Властелин колец: Две башни
The King of the Golden Hall
’ThisisthehouseofThéoden,notofAragorn,evenwereheKingofGondorintheseatofDenethor,’saidHáma,steppingswiftlybeforethedoorsandbarringtheway.Hisswordwasnowinhishandandthepointtowardsthestrangers.
’Thisisidletalk,’saidGandalf.’NeedlessisThéoden’sdemand,butitisuselesstorefuse.Akingwillhavehiswayinhisownhall,beitfollyorwisdom.’
’Truly,’saidAragorn.’AndIwoulddoasthemasterofthehousebademe,werethisonlyawoodman’scot,ifIborenowanyswordbutAndúril.’
’Whateveritsnamemaybe,’saidHáma,’hereyoushalllayit,ifyouwouldnotfightaloneagainstallthemeninEdoras.’
’Notalone!’saidGimli,fingeringthebladeofhisaxe,andlookingdarklyupattheguard,asifhewereayoungtreethatGimlihadamindtofell.’Notalone!’
’Come,come!’saidGandalf.’Weareallfriendshere.Orshouldbe;forthelaughterofMordorwillbeouronlyreward,ifwequarrel.Myerrandispressing.Hereatleastismysword,goodmanHáma.Keepitwell.Glamdringitiscalled,fortheElvesmadeitlongago.Nowletmepass.Come,Aragorn!’
SlowlyAragornunbuckledhisbeltandhimselfsethissworduprightagainstthewall.’HereIsetit,’hesaid;’butIcommandyounottotouchit,nortopermitanyothertolayhandonit.InthiselvishheathdwellstheBladethatwasBrokenandhasbeenmadeagain.Telcharfirstwroughtitinthedeepsoftime.DeathshallcometoanymanthatdrawsElendil’sswordsaveElendil’sheir.’
