Властелин колец: Две башни
The Choices of Master Samwise
`Willhe?’saidSam.’You’reforgettingthegreatbigelvishwarriorthat’sloose!’Andwiththatheracedroundthelastcorner,onlytofindthatbysometrickofthetunnel,orofthehearingwhichtheRinggavehim,hehadmisjudgedthedistance.
Thetwoorc-figureswerestillsomewayahead.Hecouldseethemnow,blackandsquatagainstaredglare.Thepassageranstraightatlast,upanincline;andattheend,wideopen,weregreatdoubledoors,leadingprobablytodeepchambersfarbelowthehighhornofthetower.AlreadytheOrcswiththeirburdenhadpassedinside.GorbagandShagratweredrawingnearthegate.
Samheardaburstofhoarsesinging,blaringofhornsandbangingofgongs,ahideousclamour.GorbagandShagratwerealreadyonthethreshold.
SamyelledandbrandishedSting,buthislittlevoicewasdrownedinthetumult.Nooneheededhim.
Thegreatdoorsslammedto.Boom.Thebarsofironfellintoplaceinside.Clang.Thegatewasshut.Samhurledhimselfagainsttheboltedbrazenplatesandfellsenselesstotheground.Hewasoutinthedarkness.FrodowasalivebuttakenbytheEnemy.
