Властелин колец: Две башни
The White Rider
’Saruman!’criedGimli,springingtowardshimwithaxeinhand.’speak!Telluswhereyouhavehiddenourfriends!Whathaveyoudonewiththem?Speak,orIwillmakeadintinyourhatthatevenawizardwillfindithardtodealwith!’
Theoldmanwastooquickforhim.Hesprangtohisfeetandleapedtothetopofalargerock.Therehestood,grownsuddenlytall,toweringabovethem.Hishoodandhisgreyragswereflungaway.Hiswhitegarmentsshone.Helifteduphisstaff,andGimli’saxeleapedfromhisgraspandfellringingontheground.TheswordofAragorn,stiffinhismotionlesshand,blazedwithasuddenfire.Legolasgaveagreatshoutandshotanarrowhighintotheair:itvanishedinaflashofflame.
’Mithrandir!’hecried.’Mithrandir!’
’Wellmet,Isaytoyouagain.Legolas!’saidtheoldman.
Theyallgazedathim.Hishairwaswhiteassnowinthesunshine;andgleamingwhitewashisrobe;theeyesunderhisdeepbrowswerebright,piercingastheraysofthesun;powerwasinhishand.Betweenwonder,joy,andfeartheystoodandfoundnowordstosay.
AtlastAragornstirred.’Gandalf!’hesaid.’Beyondallhopeyoureturntousinourneed!Whatveilwasovermysight?Gandalf!’Gimlisaidnothing,hutsanktohisknees,shadinghiseyes.
’Gandalf,’theoldmanrepeated,asifrecallingfromoldmemoryalongdisusedword.’Yes,thatwasthename.IwasGandalf.’
