Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Knife in the Dark
‘What’sthat?’gaspedPippinatthesamemoment.
Overthelipofthelittledell,onthesideawayfromthehill,theyfelt,ratherthansaw,ashadowrise,oneshadowormorethanone.Theystrainedtheireyes,andtheshadowsseemedtogrow.Soontherecouldbenodoubt:threeorfourtallblackfigureswerestandingthereontheslope,lookingdownonthem.Soblackweretheythattheyseemedlikeblackholesinthedeepshadebehindthem.Frodothoughtthatheheardafainthissasofvenomousbreathandfeltathinpiercingchill.Thentheshapesslowlyadvanced.
TerrorovercamePippinandMerry,andtheythrewthemselvesflatontheground.SamshranktoFrodo’sside.Frodowashardlylessterrifiedthanhiscompanions;hewasquakingasifhewasbittercold,buthisterrorwasswallowedupinasuddentemptationtoputontheRing.Thedesiretodothislaidholdofhim,andhecouldthinkofnothingelse.HedidnotforgettheBarrow,northemessageofGandalf;butsomethingseemedtobecompellinghimtodisregardallwarnings,andhelongedtoyield.Notwiththehopeofescape,orofdoinganything,eithergoodorbad:hesimplyfeltthathemusttaketheRingandputitonhisfinger.Hecouldnotspeak.HefeltSamlookingathim,asifheknewthathismasterwasinsomegreattrouble,buthecouldnotturntowardshim.Heshuthiseyesandstruggledforawhile;butresistancebecameunbearable,andatlastheslowlydrewoutthechain,andslippedtheRingontheforefingerofhislefthand
