Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           OutoftheGatestheyranandsprangdownthehugeandage-wornsteps,thethresholdofMoria.

           Thus,atlast,theycamebeyondhopeundertheskyandfeltthewindontheirfaces.

           Theydidnothaltuntiltheywereoutofbowshotfromthewalls.DimrillDalelayaboutthem.TheshadowoftheMistyMountainslayuponit,buteastwardstherewasagoldenlightontheland.Itwasbutonehourafternoon.Thesunwasshining;thecloudswerewhiteandhigh.

           Theylookedback.DarkyawnedthearchwayoftheGatesunderthemountain-shadow.Faintandfarbeneaththeearthrolledtheslowdrum-beats:doom.Athinblacksmoketrailedout.Nothingelsewastobeseen;thedaleallaroundwasempty.Doom.Griefatlastwhollyovercamethem,andtheyweptlong:somestandingandsilent,somecastupontheground.Doom,doom.Thedrum-beatsfaded.