Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Hesteppedtothetrap-doorandslippeddowntheladder.Inaminutehisheadreappeared.Hethrewalongknifeonthefloor.
"There’ssomethingthatmightbeuseful,"hesaid."He’sdead:theonethatwhippedyou.Brokehisneck,itseems,inhishurry.Nowyoudrawuptheladder,ifyoucan,Mr.Frodo;anddon’tyouletitdowntillyouhearmecallthepassword.ElberethI’llcall.WhattheElvessay.Noorcwouldsaythat."
Frodosatforawhileandshivered,dreadfulfearschasingoneanotherthroughhismind.Thenhegotup,drewthegreyelven-cloakabouthim,andtokeephismindoccupied,begantowalktoandfro,pryingandpeeringintoeverycornerofhisprison.
Itwasnotverylong,thoughfearmadeitseemanhouratleast,beforeheheardSam’svoicecallingsoftlyfrombelow:Elbereth,Elbereth.Frodoletdownthelightladder.UpcameSam,puffing,heavingagreatbundleonhishead.Heletitfallwithathud.
"Quicknow,Mr.Frodo!"hesaid."I’vehadabitofasearchtofindanythingsmallenoughforthelikesofus.We’llhavetomakedo.Butwemusthurry.I’vemetnothingalive,andI’veseennothingbutI’mnoteasy.Ithinkthisplaceisbeingwatched.Ican’texplainit,butwell,itfeelstomeasifoneofthosefoulflyingRiderswasabout,upintheblacknesswherehecan’tbeseen."
Heopenedthebundle.Frodolookedindisgustatthecontents,buttherewasnothingforit:hehadtoputthethingson,orgonaked.
