Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Mount Doom
SoonitbentagainandwithalasteastwardcoursepassedinacuttingalongthefaceoftheconeandcametothedarkdoorintheMountain’sside,thedooroftheSammathNaur.FarawaynowrisingtowardstheSouththesun,piercingthesmokesandhaze,burnedominous,adullbleareddiscofred;butallMordorlayabouttheMountainlikeadeadland,silent,shadow-folded,waitingforsomedreadfulstroke.
Samcametothegapingmouthandpeeredin.Itwasdarkandhot,andadeeprumblingshooktheair."Frodo!Master!"hecalled.Therewasnoanswer.Foramomenthestood,hisheartbeatingwithwildfears,andthenheplungedin.Ashadowfollowedhim.
Atfirsthecouldseenothing.InhisgreatneedhedrewoutoncemorethephialofGaladriel,butitwaspaleandcoldinhistremblinghandandthrewnolightintothatstiflingdark.HewascometotheheartoftherealmofSauronandtheforgesofhisancientmight,greatestinMiddle-earth;allotherpowerswereheresubdued.Fearfullyhetookafewuncertainstepsinthedark,andthenallatoncetherecameaflashofredthatleapedupward,andsmotethehighblackroof.ThenSamsawthathewasinalongcaveortunnelthatboredintotheMountain’ssmokingcone.Butonlyashortwayaheaditsfloorandthewallsoneithersidewereclovenbyagreatfissure,outofwhichtheredglarecame,nowleapingup,nowdyingdownintodarkness;andallthewhilefarbelowtherewasarumourandatroubleasofgreatenginesthrobbingandlabouring.
