Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Mount Doom
Therewasapath,buthowhewastogetuptheslopetoithedidnotknow.Firsthemusteasehisachingback.HelayflatbesideFrodoforawhile.Neitherspoke.Slowlythelightgrew.SuddenlyasenseofurgencywhichhedidnotunderstandcametoSam.Itwasalmostasifhehadbeencalled:"Now,now,oritwillbetoolate!"Hebracedhimselfandgotup.Frodoalsoseemedtohavefeltthecall.Hestruggledtohisknees.
"I’llcrawl,Sam,"hegasped.
Sofootbyfoot,likesmallgreyinsects,theycreptuptheslope.Theycametothepathandfoundthatitwasbroad,pavedwithbrokenrubbleandbeatenash.Frodoclamberedontoit,andthenmovedasifbysomecompulsionheturnedslowlytofacetheEast.FarofftheshadowsofSauronhung;buttornbysomegustofwindoutoftheworld,orelsemovedbysomegreatdisquietwithin,themantlingcloudsswirled,andforamomentdrewaside;andthenhesaw,risingblack,blackeranddarkerthanthevastshadesamidwhichitstood,thecruelpinnaclesandironcrownofthetopmosttowerofBarad-dur.Onemomentonlyitstaredout,butasfromsomegreatwindowimmeasurablyhightherestabbednorthwardaflameofred,theflickerofapiercingEye;andthentheshadowswerefurledagainandtheterriblevisionwasremoved.TheEyewasnotturnedtothem:itwasgazingnorthtowheretheCaptainsoftheWeststoodatbay,andthitherallitsmalicewasnowbent,asthePowermovedtostrikeitsdeadlyblow;butFrodoatthatdreadfulglimpsefellasonestrickenmortally.
