Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Land of Shadow
"IfonlytheLadycouldseeusorhearus,I’dsaytoher:"YourLadyship,allwewantislightandwater;justcleanwaterandplaindaylight,betterthananyjewels,beggingyourpardon."Butit’salongwaytoLórien."SamsighedandwavedhishandtowardstheheightsoftheEphelDuath,nowonlytobeguessedasadeeperblacknessagainsttheblacksky.
Theystartedoffagain.TheyhadnotgonefarwhenFrodopaused."There’saBlackRideroverus,"hesaid."Icanfeelit.Wehadbetterkeepstillforawhile."
Crouchedunderagreatbouldertheysatfacingbackwestwardanddidnotspeakforsometime.ThenFrodobreathedasighofrelief."It’spassed,"hesaid.Theystoodup,andthentheybothstaredinwonder.Awaytotheirleft,southward,againstaskythatwasturninggrey,thepeaksandhighridgesofthegreatrangebegantoappeardarkandblack,visibleshapes.Lightwasgrowingbehindthem.SlowlyitcrepttowardstheNorth.Therewasbattlefaraboveinthehighspacesoftheair.ThebillowingcloudsofMordorwerebeingdrivenback,theiredgestatteringasawindoutofthelivingworldcameupandsweptthefumesandsmokestowardsthedarklandoftheirhome.UndertheliftingskirtsofthedrearycanopydimlightleakedintoMordorlikepalemorningthroughthegrimedwindowofaprison.
"Lookatit,Mr.Frodo!"saidSam."Lookatit!Thewind’schanged.Something’shappening.He’snothavingitallhisownway.Hisdarknessisbreakingupoutintheworldthere.
