Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
Allthingsabouthimnowwerenotdarkbutvague;whilehehimselfwasthereinagreyhazyworld,alone,likeasmallblacksolidrockandtheRing,weighingdownhislefthand,waslikeanorbofhotgold.Hedidnotfeelinvisibleatall,buthorriblyanduniquelyvisible;andheknewthatsomewhereanEyewassearchingforhim.
Heheardthecrackofstone,andthemurmurofwaterfaroffinMorgulVale;anddownawayundertherockthebubblingmiseryofShelob,groping,lostinsomeblindpassage;andvoicesinthedungeonsofthetower;andthecriesoftheOrcsastheycameoutofthetunnel;anddeafening,roaringinhisears,thecrashofthefeetandtherendingclamouroftheOrcsbeforehim.Heshrankagainstthecliff.Buttheymarcheduplikeaphantomcompany,greydistortedfiguresinamist,onlydreamsoffearwithpaleflamesintheirhands.Andtheypassedhimby.Hecowered,tryingtocreepawayintosomecrannyandtohide.
Helistened.TheOrcsfromthetunnelandtheothersmarchingdownhadsightedoneanother,andbothpartieswerenowhurryingandshouting.Heheardthembothclearly,andheunderstoodwhattheysaid.PerhapstheRinggaveunderstandingoftongues,orsimplyunderstanding,especiallyoftheservantsofSauronitsmaker,sothatifhegaveheed,heunderstoodandtranslatedthethoughttohimself.CertainlytheRinghadgrowngreatlyinpowerasitapproachedtheplacesofitsforging;butonethingitdidnotconfer,andthatwascourage.
