Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Therewerelonghairybreechesofsomeuncleanbeast-fell,andatunicofdirtyleather.Hedrewthemon.Overthetunicwentacoatofstoutring-mail,shortforafull-sizedorc,toolongforFrodoandheavy.Aboutitheclaspedabelt,atwhichtherehungashortsheathholdingabroad-bladedstabbing-sword.Samhadbroughtseveralorc-helmets.OneofthemfittedFrodowellenough,ablackcapwithironrim,andironhoopscoveredwithleatheruponwhichtheevilEyewaspaintedinredabovethebeaklikenose-guard.
"TheMorgul-stuff,Gorbag’sgear,wasabetterfitandbettermade,"saidSam;"butitwouldn’tdo,Iguess,togocarryinghistokensintoMordor,notafterthisbusinesshere.Well,thereyouare,Mr.Frodo.Aperfectlittleorc,ifImaymakesobold-atleastyouwouldbe,ifwecouldcoveryourfacewithamask,giveyoulongerarms,andmakeyoubow-legged.Thiswillhidesomeofthetell-tales."HeputalargeblackcloakroundFrodo’sshoulders."Nowyou’reready!Youcanpickupashieldaswego."
"Whataboutyou,Sam?"saidFrodo."Aren’twegoingtomatch?"
"Well,Mr.Frodo,I’vebeenthinking,"saidSam."I’dbestnotleaveanyofmystuffbehind,andwecan’tdestroyit.AndIcan’twearorc-mailoverallmyclothes,canI?I’lljusthavetocoverup."
Hekneltdownandcarefullyfoldedhiselven-cloak.Itwentintoasurprisinglysmallroll.Thisheputintohispackthatlayonthefloor.
