Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Land of Shadow
IwishIcouldseewhatisgoingon!"
ItwasthemorningofthefifteenthofMarch,andovertheValeofAnduintheSunwasrisingabovetheeasternshadow,andthesouth-westwindwasblowing.ThéodenlaydyingonthePelennorFields.
AsFrodoandSamstoodandgazed,therimoflightspreadallalongthelineoftheEphelDuath,andthentheysawashape,movingatagreatspeedoutoftheWest,atfirstonlyablackspeckagainsttheglimmeringstripabovethemountain-tops,butgrowing,untilitplungedlikeaboltintothedarkcanopyandpassedhighabovethem.Asitwentitsentoutalongshrillcry,thevoiceofaNazgûl;butthiscrynolongerheldanyterrorforthem:itwasacryofwoeanddismay,illtidingsfortheDarkTower.TheLordoftheRing-wraithshadmethisdoom.
"WhatdidItellyou?Something’shappening!"criedSam.""Thewar’sgoingwell,"saidShagrat;butGorbaghewasn’tsosure.Andhewasrighttheretoo.Thingsarelookingup,Mr.Frodo.Haven’tyougotsomehopenow?"
"Wellno,notmuch,Sam,"Frodosighed."That’sawaybeyondthemountains.We’regoingeastnotwest.AndI’msotired.AndtheRingissoheavy,Sam.AndIbegintoseeitinmymindallthetime,likeagreatwheeloffire."
Sam’squickspiritssankagainatonce.Helookedathismasteranxiously,andhetookhishand."Come,Mr.Frodo!"hesaid."I’vegotonethingIwanted:abitoflight.Enoughtohelpus,andyetIguessit’sdangeroustoo.
