Властелин колец: Две башни
Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit
Fearandwonder,maybe,enlargedhiminthehobbit’seyes,buttheMûmakofHaradwasindeedabeastofvastbulk,andthelikeofhimdoesnotwalknowinMiddle-earth;hiskinthatlivestillinlatterdaysarebutmemoriesofhisgirthandmajesty.Onhecame,straighttowardsthewatchers,andthenswervedasideinthenickoftime,passingonlyafewyardsaway,rockingthegroundbeneaththeirfeet:hisgreatlegsliketrees,enormoussail-likeearsspreadout,longsnoutupraisedlikeahugeserpentabouttostrike.hissmallredeyesraging.Hisupturnedhornliketuskswereboundwithbandsofgoldanddrippedwithblood.Histrappingsofscarletandgoldflappedabouthiminwildtatters.Theruinsofwhatseemedaverywar-towerlayuponhisheavingback,smashedinhisfuriouspassagethroughthewoods;andhighuponhisneckstilldesperatelyclungatinyfigure-thebodyofamightywarrior,agiantamongtheSwertings.
Onthegreatbeastthundered,blunderinginblindwraththroughpoolandthicket.Arrowsskippedandsnappedharmlesslyaboutthetriplehideofhisflanks.Menofbothsidesfledbeforehim,butmanyheovertookandcrushedtotheground.Soonhewaslosttoview,stilltrumpetingandstampingfaraway.WhatbecameofhimSamneverheard:whetherheescapedtoroamthewildforatime,untilheperishedfarfromhishomeorwastrappedinsomedeeppit;orwhetherheragedonuntilheplungedintheGreatRiverandwasswallowedup.
Samdrewadeepbreath.’AnOliphauntitwas!’hesaid.`SothereareOliphaunts,andIhaveseenone
