Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Theclimbhadmadehimsweat,butnowhefeltcoldandclammy,andtherewasachilldraughtinthedarkpassage,blowingdownfromtheinvisibleheightsabove.Hegotupandshookhimself.`Well,let’sgoon!’hesaid.`Thisisnoplacetositin.’
Thepassageseemedtogoonformiles,andalwaysthechillairflowedoverthem,risingastheywentontoabitterwind.Themountainsseemedtobetryingwiththeirdeadlybreathtodauntthem,toturnthembackfromthesecretsofthehighplaces,ortoblowthemawayintothedarknessbehind.Theyonlyknewthattheyhadcometotheend,whensuddenlytheyfeltnowallattheirrighthand.Theycouldseeverylittle.Greatblackshapelessmassesanddeepgreyshadowsloomedabovethemandaboutthem,butnowandagainadullredlightflickeredupundertheloweringclouds,andforamomenttheywereawareoftallpeaks,infrontandoneitherside,likepillarsholdingupavastsaggingroof.Theyseemedtohaveclimbedupmanyhundredsoffeet,ontoawideshelf.Acliffwasontheirleftandachasmontheirright.
Gollumledthewaycloseunderthecliff.Forthepresenttheywerenolongerclimbing,butthegroundwasnowmorebrokenanddangerousinthedark,andtherewereblocksandlumpsoffallenstoneintheway.Theirgoingwasslowandcautious.HowmanyhourshadpassedsincetheyhadenteredtheMorgulValeneitherSamnorFrodocouldanylongerguess.Thenightseemedendless.
Atlengththeywereoncemoreawareofawallloomingup,andoncemoreastairwayopenedbeforethem.
