Властелин колец: Возвращение короля

           Andthenatlastoverthemilesbetweentherecamearumble,risingtoadeafeningcrashandroar;theearthshook,theplainheavedandcracked,andOrodruinreeled.Firebelchedfromitsrivensummit.Theskiesburstintothundersearedwithlightning.Downlikelashingwhipsfellatorrentofblackrain.Andintotheheartofthestorm,withacrythatpiercedallothersounds,tearingthecloudsasunder,theNazgûlcame,shootinglikeflamingbolts,ascaughtinthefieryruinofhillandskytheycrackled,withered,andwentout.

           "Well,thisistheend,SamGamgee,"saidavoicebyhisside.AndtherewasFrodo,paleandworn,andyethimselfagain;andinhiseyestherewaspeacenow,neitherstrainofwill,normadness,noranyfear.Hisburdenwastakenaway.TherewasthedearmasterofthesweetdaysintheShire.

           "Master!"criedSamandfelluponhisknees.Inallthatruinoftheworldforthemomenthefeltonlyjoy,greatjoy.Theburdenwasgone.Hismasterhadbeensaved;hewashimselfagain,hewasfree.AndthenSamcaughtsightofthemaimedandbleedinghand.

           "Yourpoorhand!"hesaid."AndIhavenothingtobinditwith,orcomfortit.Iwouldhavesparedhimawholehandofminerather.Buthe’sgonenowbeyondrecall,goneforever."

           "Yes,"saidFrodo."ButdoyourememberGandalf’swords:EvenGollummayhavesomethingyettodo?Butforhim,Sam,IcouldnothavedestroyedtheRing.TheQuestwouldhavebeeninvain,evenatthebitterend