Властелин колец: Возвращение короля

           AllthislastdayFrodohadnotspoken,buthadwalkedhalf-bowed,oftenstumbling,asifhiseyesnolongersawthewaybeforehisfeet.Samguessedthatamongalltheirpainsheboretheworst,thegrowingweightoftheRing,aburdenonthebodyandatormenttohismind.AnxiouslySamhadnotedhowhismaster’slefthandwouldoftenberaisedasiftowardonablow,ortoscreenhisshrinkingeyesfromadreadfulEyethatsoughttolookinthem.Andsometimeshisrighthandwouldcreeptohisbreast,clutching,andthenslowly,asthewillrecoveredmastery,itwouldbewithdrawn.

           NowastheblacknessofnightreturnedFrodosat,hisheadbetweenhisknees,hisarmshangingwearilytothegroundwherehishandslayfeeblytwitching.Samwatchedhim,tillnightcoveredthembothandhidthemfromoneanother.Hecouldnolongerfindanywordstosay;andheturnedtohisowndarkthoughts.Asforhimself,thoughwearyandunderashadowoffear,hestillhadsomestrengthleft.Thelembashadavirtuewithoutwhichtheywouldlongagohavelaindowntodie.Itdidnotsatisfydesire,andattimesSam’smindwasfilledwiththememoriesoffood,andthelongingforsimplebreadandmeats.AndyetthiswaybreadoftheElveshadapotencythatincreasedastravellersreliedonitaloneanddidnotmingleitwithotherfoods.Itfedthewill,anditgavestrengthtoendure,andtomastersinewandlimbbeyondthemeasureofmortalkind.Butnowanewdecisionmustbemade.