Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
"WhathaveIsaid?WhathaveIdone?Forgiveme!Afterallyouhavedone.ItisthehorriblepoweroftheRing.Iwishithadnever,never,beenfound.Butdon’tmindme,Sam.Imustcarrytheburdentotheend.Itcan’tbealtered.Youcan’tcomebetweenmeandthisdoom."
"That’sallright,Mr.Frodo,"saidSam,rubbinghissleeveacrosshiseyes."Iunderstand.ButIcanstillhelp,can’tI?I’vegottogetyououtofhere.Atonce,see!Butfirstyouwantsomeclothesandgearandthensomefood.Theclotheswillbetheeasiestpart.Aswe’reinMordor,we’d,bestdressupMordor-fashion;andanywaythereisn’tnochoice.It’llhavetobeorc-stuffforyou,Mr.Frodo,I’mafraid.Andformetoo.Ifwegotogether,we’dbestmatch.Nowputthisroundyou!"
SamunclaspedhisgreycloakandcastitaboutFrodo’sshoulders.Thenunslinginghispackhelaiditonthefloor.HedrewStingfromitssheath.Hardlyaflickerwastobeseenuponitsblade."Iwasforgettingthis,Mr.Frodo,"hesaid."No,theydidn’tgeteverything!YoulentmeSting,ifyouremember,andtheLady’sglass.I’vegotthembothstill.Butlendthemtomealittlelonger,Mr.Frodo.ImustgoandseewhatIcanfind.Youstayhere.Walkaboutabitandeaseyourlegs.Ishan’tbelong.Ishan’thavetogofar."
"Takecare,Sam!"saidFrodo."Andbequick!Theremaybeorcsstillalive,lurkinginwait."
"I’vegottochanceit,"saidSam.
