Властелин колец: Две башни
The White Rider
Theyareolderthanhe.NowIhavewalkedthere,butIwillbringnoreporttodarkenthelightofday.Inthatdespairmyenemywasmyonlyhope,andIpursuedhim,clutchingathisheel.ThushebroughtmebackatlasttothesecretwaysofKhazad-dûm:toowellheknewthemall.Everupnowwewent,untilwecametotheEndlessStair.’
’Longhasthatbeenlost,’saidGimli.’Manyhavesaidthatitwasnevermadesaveinlegend,butotherssaythatitwasdestroyed.’
’Itwasmade,andithadnotbeendestroyed,’saidGandalf.’Fromthelowestdungeontothehighestpeakitclimbed.ascendinginunbrokenspiralinmanythousandsteps,untilitissuedatlastinDurin’sTowercarvedinthelivingrockofZirak-zigil,thepinnacleoftheSilvertine.
’ThereuponCelebdilwasalonelywindowinthesnow,andbeforeitlayanarrowspace,adizzyeyrieabovethemistsoftheworld.Thesunshonefiercelythere,butallbelowwaswrappedincloud.Outhesprang,andevenasIcamebehind,heburstintonewflame.Therewasnonetosee,orperhapsinafteragessongswouldstillbesungoftheBattleofthePeak.’SuddenlyGandalflaughed.’Butwhatwouldtheysayinsong?Thosethatlookedupfromafarthoughtthatthemountainwascrownedwithstorm.Thundertheyheard,andlightning,theysaid,smoteuponCelebdil,andleapedbackbrokenintotonguesoffire.Isnotthatenough?Agreatsmokeroseaboutus,vapourandsteam.Icefelllikerain.
