Властелин колец: Две башни
The White Rider
’Come,come!’heshouted,swinginghisaxe.’SinceGandalf’sheadisnowsacred,letusfindonethatitisrighttocleave!’
’Thatwillnotbefartoseek,’saidGandalf,risingfromhisseat.’Come!Wehavespentallthetimethatisallowedtoameetingofpartedfriends.Nowthereisneedofhaste.’
Hewrappedhimselfagaininhisoldtatteredcloak,andledtheway.Followinghimtheydescendedquicklyfromthehighshelfandmadetheirwaybackthroughtheforest,downthebankoftheEntwash.Theyspokenomorewords,untiltheystoodagainuponthegrassbeyondtheeavesofFangorn.Therewasnosignoftheirhorsestobeseen.
’Theyhavenotreturned,’saidLegolas.’Itwillbeawearywalk!’
’Ishallnotwalk.Timepresses,’saidGandalf.Thenliftinguphisheadhegavealongwhistle.Soclearandpiercingwasthenotethattheothersstoodamazedtohearsuchasoundcomefromthoseoldbeardedlips.Threetimeshewhistled;andthenfaintandfaroffitseemedtothemthattheyheardthewhinnyofahorseborneupfromtheplainsupontheeasternwind.Theywaitedwondering.Beforelongtherecamethesoundofhoofs,atfirsthardlymorethanatremorofthegroundperceptibleonlytoAragornashelayuponthegrass,thengrowingsteadilylouderandclearertoaquickbeat.
’Thereismorethanonehorsecoming,’saidAragorn.
’Certainly,’saidGandalf.’Wearetoogreataburdenforone.’
’Therearethree,’saidLegolas,gazingoutovertheplain.
