Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Hewasmovingquietlynow:forhethoughtthathecouldhearthesoundofvoicestalking,stillsomewayabove.Morethanoneratremainedalive,itseemed.
Allatonce,whenhefeltthathecouldpumpoutnomorebreath,norforcehiskneestobendagain,thestairended.Hestoodstill.Thevoiceswerenowloudandnear.Sampeeredabout.HehadclimbedrighttotheflatroofofthethirdandhighesttieroftheTower:anopenspace,abouttwentyyardsacross,withalowparapet.Therethestairwascoveredbyasmalldomedchamberinthemidstoftheroof,withlowdoorsfacingeastandwest.EastwardSamcouldseetheplainofMordorvastanddarkbelow,andtheburningmountainfaraway.Afreshturmoilwassurginginitsdeepwells,andtheriversoffireblazedsofiercelythatevenatthisdistanceofmanymilesthelightofthemlitthetower-topwitharedglare.Westwardtheviewwasblockedbythebaseofthegreatturretthatstoodatthebackofthisuppercourtandreareditshornhighabovethecrestoftheencirclinghills.Lightgleamedinawindow-slit.ItsdoorwasnottenyardsfromwhereSamstood.Itwasopenbutdark,andfromjustwithinitsshadowthevoicescame.
AtfirstSamdidnotlisten;hetookapaceoutoftheeastwarddoorandlookedabout.Atoncehesawthatupherethefightinghadbeenfiercest.Allthecourtwaschokedwithdeadorcsortheirseveredandscatteredheadsandlimbs.Theplacestankofdeath.Asnarlfollowedbyablowandacrysenthimdartingbackintohiding.
