Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Coldandharditseemedashisgripclosedonit:thephialofGaladriel,solongtreasured,andalmostforgottentillthathour.Ashetouchedit,forawhileallthoughtoftheRingwasbanishedfromhismind.Hesighedandbenthishead.
AtthatmomenttheWraith-kingturnedandspurredhishorseandrodeacrossthebridge,andallhisdarkhostfollowedhim.Maybetheelven-hoodsdefiedhisunseeneyes,andthemindofhissmallenemy;beingstrengthened,hadturnedasidehisthought.Buthewasinhaste.Alreadythehourhadstruck,andathisgreatMaster’sbiddinghemustmarchwithwarintotheWest.
Soonhehadpassed,likeashadowintoshadow,downthewindingroad,andbehindhimstilltheblackrankscrossedthebridge.SogreatanarmyhadneverissuedfromthatvalesincethedaysofIsildur’smight;nohostsofellandstronginarmshadyetassailedthefordsofAnduin;andyetitwasbutoneandnotthegreatestofthehoststhatMordornowsentforth.
Frodostirred.AndsuddenlyhisheartwentouttoFaramir.’Thestormhasburstatlast,’hethought.`ThisgreatarrayofspearsandswordsisgoingtoOsgiliath.WillFaramirgetacrossintime?Heguessedit,butdidheknowthehour?AndwhocannowholdthefordswhentheKingoftheNineRiderscomes?Andotherarmieswillcome.Iamtoolate.Allislost.Itarriedontheway.Allislost.Evenifmyerrandisperformed,noonewilleverknow.TherewillbenooneIcantell.Itwillbeinvain.’
