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- Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
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He
let
go
.
Frodo
followed
.
And
even
as
they
fell
they
heard
the
rush
of
horsemen
sweeping
over
the
bridge
and
the
rattle
of
orc-feet
running
up
behind
.
But
Sam
would
have
laughed
,
if
he
had
dared
.
Half
fearing
a
breaking
plunge
down
on
to
unseen
rocks
the
hobbits
landed
,
in
a
drop
of
no
more
than
a
dozen
feet
,
with
a
thud
and
a
crunch
into
the
last
thing
that
they
had
expected
:
a
tangle
of
thorny
bushes
.
There
Sam
lay
still
,
softly
sucking
a
scratched
hand
.
When
the
sound
of
hoof
and
foot
had
passed
he
ventured
a
whisper
.
"
Bless
me
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
but
I
did
n't
know
as
anything
grew
in
Mordor
!
But
if
I
had
a
'
known
,
this
is
just
what
I
'd
have
looked
for
.
These
thorns
must
be
a
foot
long
by
the
feel
of
them
;
they
've
stuck
through
everything
I
've
got
on
.
Wish
I
'd
a
'
put
that
mail-shirt
on
!
"
"
Orc-mail
does
n't
keep
these
thorns
out
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Not
even
a
leather
jerkin
is
any
good
.
"
They
had
a
struggle
to
get
out
of
the
thicket
.
The
thorns
and
briars
were
as
tough
as
wire
and
as
clinging
as
claws
.
Their
cloaks
were
rent
and
tattered
before
they
broke
free
at
last
.
"
Now
down
we
go
,
Sam
,
"
Frodo
whispered
.
"
Down
into
the
valley
quick
,
and
then
turn
northward
,
as
soon
as
ever
we
can
.
"
Day
was
coming
again
in
the
world
outside
,
and
far
beyond
the
glooms
of
Mordor
the
Sun
was
climbing
over
the
eastern
rim
of
Middle-earth
;
but
here
all
was
still
dark
as
night
.
The
Mountain
smouldered
and
its
fires
went
out
.
The
glare
faded
from
the
cliffs
.
The
easterly
wind
that
had
been
blowing
ever
since
they
left
Ithilien
now
seemed
dead
.
Slowly
and
painfully
they
clambered
down
,
groping
,
stumbling
,
scrambling
among
rock
and
briar
and
dead
wood
in
the
blind
shadows
,
down
and
down
until
they
could
go
no
further
.
At
length
they
stopped
,
and
sat
side
by
side
,
their
backs
against
a
boulder
.
Both
were
sweating
.
"
If
Shagrat
himself
was
to
offer
me
a
glass
of
water
,
I
'd
shake
his
hand
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
Do
n't
say
such
things
!
"
said
Frodo
.
"
It
only
makes
it
worse
.
"
Then
he
stretched
himself
out
,
dizzy
and
weary
,
and
he
spoke
no
more
for
a
while
.
At
last
with
a
struggle
he
got
up
again
.
To
his
amazement
he
found
that
Sam
was
asleep
.
"
Wake
up
,
Sam
!
"
he
said
.
"
Come
on
!
It
's
time
we
made
another
effort
.
"
