Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
HisloveforFrodoroseaboveallotherthoughts,andforgettinghisperilhecriedaloud:"I’mcoming,Mr.Frodo!"
Heranforwardtotheclimbingpath,andoverit.Atoncetheroadturnedleftandplungedsteeplydown.SamhadcrossedintoMordor.
HetookofftheRing,moveditmaybebysomedeeppremonitionofdanger,thoughtohimselfhethoughtonlythathewishedtoseemoreclearly."Betterhavealookattheworst,"hemuttered."Nogoodblunderingaboutinafog!"
Hardandcruelandbitterwasthelandthatmethisgaze.BeforehisfeetthehighestridgeoftheEphelDuathfellsteeplyingreatcliffsdownintoadarktrough,onthefurthersideofwhichthereroseanotherridge,muchlower,itsedgenotchedandjaggedwithcragslikefangsthatstoodoutblackagainsttheredlightbehindthem:itwasthegrimMorgai,theinnerringofthefencesoftheland.Farbeyondit,butalmoststraightahead,acrossawidelakeofdarknessdottedwithtinyfires,therewasagreatburningglow;andfromitroseinhugecolumnsaswirlingsmoke,dustyredattheroots,blackabovewhereitmergedintothebillowingcanopythatroofedinalltheaccursedland.
SamwaslookingatOrodruin,theMountainofFire.Everandanonthefurnacesfarbelowitsashenconewouldgrowhotandwithagreatsurgingandthrobbingpourforthriversofmoltenrockfromchasmsinitssides.
