Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
GilthonielAElbereth!
Andthenhistonguewasloosedandhisvoicecriedinalanguagewhichhedidnotknow:
AElberethGilthoniel
omenelpalan-diriel,
lenallonsídi’nguruthos!
Atironin,Fanuilos!
AndwiththathestaggeredtohisfeetandwasSamwisethehobbit,Hamfast’sson,again.
`Nowcome,youfilth!’hecried.`You’vehurtmymaster,youbrute,andyou’llpayforit.We’regoingon;butwe’llsettlewithyoufirst.Comeon,andtasteitagain!’
Asifhisindomitablespirithadsetitspotencyinmotion,theglassblazedsuddenlylikeawhitetorchinhishand.Itflamedlikeastarthatleapingfromthefirmamentsearsthedarkairwithintolerablelight.NosuchterroroutofheavenhadeverburnedinShelob’sfacebefore.Thebeamsofitenteredintoherwoundedheadandscoreditwithunbearablepain,andthedreadfulinfectionoflightspreadfromeyetoeye.Shefellbackbeatingtheairwithherforelegs,hersightblastedbyinnerlightnings,hermindinagony.Thenturninghermaimedheadaway,sherolledasideandbegantocrawl,clawbyclaw,towardstheopeninginthedarkcliffbehind.
Samcameon.Hewasreelinglikeadrunkenman,buthecameon.AndShelobcowedatlast,shrunkenindefeat,jerkedandquiveredasshetriedtohastenfromhim.Shereachedthehole,andsqueezingdown,leavingatrailofgreen-yellowslime,sheslippedin,evenasSamhewedalaststrokeatherdragginglegs.Thenhefelltotheground.
