Властелин колец: Две башни
Treebeard
’Therewererowan-treesinmyhome,’saidBregalad,softlyandsadly,’rowan-treesthattookrootwhenIwasanEnting,manymanyyearsagointhequietoftheworld.TheoldestwereplantedbytheEntstotryandpleasetheEntwives;buttheylookedatthemandsmiledandsaidthattheyknewwherewhiterblossomandricherfruitweregrowing.Yettherearenotreesofallthatrace,thepeopleoftheRose,thataresobeautifultome.Andthesetreesgrewandgrew,tilltheshadowofeachwaslikeagreenhall,andtheirredberriesintheautumnwereaburden,andabeautyandawonder.Birdsusedtoflockthere.Ilikebirds,evenwhentheychatter;andtherowanhasenoughandtospare.Butthebirdsbecameunfriendlyandgreedyandtoreatthetrees,andthrewthefruitdownanddidnoteatit.ThenOrcscamewithaxesandcutdownmytrees.Icameandcalledthembytheirlongnames,buttheydidnotquiver,theydidnothearoranswer:theylaydead.
OOrofarnë,Lassemista,Carnimírië!
Orowanfair,uponyourhairhowwhitetheblossomlay!
Orowanmine,Isawyoushineuponasummer’sday,
Yourrindsobright,yourleavessolight,yourvoicesocoolandsoft:
Uponyourheadhowgolden-redthecrownyouborealoft!
Orowandead,uponyourheadyourhairisdryandgrey;
Yourcrownisspilled,yourvoiceisstilledforeverandaday.
OOrofarnë,Lassemista,Carnimírië!
ThehobbitsfellasleeptothesoundofthesoftsingingofBregalad,thatseemedtolamentinmanytonguesthefalloftreesthathehadloved.
