Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Land of Shadow
IntheglensoftheMorgaiontheothersideofthevalleylowscrubbytreeslurkedandclung,coarsegreygrass-tussocksfoughtwiththestones,andwitheredmossescrawledonthem;andeverywheregreatwrithing,tangledbramblessprawled.Somehadlongstabbingthorns,somehookedbarbsthatrentlikeknives.Thesullenshrivelledleavesofapastyearhungonthem,gratingandrattlinginthesadairs,buttheirmaggot-riddenbudswereonlyjustopening.Flies,dunorgrey,orblack,markedlikeorcswitharedeye-shapedblotch,buzzedandstung;andabovethebriar-thicketscloudsofhungrymidgesdancedandreeled.
"Orc-gear’snogood,"saidSam,wavinghisarms."IwishI’dgotanorc’shide!"
AtlastFrodocouldgonofurther.Theyhadclimbedupanarrowshelvingravine,buttheystillhadalongwaytogobeforetheycouldevencomeinsightofthelastcraggyridge."Imustrestnow,Sam,andsleepifIcan."saidFrodo.Helookedabout,butthereseemednowhereevenforananimaltocrawlintointhisdismalcountry.Atlength,tiredout,theyslunkunderacurtainofbramblesthathungdownlikeamatoveralowrock-face.
Theretheysatandmadesuchamealastheycould.Keepingbackthepreciouslembasfortheevildaysahead,theyatethehalfofwhatremainedinSam’sbagofFaramir’sprovision:somedriedfruit,andasmallslipofcuredmeat;andtheysippedsomewater.Theyhaddrunkagainfromthepoolsinthevalley,buttheywereverythirstyagain.
