Властелин колец: Две башни

           ’Starsandglory!ButtheElveswouldmakeasongofthat,ifevertheyheardofit!AndmayIlivetotellthemandhearthemsing.Butdon’tgoon,master.Don’tgodowntothatden!Now’souronlychance.Nowlet’sgetoutofthisfoulhole!’

           Andsobacktheyturnedoncemore,firstwalkingandthenrunning;forastheywentthefloorofthetunnelrosesteeply,andwitheverystridetheyclimbedhigherabovethestenchesoftheunseenlair,andstrengthreturnedtolimbandheart.ButstillthehatredoftheWatcherlurkedbehindthem,blindforawhile,perhaps,butundefeated,stillbentondeath.Andnowtherecameaflowofairtomeetthem,coldandthin.Theopening,thetunnel’send,atlastitwasbeforethem.Panting,yearningforarooflessplace,theyflungthemselvesforward,andtheninamazementtheystaggered,tumblingback.Theoutletwasblockedwithsomebarrier,butnotofstone:softandalittleyieldingitseemed,andyetstrongandimpervious;airfilteredthrough,hutnotaglimmerofanylight.Oncemoretheychargedandwerehurledback.

           HoldingaloftthePhialFrodolookedandbeforehimhesawagreynesswhichtheradianceofthestar-glassdidnotpierceanddidnotilluminate,asifitwereashadowthatbeingcastbynolight,nolightcoulddissipate.Acrossthewidthandheightofthetunnelavastwebwasspun,orderlyasthewebofsomehugespider,butdenser-wovenandfargreater,andeachthreadwasasthickasrope.

           Samlaughedgrimly.`Cobwebs!’hesaid.