Властелин колец: Две башни
The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
Ifoncehecoulddothatimpossiblething,thensomehowtheerrandwouldbeaccomplished,orsoitseemedtohiminthatdarkhourofweariness,stilllabouringinthestonyshadowsunderCirithUngol.
Inadarkcrevicebetweentwogreatpiersofrocktheysatdown:FrodoandSamalittlewaywithin.andGollumcroucheduponthegroundneartheopening.TherethehobbitstookwhattheyexpectedwouldbetheirlastmealbeforetheywentdownintotheNamelessLand,maybethelastmealtheywouldevereattogether.SomeofthefoodofGondortheyate,andwafersofthewaybreadoftheElves.andtheydrankalittle.Butoftheirwatertheyweresparingandtookonlyenoughtomoistentheirdrymouths.
`Iwonderwhenwe’llfindwateragain?’saidSam.’ButIsupposeevenovertheretheydrink?Orcsdrink,don’tthey?’
’Yes,theydrink,’saidFrodo.’Butdonotletusspeakofthat.Suchdrinkisnotforus.’
`Thenallthemoreneedtofillourbottles,’saidSam.`Butthereisn’tanywateruphere:notasoundoratricklehaveIheard.AndanywayFaramirsaidwewerenottodrinkanywaterinMorgul.’
’NowaterflowingoutofImladMorgul,werehiswords,’saidFrodo.`Wearenotinthatvalleynow,andifwecameonaspringitwouldbeflowingintoitandnotoutofit.’
’Iwouldn’ttrustit,’saidSam,’nottillIwasdyingofthirst.There’sawickedfeelingaboutthisplace.’Hesniffed.’Andasmell,Ifancy.Doyounoticeit?Aqueerkindofasmell,stuffy.Idon’tlikeit.’
’Idon’tlikeanythinghereatall’saidFrodo,`steporstone,breathorbone.
