Властелин колец: Две башни
The White Rider
’No,itisnotevil;orwhatevilisinitisfaraway.Icatchonlythefaintestechoesofdarkplaceswheretheheartsofthetreesareblack.Thereisnomalicenearus;butthereiswatchfulness,andanger.’
’Well,ithasnocausetobeangrywithme,’saidGimli.’Ihavedoneitnoharm.’
’Thatisjustaswell,’saidLegolas.’Butnonethelessithassufferedharm.Thereissomethinghappeninginside,orgoingtohappen.Doyounotfeelthetenseness?Ittakesmybreath.’
’Ifeeltheairisstuffy,’saidtheDwarf.’ThiswoodislighterthanMirkwood,butitismustyandshabby.’
’Itisold,veryold,’saidtheElf.’SooldthatalmostIfeelyoungagain,asIhavenotfeltsinceIjourneyedwithyouchildren.Itisoldandfullofmemory.Icouldhavebeenhappyhere,ifIhadcomeindaysofpeace.’
’Idaresayyoucould,’snortedGimli.’YouareaWood-elf,anyway,thoughElvesofanykindarestrangefolk.Yetyoucomfortme.Whereyougo,Iwillgo.Butkeepyourbowreadytohand,andIwillkeepmyaxelooseinmybelt.Notforuseontrees,’headdedhastily,lookingupatthetreeunderwhichtheystood.’Idonotwishtomeetthatoldmanatunawareswithoutanargumentreadytohand,thatisall.Letusgo!’
WiththatthethreehuntersplungedintotheforestofFangorn.LegolasandGimlileftthetrackingtoAragorn.Therewaslittleforhimtosee.
