Властелин колец: Две башни

           Thenextdaytheyspentalsoinhiscompany,buttheydidnotgofarfromhis’house’.Mostofthetimetheysatsilentundertheshelterofthebank;forthewindwascolder,andthecloudscloserandgreyer;therewaslittlesunshine,andinthedistancethevoicesoftheEntsattheMootstillroseandfell,sometimesloudandstrong,sometimeslowandsad,sometimesquickening,sometimesslowandsolemnasadirge.AsecondnightcameandstilltheEntsheldconclaveunderhurryingcloudsandfitfulstars.

           Thethirddaybroke,bleakandwindy.AtsunrisetheEnts’voicesrosetoagreatclamourandthendieddownagain.Asthemorningworeonthewindfellandtheairgrewheavywithexpectancy.ThehobbitscouldseethatBregaladwasnowlisteningintently,althoughtothem,downinthedellofhisent-house,thesoundoftheMootwasfaint.

           Theafternooncame,andthesun,goingwesttowardsthemountains,sentoutlongyellowbeamsbetweenthecracksandfissuresoftheclouds.Suddenlytheywereawarethateverythingwasveryquiet;thewholeforeststoodinlisteningsilence.Ofcourse,theEnt-voiceshadstopped.Whatdidthatmean?Bregaladwasstandinguperectandtense,lookingbacknorthwardstowardsDerndingle.

           Thenwithacrashcameagreatringingshout:ra-hoom-rah!Thetreesquiveredandbentasifagusthadstruckthem.Therewasanotherpause,andthenamarchingmusicbeganlikesolemndrums,andabovetherollingbeatsandboomstherewelledvoicessinginghighandstrong.