Властелин колец: Возвращение короля

           Theyrestedforsomeminutesandthenwenton;buttheyhadnottakenmanystepswhensuddenlyinthestillnessofthenighttheyheardthesoundthatallalongtheyhadsecretlydreaded:thenoiseofmarchingfeet.Itwasstillsomewaybehindthem,butlookingbacktheycouldseethetwinkleoftorchescomingroundthebendlessthanamileaway,andtheyweremovingfast:toofastforFrodotoescapebyflightalongtheroadahead.

           "Ifearedit,Sam,"saidFrodo."We’vetrustedtoluck,andithasfailedus.We’retrapped."Helookedwildlyupatthefrowningwall,wheretheroad-buildersofoldhadcuttherocksheerformanyfathomsabovetheirheads.Herantotheothersideandlookedoverthebrinkintoadarkpitofgloom."We’retrappedatlast!"hesaid.Hesanktothegroundbeneaththewallofrockandbowedhishead.

           "Seemsso,"saidSam."Well,wecanbutwaitandsee."AndwiththathesatdownbesideFrodoundertheshadowofthecliff.

           Theydidnothavetowaitlong.Theorcsweregoingatagreatpace.Thoseintheforemostfilesboretorches.Ontheycame,redflamesinthedark,swiftlygrowing.NowSamtoobowedhishead,hopingthatitwouldhidehisfacewhenthetorchesreachedthem;andhesettheirshieldsbeforetheirkneestohidetheirfeet.

           "Ifonlytheyareinahurryandwillletacoupleoftiredsoldiersaloneandpasson!"hethought.

           Andsoitseemedthattheywould.Theleadingorcscamelopingalong,panting,holdingtheirheadsdown.