Властелин колец: Две башни

           Longtree-cladslopesrosefromthelipofthedingle,andawaybeyondthem,abovethefir-treesofthefurthestridgethererose,sharpandwhite,thepeakofahighmountain.Southwardstotheirlefttheycouldseetheforestfallingawaydownintothegreydistance.TherefarawaytherewasapalegreenglimmerthatMerryguessedtobeaglimpseoftheplainsofRohan.

           ’IwonderwhereIsengardis?’saidPippin.

           ’Idon’tknowquitewhereweare,’saidMerry;’butthatpeakisprobablyMethedras,andasfarasIcanremembertheringofIsengardliesinaforkordeepcleftattheendofthemountains.Itisprobablydownbehindthisgreatridge.Thereseemstobeasmokeorhazeoverthere,leftofthepeak,don’tyouthink?’

           ’WhatisIsengardlike?’saidPippin.’IwonderwhatEntscandoaboutitanyway.’

           ’SodoI,’saidMerry.’Isengardisasortofringofrocksorhills,Ithink,withaflatspaceinsideandanislandorpillarofrockinthemiddle,calledOrthanc.Sarumanhasatoweronit.Thereisagate,perhapsmorethanone,intheencirclingwall,andIbelievethereisastreamrunningthroughit;itcomesoutofthemountains,andflowsonacrosstheGapofRohan.ItdoesnotseemthesortofplaceforEntstotackle.ButIhaveanoddfeelingabouttheseEnts:somehowIdon’tthinktheyarequiteassafeand,wellfunnyastheyseem.Theyseemslow,queer,andpatient,almostsad;andyetIbelievetheycouldberoused.Ifthathappened,Iwouldrathernotbeontheotherside.’

           ’Yes!’saidPippin.