Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
Itwastoodarkforsureshootinganyway,andthecreaturewasgoneintothegloomoftheleavesinatwinkling.ButIstayedforawhile,foritseemedstrange,andthenIhastenedback.IthoughtIheardthethinghissatmefromhighaboveasIturnedaway.Alargesquirrel,maybe.PerhapsundertheshadowoftheUnnamedsomeofthebeastsofMirkwoodarewanderinghithertoourwoods.Theyhaveblacksquirrelsthere,’tissaid.’
`Perhaps,’saidFaramir.`Butthatwouldbeanillomen,ifitwereso.WedonotwanttheescapesofMirkwoodinIthilien.’Samfanciedthathegaveaswiftglancetowardsthehobbitsashespoke;butSamsaidnothing.ForawhileheandFrodolaybackandwatchedthetorchlight,andthemenmovingtoandfrospeakinginhushedvoices.ThensuddenlyFrodofellasleep.
Samstruggledwithhimself,arguingthiswayandthat.`Hemaybeallright,’hethought,’andthenhemaynot.Fairspeechmayhideafoulheart.’Heyawned.`Icouldsleepforaweek,andI’dbebetterforit.AndwhatcanIdo,ifIdokeepawake,meallalone,andallthesegreatMenabout?Nothing,SamGamgee;butyou’vegottokeepawakeallthesame.’Andsomehowhemanagedit.Thelightfadedfromthecavedoor,andthegreyveiloffallingwatergrewdimandwaslostingatheringshadow.Alwaysthesoundofthewaterwenton,neverchangingitsnote,morningoreveningornight.Itmurmuredandwhisperedofsleep.Samstuckhisknucklesinhiseyes.
Nowmoretorcheswerebeinglit.Acaskofwinewasbroached.Storagebarrelswerebeingopened.
