinion,flyingatagreatheight.Hecoveredhiseyesandbentforward,cowering.ThesamewarningfearwasonhimashehadfeltinthepresenceoftheBlackRiders,thehelplesshorrorthathadcomewiththecryinthewindandtheshadowonthemoon,thoughnowitwasnotsocrushingorcompelling:themenacewasmoreremote.Butmenaceitwas.Frodofeltittoo.Histhoughtwasbroken.Hestirredandshivered,buthedidnotlookup.Gollumhuddledhimselftogetherlikeacorneredspider.Thewingedshapeswheeled,andstoopedswiftlydown,speedingbacktoMordor.
Samtookadeepbreath.`TheRidersareaboutagain,upintheair,’hesaidinahoarsewhisper.’Isawthem.Doyouthinktheycouldseeus?Theywereveryhighup.AndiftheyareBlackRiderssameasbefore,thentheycan’tseemuchbydaylight,canthey?’
’No,perhapsnot,’saidFrodo.`Buttheirsteedscouldsee.Andthesewingedcreaturesthattheyrideonnow,theycanprobablyseemorethananyothercreature.Theyarelikegreatcarrionbirds.Theyarelookingforsomething:theEnemyisonthewatch,Ifear.’
Thefeelingofdreadpassed,buttheenfoldingsilencewasbroken.Forsometimetheyhadbeencutofffromtheworld,asifinaninvisibleisland;nowtheywerelaidbareagain,perilhadreturned.