Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Breaking of the Fellowship
andthehauntedMountains,anditlookeduponGorgoroth,thevalleyofterrorintheLandofMordor.DarknesslaythereundertheSun.Fireglowedamidthesmoke.MountDoomwasburning,andagreatreekrising.Thenatlasthisgazewasheld:walluponwall,battlementuponbattlement,black,immeasurablystrong,mountainofiron,gateofsteel,towerofadamant,hesawit:Barad-dur,FortressofSauron.Allhopelefthim.
AndsuddenlyhefelttheEye.TherewasaneyeintheDarkTowerthatdidnotsleep.Heknewthatithadbecomeawareofhisgaze.Afierceeagerwillwasthere.Itleapedtowardshim;almostlikeafingerhefeltit,searchingforhim.Verysoonitwouldnailhimdown,knowjustexactlywherehewas.AmonLhawittouched.ItglanceduponTolBrandirhethrewhimselffromtheseat,crouching,coveringhisheadwithhisgreyhood.
Heheardhimselfcryingout:Never,never!Orwasit:VerilyIcome,Icometoyou?Hecouldnottell.Thenasaflashfromsomeotherpointofpowertherecametohismindanotherthought:Takeitoff!Takeitoff!Fool,takeitoff!TakeofftheRing!
Thetwopowersstroveinhim.Foramoment,perfectlybalancedbetweentheirpiercingpoints,hewrithed,tormented.Suddenlyhewasawareofhimselfagain.Frodo,neithertheVoicenortheEye:freetochoose,andwithoneremaininginstantinwhichtodoso.HetooktheRingoffhisfinger.Hewaskneelinginclearsunlightbeforethehighseat.
