Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Land of Shadow
Samwasalmostfresh,readyforanotherday;butFrodosighed.Hissleephadbeenuneasy,fullofdreamsoffire,andwakingbroughthimnocomfort.Stillhissleephadnotbeenwithoutallhealingvirtue:hewasstronger,moreabletobearhisburdenonestagefurther.Theydidnotknowthetime,norhowlongtheyhadslept;butafteramorseloffoodandasipofwatertheywentonuptheravine,untilitendedinasharpslopeofscreesandslidingstones.Therethelastlivingthingsgaveuptheirstruggle;thetopsoftheMorgaiweregrassless,bare,jagged,barrenasaslate.
Aftermuchwanderingandsearchtheyfoundawaythattheycouldclimb,andwithalasthundredfeetofclawingscrambletheywereup.Theycametoacleftbetweentwodarkcrags,andpassingthroughfoundthemselvesontheveryedgeofthelastfenceofMordor.Belowthem,atthebottomofafallofsomefifteenhundredfeet,laytheinnerplainstretchingawayintoaformlessgloombeyondtheirsight.ThewindoftheworldblewnowfromtheWest,andthegreatcloudswereliftedhigh,floatingawayeastward;butstillonlyagreylightcametothedrearyfieldsofGorgoroth.Theresmokestrailedonthegroundandlurkedinhollows,andfumesleakedfromfissuresintheearth.
Stillfaraway,fortymilesatleast,theysawMountDoom,itsfeetfoundedinashenruin,itshugeconerisingtoagreatheight,whereitsreekingheadwasswathedincloud.
