Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
ButwhatcanIdonow?"
Heranbacktothelowerstoreyandtriedthedoor.Itwouldnotmove.Heranupagain,andsweatbegantotrickledownhisface.Hefeltthatevenminuteswereprecious,butonebyonetheyescaped;andhecoulddonothing.HecarednolongerforShagratorSnagaoranyotherorcthatwaseverspawned.Helongedonlyforhismaster,foronesightofhisfaceoronetouchofhishand.
Atlast,wearyandfeelingfinallydefeated,hesatonastepbelowthelevelofthepassage-floorandbowedhisheadintohishands.Itwasquiet,horriblyquiet.Thetorch,thatwasalreadyburninglowwhenhearrived,sputteredandwentout;andhefeltthedarknesscoverhimlikeatide.Andthensoftly,tohisownsurprise,thereatthevainendofhislongjourneyandhisgrief,movedbywhatthoughtinhishearthecouldnottell,Sambegantosing.
Hisvoicesoundedthinandquaveringinthecolddarktower:thevoiceofaforlornandwearyhobbitthatnolisteningorccouldpossiblymistakefortheclearsongofanElven-lord.HemurmuredoldchildishtunesoutoftheShire,andsnatchesofMr.Bilbo’srhymesthatcameintohismindlikefleetingglimpsesofthecountryofhishome.Andthensuddenlynewstrengthroseinhim,andhisvoicerangout,whilewordsofhisowncameunbiddentofitthesimpletune.
