Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Mount Doom
Theyclimbedontothecausewayandtrudgedalong,downthehardcruelroadthatledtotheDarkToweritself.Buttheirluckheld,andfortherestofthatdaytheymetnolivingormovingthing;andwhennightfelltheyvanishedintothedarknessofMordor.Allthelandnowbroodedasatthecomingofagreatstorm:fortheCaptainsoftheWesthadpassedtheCross-roadsandsetflamesinthedeadlyfieldsofImladMorgul.
Sothedesperatejourneywenton,astheRingwentsouthandthebannersofthekingsrodenorth.Forthehobbitseachday,eachmile,wasmorebitterthantheonebefore,astheirstrengthlessenedandthelandbecamemoreevil.Theymetnoenemiesbyday.Attimesbynight,astheycoweredordrowseduneasilyinsomehidingbesidetheroad,theyheardcriesandthenoiseofmanyfeetortheswiftpassingofsomecruellyriddensteed.Butfarworsethanallsuchperilswastheever-approachingthreatthatbeatuponthemastheywent:thedreadfulmenaceofthePowerthatwaited,broodingindeepthoughtandsleeplessmalicebehindthedarkveilaboutitsThrone.Nearerandneareritdrew,loomingblacker,liketheoncomingofawallofnightatthelastendoftheworld.
Therecameatlastadreadfulnightfall;andevenastheCaptainsoftheWestdrewneartotheendofthelivinglands,thetwowandererscametoanhourofblankdespair.Fourdayshadpassedsincetheyhadescapedfromtheorcs,butthetimelaybehindthemlikeanever-darkeningdream.
