Властелин колец: Возвращение короля

           Halffearingabreakingplungedownontounseenrocksthehobbitslanded,inadropofnomorethanadozenfeet,withathudandacrunchintothelastthingthattheyhadexpected:atangleofthornybushes.ThereSamlaystill,softlysuckingascratchedhand.

           Whenthesoundofhoofandfoothadpassedheventuredawhisper."Blessme,Mr.Frodo,butIdidn’tknowasanythinggrewinMordor!ButifIhada’known,thisisjustwhatI’dhavelookedfor.Thesethornsmustbeafootlongbythefeelofthem;they’vestuckthrougheverythingI’vegoton.WishI’da’putthatmail-shirton!"

           "Orc-maildoesn’tkeepthesethornsout,"saidFrodo."Notevenaleatherjerkinisanygood."

           Theyhadastruggletogetoutofthethicket.Thethornsandbriarswereastoughaswireandasclingingasclaws.Theircloakswererentandtatteredbeforetheybrokefreeatlast.

           "Nowdownwego,Sam,"Frodowhispered."Downintothevalleyquick,andthenturnnorthward,assoonaseverwecan."

           Daywascomingagainintheworldoutside,andfarbeyondthegloomsofMordortheSunwasclimbingovertheeasternrimofMiddle-earth;buthereallwasstilldarkasnight.TheMountainsmoulderedanditsfireswentout.Theglarefadedfromthecliffs.TheeasterlywindthathadbeenblowingeversincetheyleftIthiliennowseemeddead.