Властелин колец: Две башни
The White Rider
Aragornfeltashudderrunthroughhimatthesound,astrangecoldthrill;andyetitwasnotfearorterrorthathefelt:ratheritwaslikethesuddenbiteofakeenair,ortheslapofacoldrainthatwakesanuneasysleeper.
’Myname!’saidtheoldmanagain.’Haveyounotguesseditalready?Youhavehearditbefore,Ithink.Yes,youhavehearditbefore.Butcomenow,whatofyourtale?’
Thethreecompanionsstoodsilentandmadenoanswer.
’Therearesomewhowouldbegintodoubtwhetheryourerrandisfittotell,’saidtheoldman.’HappilyIknowsomethingofit.Youaretrackingthefootstepsoftwoyounghobbits,Ibelieve.Yes,hobbits.Don’tstare,asifyouhadneverheardthestrangenamebefore.Youhave,andsohaveI.Well,theyclimbedupherethedaybeforeyesterday;andtheymetsomeonethattheydidnotexpect.Doesthatcomfortyou?Andnowyouwouldliketoknowwheretheyweretaken?Well,well,maybeIcangiveyousomenewsaboutthat.Butwhyarewestanding?Yourerrand,yousee,isnolongerasurgentasyouthought.Letussitdownandbemoreatease.’
Theoldmanturnedawayandwenttowardsaheapoffallenstonesandrockatthefootofthecliffbehind.Immediately,asifaspellhadbeenremoved,theothersrelaxedandstirred.Gimli’shandwentatoncetohisaxe-haft.Aragorndrewhissword.Legolaspickeduphisbow.
Theoldmantooknonotice,butstoopedandsathimselfonalowflatstone.Thenhisgreycloakdrewapart,andtheysaw,beyonddoubt,thathewasclothedbeneathallinwhite.