Властелин колец: Две башни

           Theblue-gleamingbladeshorethroughthemlikeascythethroughgrass,andtheyleapedandwrithedandthenhungloose.Agreatrentwasmade.

           Strokeafterstrokehedealt,untilatlastallthewebwithinhisreachwasshattered,andtheupperportionblewandswayedlikealooseveilintheincomingwind.Thetrapwasbroken.

           `Come!’criedFrodo.`On!On!’Wildjoyattheirescapefromtheverymouthofdespairsuddenlyfilledallhismind.Hisheadwhirledaswithadraughtofpotentwine.Hesprangout,shoutingashecame.

           Itseemedlightinthatdarklandtohiseyesthathadpassedthroughthedenofnight.Thegreatsmokeshadrisenandgrownthinner,andthelasthoursofasombredaywerepassing;theredglareofMordorhaddiedawayinsullengloom.YetitseemedtoFrodothathelookeduponamorningofsuddenhope.Almosthehadreachedthesummitofthewall.Onlyalittlehighernow.TheCleft,CirithUngol,wasbeforehim,adimnotchintheblackridge,andthehornsofrockdarklingintheskyoneitherside.Ashortrace,asprinter’scourseandhewouldbethrough!

           `Thepass,Sam!’hecried,notheedingtheshrillnessofhisvoice,thatreleasedfromthechokingairsofthetunnelrangoutnowhighandwild.’Thepass!Run,run,andwe’llbethrough-throughbeforeanyonecanstopus!’

           Samcameupbehindasfastashecouldurgehislegs;butgladashewastobefree,hewasuneasy,andasheran,hekeptonglancingbackatthedarkarchofthetunnel,fearingtoseeeyes,orsomeshapebeyondhisimagining,springoutinpursuit.