Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           WewillmakethemfeartheChamberofMazarbul!"hesaidgrimlyfeelingtheedgeofhissword,Anduril.

           Heavyfeetwereheardinthecorridor.Boromirflunghimselfagainstthedoorandheaveditto;thenhewedgeditwithbrokensword-bladesandsplintersofwood.TheCompanyretreatedtotheothersideofthechamber.Buttheyhadnochancetoflyyet.Therewasablowonthedoorthatmadeitquiver;andthenitbegantogrindslowlyopen,drivingbackthewedges.Ahugearmandshoulder,withadarkskinofgreenishscales,wasthrustthroughthewideninggap.Thenagreat,flat,toelessfootwasforcedthroughbelow.Therewasadeadsilenceoutside.

           Boromirleapedforwardandhewedatthearmwithallhismight;buthisswordrang,glancedaside,andfellfromhisshakenhand.Thebladewasnotched.

           Suddenly,andtohisownsurprise,Frodofeltahotwrathblazeupinhisheart."TheShire!"hecried,andspringingbesideBoromir,hestooped,andstabbedwithStingatthehideousfoot.Therewasabellow,andthefootjerkedback,nearlywrenchingStingfromFrodo’sarm.Blackdropsdrippedfromthebladeandsmokedonthefloor.Boromirhurledhimselfagainstthedoorandslammeditagain.

           "OnefortheShire!"criedAragorn."Thehobbit’sbiteisdeep!Youhaveagoodblade,FrodosonofDrogo!"

           Therewasacrashonthedoor,followedbycrashaftercrash.Ramsandhammerswerebeatingagainstit.Itcrackedandstaggeredback,andtheopeninggrewsuddenlywide.