Властелин колец: Две башни
Journey to the Cross-roads
Atthatmomentarollingandrumblingnoisewasheardagain,loudernowanddeeper.Thegroundseemedtoquiverundertheirfeet.’Ithinkweareinfortroubleanyhow,’saidFrodo.`I’mafraidourjourneyisdrawingtoanend.’
’Maybe,’saidSam;`butwherethere’slifethere’shope,asmyGafferusedtosay;andneedofvittles,ashemostwaysusedtoadd.Youhaveabite,Mr.Frodo,andthenabitofsleep.’
Theafternoon,asSamsupposeditmustbecalled,woreon.Lookingoutfromthecoverthecouldseeonlyadun,shadowlessworld,fadingslowlyintoafeatureless,colourlessgloom.Itfeltstiflingbutnotwarm.Frodosleptunquietly,turningandtossing,andsometimesmurmuring.TwiceSamthoughtheheardhimspeakingGandalf’sname.Thetimeseemedtodraginterminably.SuddenlySamheardahissbehindhim,andtherewasGollumonallfours,peeringatthemwithgleamingeyes.
`Wakeup,wakeup!Wakeup,sleepies!’hewhispered.`Wakeup!Notimetolose.Wemustgo,yes,wemustgoatonce.Notimetolose!’
Samstaredathimsuspiciously:heseemedfrightenedorexcited.`Gonow?What’syourlittlegame?Itisn’ttimeyet.Itcan’tbetea-timeeven,leastwaysnotindecentplaceswherethereistea-time.’
`Silly!’hissedGollum.`We’renotindecentplaces.Time’srunningshort,yes,runningfast.Notimetolose.Wemustgo.Wakeup.Master,wakeuHeclawedatFrodo;andFrodo,startledoutofsleep,satupsuddenlyandseizedhimbythearm.Gollumtorehimselflooseandbackedaway.
