Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
Therewasaquarrel,Iguess:itisnouncommonthingwiththesefoulfolk.Maybetherewassomedisputeabouttheroad.’
’Oraboutthecaptives,’saidGimli.’Letushopethatthey,too,didnotmeettheirendhere.’
Aragornsearchedthegroundinawidecircle,butnoothertracesofthefightcouldbefound.Theywenton.Alreadytheeastwardskywasturningpale;thestarswerefading,andagreylightwasslowlygrowing.Alittlefurthernorththeycametoafoldinwhichatinystream,fallingandwinding,hadcutastonypathdownintothevalley.Initsomebushesgrew,andtherewerepatchesofgrassuponitssides.
’Atlast!’saidAragorn.’Herearethetracksthatweseek!Upthiswater-channel:thisisthewaythattheOrcswentaftertheirdebate.’
Swiftlynowthepursuersturnedandfollowedthenewpath.Asiffreshfromanight’sresttheysprangfromstonetostone.Atlasttheyreachedthecrestofthegreyhill,andasuddenbreezeblewintheirhairandstirredtheircloaks:thechillwindofdawn.
TurningbacktheysawacrosstheRiverthefarhillskindled.Dayleapedintothesky.Theredrimofthesunroseovertheshouldersofthedarkland.
