Властелин колец: Возвращение короля

           InwesternlandsbeneaththeSun

           theflowersmayriseinSpring,

           thetreesmaybud,thewatersrun,

           themerryfinchessing.

           Ortheremaybe"tiscloudlessnight

           andswayingbeechesbear

           theElven-starsasjewelswhite

           amidtheirbranchinghair.

           Thoughhereatjourney’sendIlie

           indarknessburieddeep,

           beyondalltowersstrongandhigh,

           beyondallmountainssteep,

           aboveallshadowsridestheSun

           andStarsforeverdwell:

           IwillnotsaytheDayisdone,

           norbidtheStarsfarewell.

           "Beyondalltowersstrongandhigh,"hebeganagain,andthenhestoppedshort.Hethoughtthathehadheardafaintvoiceansweringhim.Butnowhecouldhearnothing.Yes,hecouldhearsomething,butnotavoice.Footstepswereapproaching.Nowadoorwasbeingopenedquietlyinthepassageabove;thehingescreaked.Samcroucheddownlistening.Thedoorclosedwithadullthud;andthenasnarlingorc-voicerangout.

           "Hola!Youupthere,youdunghillrat!Stopyoursqueaking,orI’llcomeanddealwithyou.D’youhear?"

           Therewasnoanswer.

           "Allright,"growledSnaga."ButI’llcomeandhavealookatyouallthesame,andseewhatyou’reupto.