Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Thehighchamberoftheturretbehind,wheretheyhadmetagain,seemedalmosthomely:theywereoutintheopenagainnow,andterrorranalongthewalls.AllmightbedeadintheTowerofCirithUngol,butitwassteepedinfearandevilstill.
Atlengththeycametothedoorupontheoutercourt,andtheyhalted.EvenfromwheretheystoodtheyfeltthemaliceoftheWatchersbeatingonthem,blacksilentshapesoneithersideofthegatethroughwhichtheglareofMordordimlyshowed.Astheythreadedtheirwayamongthehideousbodiesoftheorcseachstepbecamemoredifficult.Beforetheyevenreachedthearchwaytheywerebroughttoastand.Tomoveaninchfurtherwasapainandwearinesstowillandlimb.
Frodohadnostrengthforsuchabattle.Hesanktotheground."Ican’tgoon,Sam,"hemurmured."I’mgoingtofaint.Idon’tknowwhat’scomeoverme."
"Ido,Mr.Frodo.Holdupnow!It’sthegate.There’ssomedevilrythere.ButIgotthrough,andI’mgoingtogetout.Itcan’tbemoredangerousthanbefore.Nowforit!"
Samdrewouttheelven-glassofGaladrielagain.Asiftodohonourtohishardihood,andtogracewithsplendourhisfaithfulbrownhobbit-handthathaddonesuchdeeds,thephialblazedforthsuddenly,sothatalltheshadowycourtwaslitwithadazzlingradiancelikelightning;butitremainedsteadyanddidnotpass.
"Gilthoniel,AElbereth!"Samcried
