Властелин колец: Две башни
Journey to the Cross-roads
’Theymustn’tbesilly,’hehissed.`Wemustgo.Notimetolose!’Andnothingmorecouldtheygetoutofhim.Wherehehadbeen,andwhathethoughtwasbrewingtomakehiminsuchahurry,hewouldnotsay.Samwasfilledwithdeepsuspicion,andshowedit;butFrodogavenosignofwhatwaspassinginhismind.Hesighed,hoistedhispack,andpreparedtogooutintotheever-gatheringdarkness.
VerystealthilyGollumledthemdownthehillside,keepingundercoverwhereveritwaspossible,andrunning,almostbenttotheground,acrossanyopenspace;butthelightwasnowsodimthatevenakeen-eyedbeastofthewildcouldscarcelyhaveseenthehobbits,hooded,intheirgreycloaks,norheardthem,walkingaswarilyasthelittlepeoplecan.Withoutthecrackofatwigortherustleofaleaftheypassedandvanished.
Foraboutanhourtheywenton,silently,insinglefile,oppressedbythegloomandbytheabsolutestillnessoftheland,brokenonlynowandagainbythefaintrumblingasofthunderfarawayordrum-beatsinsomehollowofthehills.Downfromtheirhiding-placetheywent,andthenturningsouththeysteeredasstraightacourseasGollumcouldfindacrossalongbrokenslopethatleaneduptowardsthemountains.Presently,notfarahead,loominguplikeablackwall,theysawabeltoftrees.’
