Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Land of Shadow
TherewasabittertangintheairofMordorthatdriedthemouth.WhenSamthoughtofwaterevenhishopefulspiritquailed.BeyondtheMorgaitherewasthedreadfulplainofGorgorothtocross.
"Nowyougotosleepfirst,Mr.Frodo,"hesaid."It’sgettingdarkagain.Ireckonthisdayisnearlyover."
Frodosighedandwasasleepalmostbeforethewordswerespoken.Samstruggledwithhisownweariness,andhetookFrodo’shand;andtherehesatsilenttilldeepnightfell.Thenatlast,tokeephimselfawake,hecrawledfromthehiding-placeandlookedout.Thelandseemedfullofcreakingandcrackingandslynoises,buttherewasnosoundofvoiceoroffoot.FarabovetheEphelDuathintheWestthenight-skywasstilldimandpale.There,peepingamongthecloud-wrackaboveadarktorhighupinthemountains,Samsawawhitestartwinkleforawhile.Thebeautyofitsmotehisheart,ashelookedupoutoftheforsakenland,andhopereturnedtohim.Forlikeashaft,clearandcold,thethoughtpiercedhimthatintheendtheShadowwasonlyasmallandpassingthing:therewaslightandhighbeautyforeverbeyonditsreach.HissongintheTowerhadbeendefianceratherthanhope;forthenhewasthinkingofhimself.Now,foramoment,hisownfate,andevenhismasters,ceasedtotroublehim.HecrawledbackintothebramblesandlaidhimselfbyFrodo’sside,andputtingawayallfearhecasthimselfintoadeepuntroubledsleep.
Theywoketogether,handinhand.
