Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Mount Doom
ThingsallwentwrongwhenhewentdowninMoria.Iwishhehadn’t.Hewouldhavedonesomething."
ButevenashopediedinSam,orseemedtodie,itwasturnedtoanewstrength.Sam’splainhobbit-facegrewstern,almostgrim,asthewillhardenedinhim,andhefeltthroughallhislimbsathrill,asifhewasturningintosomecreatureofstoneandsteelthatneitherdespairnorwearinessnorendlessbarrenmilescouldsubdue.
Withanewsenseofresponsibilityhebroughthiseyesbacktothegroundnearathand,studyingthenextmove.Asthelightgrewalittlehesawtohissurprisethatwhatfromadistancehadseemedwideandfeaturelessflatswereinfactallbrokenandtumbled.IndeedthewholesurfaceoftheplainsofGorgorothwaspockedwithgreatholes,asif,whileitwasstillawasteofsoftmud,ithadbeensmittenwithashowerofboltsandhugeslingstones.Thelargestoftheseholeswererimmedwithridgesofbrokenrock,andbroadfissuresranoutfromtheminalldirections.Itwasalandinwhichitwouldbepossibletocreepfromhidingtohiding,unseenbyallbutthemostwatchfuleyes:possibleatleastforonewhowasstrongandhadnoneedforspeed.Forthehungryandworn,whohadfartogobeforelifefailed,ithadanevillook.
ThinkingofallthesethingsSamwentbacktohismaster.Hehadnoneedtorousehim.Frodowaslyingonhisbackwitheyesopen,staringatthecloudysky."Well,Mr.Frodo,"saidSam,"I’vebeenhavingalookroundandthinkingabit.
