Властелин колец: Две башни
The White Rider
Agleamofsunthroughfleetingcloudsfellonhishands,whichlaynowupturnedonhislap:theyseemedtobefilledwithlightasacupiswithwater.Atlasthelookedupandgazedstraightatthesun.
’Themorningiswearingaway,’hesaid.’Soonwemustgo.’
’DowegotofindourfriendsandtoseeTreebeard?’askedAragorn.
’No,’saidGandalf.’Thatisnottheroadthatyoumusttake.Ihavespokenwordsofhope.Butonlyofhope.Hopeisnotvictory.Warisuponusandallourfriends,awarinwhichonlytheuseoftheRingcouldgiveussuretyofvictory.Itfillsmewithgreatsorrowandgreatfear:formuchshallbedestroyedandallmaybelost.IamGandalf,GandalftheWhite,butBlackismightierstill.’
Heroseandgazedouteastward,shadinghiseyes,asifhesawthingsfarawaythatnoneofthemcouldsee.Thenheshookhishead.’No,’hesaidinasoftvoice,’ithasgonebeyondourreach.Ofthatatleastletusbeglad.WecannolongerbetemptedtousetheRing.Wemustgodowntofaceaperilneardespair,yetthatdeadlyperilisremoved.’
Heturned.’Come,AragornsonofArathorn!’hesaid.’DonotregretyourchoiceinthevalleyoftheEmynMuil,norcallitavainpursuit.Youchoseamiddoubtsthepaththatseemedright:thechoicewasjust,andithasbeenrewarded.Forsowehavemetintime,whootherwisemighthavemettoolate.Butthequestofyourcompanionsisover.Yournextjourneyismarkedbyyourgivenword.YoumustgotoEdorasandseekoutThéodeninhishall.Foryouareneeded.
