Властелин колец: Две башни
The White Rider
Hesteppeddownfromtherock,andpickinguphisgreycloakwrappeditabouthim:itseemedasifthesunhadbeenshining,butnowwashidincloudagain.’Yes,youmaystillcallmeGandalf,’hesaid,andthevoicewasthevoiceoftheiroldfriendandguide.’Getup,mygoodGimli!Noblametoyou,andnoharmdonetome.Indeedmyfriends,noneofyouhaveanyweaponthatcouldhurtme.Bemerry!Wemeetagain.Attheturnofthetide.Thegreatstormiscoming,butthetidehasturned.’
HelaidhishandonGimli’shead,andtheDwarflookedupandlaughedsuddenly.’Gandalf!’hesaid.’Butyouareallinwhite!’
’Yes,Iamwhitenow,’saidGandalf.’IndeedIamSaruman,onemightalmostsay,Sarumanasheshouldhavebeen.Butcomenow,tellmeofyourselves!Ihavepassedthroughfireanddeepwater,sinceweparted.IhaveforgottenmuchthatIthoughtIknew,andlearnedagainmuchthatIhadforgotten.Icanseemanythingsfaroff,butmanythingsthatarecloseathandIcannotsee.Tellmeofyourselves!’
’Whatdoyouwishtoknow?’saidAragorn.’Allthathashappenedsincewepartedonthebridgewouldbealongtale.Willyounotfirstgiveusnewsofthehobbits?Didyoufindthem,andaretheysafe?’
’No,Ididnotfindthem,’saidGandalf.’TherewasadarknessoverthevalleysoftheEmynMuil,andIdidnotknowoftheircaptivity,untiltheeagletoldme.’
’Theeagle!’saidLegolas.’Ihaveseenaneaglehighandfaroff:thelasttimewasthreedaysago,abovetheEmynMuil.’
