Властелин колец: Две башни

           There’sOrcsabout,andworsethanOrcs.’Thenreturningquicklytohislonghabitofsecrecy,heclosedhishandaboutthepreciousPhialwhichhestillbore.Redwithhisownlivingbloodhishandshoneforamoment,andthenhethrusttherevealinglightdeepintoapocketnearhisbreastanddrewhiselven-cloakabouthim.Nowhetriedtoquickenhispace.Hismasterwasgainingonhim;alreadyhewassometwentystridesahead,flittingonlikeashadow;soonhewouldbelosttosightinthatgreyworld.

           HardlyhadSamhiddenthelightofthestar-glasswhenshecame.Alittlewayaheadandtohislefthesawsuddenly,issuingfromablackholeofshadowunderthecliff,themostloathlyshapethathehadeverbeheld,horriblebeyondthehorrorofanevildream.Mostlikeaspidershewas,buthugerthanthegreathuntingbeasts,andmoreterriblethantheybecauseoftheevilpurposeinherremorselesseyes.Thosesameeyesthathehadthoughtdauntedanddefeated,theretheywerelitwithafelllightagain,clusteringinherout-thrusthead.Greathornsshehad,andbehindhershortstalk-likeneckwasherhugeswollenbody,avastbloatedbag,swayingandsaggingbetweenherlegs;itsgreatbulkwasblack,blotchedwithlividmarks,butthebellyunderneathwaspaleandluminousandgaveforthastench.Herlegswerebent,withgreatknobbedjointshighaboveherback,andhairsthatstuckoutlikesteelspines,andateachleg’sendtherewasaclaw.