Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Thencameagreatcrackofthunder.
AndMinasMorgulanswered.Therewasaflareoflividlightnings:forksofblueflamespringingupfromthetowerandfromtheencirclinghillsintothesullenclouds.Theearthgroaned;andoutofthecitytherecameacry.Mingledwithharshhighvoicesasofbirdsofprey,andtheshrillneighingofhorseswildwithrageandfear,therecamearendingscreech,shivering,risingswiftlytoapiercingpitchbeyondtherangeofhearing.Thehobbitswheeledroundtowardsit,andcastthemselvesdown,holdingtheirhandsupontheirears.
Astheterriblecryended,fallingbackthroughalongsickeningwailtosilence,Frodoslowlyraisedhishead.Acrossthenarrowvalley,nowalmostonalevelwithhiseyes,thewallsoftheevilcitystood,anditscavernousgate,shapedlikeanopenmouthwithgleamingteeth,wasgapingwide.Andoutofthegateanarmycame.
Allthathostwascladinsable,darkasthenight.AgainstthewanwallsandtheluminouspavementoftheroadFrodocouldseethem,smallblackfiguresinrankuponrank,marchingswiftlyandsilently,passingoutwardsinanendlessstream.Beforethemwentagreatcavalryofhorsemenmovinglikeorderedshadows,andattheirheadwasonegreaterthanalltherest:aRider,allblack,savethatonhishoodedheadhehadahelmlikeacrownthatflickeredwithaperilouslight.Nowhewasdrawingnearthebridgebelow,andFrodo’sstaringeyesfollowedhim,unabletowinkortowithdraw.
