Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Breaking of the Fellowship
Frododidnotevenhearhiscries.Hewasalreadyfaraway,leapingblindlyupthepathtothehill-top.Terrorandgriefshookhim,seeinginhisthoughtthemadfiercefaceofBoromir,andhisburningeyes.
SoonhecameoutaloneonthesummitofAmonHen,andhalted,gaspingforbreath.Hesawasthroughamistawideflatcircle,pavedwithmightyflags,andsurroundedwithacrumblingbattlement;andinthemiddle,setuponfourcarvenpillars,wasahighseat,reachedbyastairofmanysteps.Uphewentandsatupontheancientchair,feelinglikealostchildthathadclambereduponthethroneofmountain-kings.
Atfirsthecouldseelittle.Heseemedtobeinaworldofmistinwhichtherewereonlyshadows:theRingwasuponhim.Thenhereandtherethemistgavewayandhesawmanyvisions:smallandclearasiftheywereunderhiseyesuponatable,andyetremote.Therewasnosound,onlybrightlivingimages.Theworldseemedtohaveshrunkandfallensilent.HewassittingupontheSeatofSeeing,onAmonHen,theHilloftheEyeoftheMenofNumenor.Eastwardhelookedintowideunchartedlands,namelessplains,andforestsunexplored.Northwardhelooked,andtheGreatRiverlaylikearibbonbeneathhim,andtheMistyMountainsstoodsmallandhardasbrokenteeth.WestwardhelookedandsawthebroadpasturesofRohan;andOrthanc,thepinnacleofIsengard,likeablackspike.
