Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Hehadpassedbeyondthetorchlight,almosttoagreatarcheddoorattheendofthepassage,theinnersideoftheundergate,asherightlyguessed,whentherecamefromhighaboveadreadfulchokingshriek.Hestoppedshort.Thenheheardfeetcoming.Someonewasrunningingreathastedownanechoingstairwayoverhead.
Hiswillwastooweakandslowtorestrainhishand.ItdraggedatthechainandclutchedtheRing.ButSamdidnotputiton;forevenasheclaspedittohisbreast,anorccameclatteringdown.Leapingoutofadarkopeningattheright,itrantowardshim.Itwasnomorethansixpacesfromhimwhen,liftingitshead,itsawhim;andSamcouldhearitsgaspingbreathandseetheglareinitsbloodshoteyes.Itstoppedshortaghast.Forwhatitsawwasnotasmallfrightenedhobbittryingtoholdasteadysword:itsawagreatsilentshape,cloakedinagreyshadow,loomingagainstthewaveringlightbehind;inonehanditheldasword,theverylightofwhichwasabitterpain,theotherwasclutchedatitsbreast,butheldconcealedsomenamelessmenaceofpoweranddoom.
Foramomenttheorccrouched,andthenwithahideousyelpoffearitturnedandfledbackasithadcome.NeverwasanydogmoreheartenedwhenitsenemyturnedtailthanSamatthisunexpectedflight.Withashouthegavechase.
"Yes!TheElf-warriorisloose!"hecried."I’mcoming.
