Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
Thosewiththeburdenwentfirst,andbehindthemtherewasagooddealofstrugglingandjostling.Samcameon.Hedrewthesword,aflickerofblueinhiswaveringhand,buttheydidnotseeit.Evenashecamepantingup,thelastofthemvanishedintotheblackhole.
Foramomenthestood,gasping,clutchinghisbreast.Thenhedrewhissleeveacrosshisface,wipingawaythegrime,andsweat,andtears.’Cursethefilth!’hesaid,andsprangafterthemintothedarkness.
Itnolongerseemedverydarktohiminthetunnel,ratheritwasasifhehadsteppedoutofathinmistintoaheavierfog.Hiswearinesswasgrowingbuthiswillhardenedallthemore.Hethoughthecouldseethelightoftorchesalittlewayahead,buttryashewould,hecouldnotcatchthemup.Orcsgofastintunnels,andthistunneltheyknewwell.;forinspiteofShelobtheywereforcedtouseitoftenastheswiftestwayfromtheDeadCityoverthemountains.Inwhatfar-offtimethemaintunnelandthegreatroundpithadbeenmade,whereShelobhadtakenupherabodeinagespast.theydidnotknow:butmanybywaystheyhadthemselvesdelvedaboutinoneitherside,soastoescapethelairintheirgoingstoandfroonthebusinessoftheirmasters.Tonighttheydidnotintendtogofardown.butwerehasteningtofindaside-passagethatledbacktotheirwatch-toweronthecliff.Mustofthemweregleeful,delightedwithwhattheyhadfoundandseen,andastheyrantheygabbledandyammeredafterthefashionoftheirkind.
