Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Bridge of Khazad-dum
ThisistheSecondHallofOldMoria;andtheGatesarenear:awaybeyondtheeasternend,ontheleft,notmorethanaquarterofamile.AcrosstheBridge,upabroadstair,alongawideroadthroughtheFirstHall,andout!Butcomeandlook!"
Theypeeredout.Beforethemwasanothercavernoushall.Itwasloftierandfarlongerthantheoneinwhichtheyhadslept.Theywerenearitseasternend;westwarditranawayintodarkness.Downthecentrestalkedadoublelineoftoweringpillars.Theywerecarvedlikebolesofmightytreeswhoseboughsupheldtheroofwithabranchingtraceryofstone.Theirstemsweresmoothandblack,butaredglowwasdarklymirroredintheirsides.Rightacrossthefloor,closetothefeetoftwohugepillarsagreatfissurehadopened.Outofitafierceredlightcame,andnowandagainflameslickedatthebrinkandcurledaboutthebasesofthecolumns.Wispsofdarksmokewaveredinthehotair.
"Ifwehadcomebythemainroaddownfromtheupperhalls,weshouldhavebeentrappedhere,"saidGandalf."Letushopethatthefirenowliesbetweenusandpursuit.Come!Thereisnotimetolose."
Evenashespoketheyheardagainthepursuingdrum-beat:Doom,doom,doom.Awaybeyondtheshadowsatthewesternendofthehalltherecamecriesandhorn-calls.Doom,doom:thepillarsseemedtotrembleandtheflamestoquiver.
"Nowforthelastrace!"saidGandalf."Ifthesunisshiningoutsidewemaystillescape.
