Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Mount Doom
There’snothingontheroads,andwe’dbestbegettingawaywhilethere’sachance.Canyoumanageit?"
"Icanmanageit,"saidFrodo."Imust."
Oncemoretheystarted,crawlingfromhollowtohollow,flittingbehindsuchcoverastheycouldfind,butmovingalwaysinaslanttowardsthefoothillsofthenorthernrange.Butastheywentthemosteasterlyoftheroadsfollowedthem,untilitranoff,huggingtheskirtsofthemountains,awayintoawallofblackshadowfarahead.Neithermannororcnowmovedalongitsflatgreystretches;fortheDarkLordhadalmostcompletedthemovementofhisforces,andeveninthefastnessofhisownrealmhesoughtthesecrecyofnight,fearingthewindsoftheworldthathadturnedagainsthim,tearingasidehisveils,andtroubledwithtidingsofboldspiesthathadpassedthroughhisfences.
Thehobbitshadgoneafewwearymileswhentheyhalted.Frodoseemednearlyspent.Samsawthathecouldnotgomuchfurtherinthisfashion,crawling,stooping,nowpickingadoubtfulwayveryslowly,nowhurryingatastumblingrun.
"I’mgoingbackontotheroadwhilethelightlasts,Mr.Frodo,"hesaid."Trusttoluckagain!Itnearlyfaileduslasttime,butitdidn’tquite.Asteadypaceforafewmoremiles,andthenarest."
Hewastakingafargreaterriskthanheknew;butFrodowastoomuchoccupiedwithhisburdenandwiththestruggleinhismindtodebate,andalmosttoohopelesstocare.
