Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
BeforethemintheWesttheworldlaystill,formlessandgrey;butevenastheylooked,theshadowsofnightmelted,thecoloursofthewakingearthreturned:greenflowedoverthewidemeadsofRohan;thewhitemistsshimmeredinthewatervales;andfarofftotheleft,thirtyleaguesormore,blueandpurplestoodtheWhiteMountains,risingintopeaksofjet,tippedwithglimmeringsnows,flushedwiththeroseofmorning.
’Gondor!Gondor!’criedAragorn.’WouldthatIlookedonyouagaininhappierhour!Notyetdoesmyroadliesouthwardtoyourbrightstreams.
Gondor!Gondor,betweentheMountainsandtheSea!
WestWindblewthere;thelightupontheSilverTree
FelllikebrightrainingardensoftheKingsofold.
Oproudwalls!Whitetowers!Owingedcrownandthroneofgold!
OGondor,Gondor!ShallMenbeholdtheSilverTree,
OrWestWindblowagainbetweentheMountainsandtheSea?
Nowletusgo!’hesaid,drawinghiseyesawayfromtheSouth,andlookingoutwestandnorthtothewaythathemusttread.
Theridgeuponwhichthecompanionsstoodwentdownsteeplybeforetheirfeet.Belowittwentyfathomsormore,therewasawideandruggedshelfwhichendedsuddenlyinthebrinkofasheercliff:theEastWallofRohan.SoendedtheEmynMuil,andthegreenplainsoftheRohirrimstretchedawaybeforethemtotheedgeofsight.
’Look!’criedLegolas,pointingupintothepaleskyabovethem.’Thereistheeagleagain!Heisveryhigh.Heseemstobeflyingnowaway,fromthislandbacktotheNorth.Heisgoingwithgreatspeed.
