Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Land of Shadow
"Well,tosaynothingofwater,we’vegottoeatless,Mr.Frodo,orelsemoveabitquicker,atanyratewhilewe’restillinthisvalley.Onemorebiteandallthefood’sended,savetheElves"waybread."
"I’lltryandbeabitquicker,Sam,"saidFrodo,drawingadeepbreath."Comeonthen!Let’sstartanothermarch!"
Itwasnotyetquitedarkagain.Theyploddedalong,onintothenight.Thehourspassedinawearystumblingtrudgewithafewbriefhalts.Atthefirsthintofgreylightundertheskirtsofthecanopyofshadowtheyhidthemselvesagaininadarkhollowunderanoverhangingstone.
Slowlythelightgrew,untilitwasclearerthanityethadbeen.AstrongwindfromtheWestwasnowdrivingthefumesofMordorfromtheupperairs.Beforelongthehobbitscouldmakeouttheshapeofthelandforsomemilesaboutthem.ThetroughbetweenthemountainsandtheMorgaihadsteadilydwindledasitclimbedupwards,andtheinnerridgewasnownomorethanashelfinthesteepfacesoftheEphelDuath;buttotheeastitfellassheerlyaseverdownintoGorgoroth.Aheadthewater-coursecametoanendinbrokenstepsofrock;foroutfromthemainrangetheresprangahighbarrenspur,thrustingeastwardlikeawall.TomeetittherestretchedoutfromthegreyandmistynorthernrangeofEredLithuialongjuttingarm;andbetweentheendstherewasanarrowgap:CarachAngren,theIsenmouthe,beyondwhichlaythedeepdaleofUdun.
