Властелин колец: Две башни
The King of the Golden Hall
Afaintlightgrewinthehallagain.Thewomanhastenedtotheking’sside,takinghisarm,andwithfalteringstepstheoldmancamedownfromthedaisandpacedsoftlythroughthehall.Wormtongueremainedlyingonthefloor.TheycametothedoorsandGandalfknocked.
’Open!’hecried.’TheLordoftheMarkcomesforth!’
Thedoorsrolledbackandakeenaircamewhistlingin.Awindwasblowingonthehill.’Sendyourguardsdowntothestairsfoot,’saidGandalf.’Andyou,lady,leavehimawhilewithme.Iwillcareforhim.’
’Go,Éowynsister-daughter!’saidtheoldking.’Thetimeforfearispast.’
Thewomanturnedandwentslowlyintothehouse.Asshepassedthedoorssheturnedandlookedback.Graveandthoughtfulwasherglance,asshelookedonthekingwithcoolpityinhereyes.Veryfairwasherface,andherlonghairwaslikeariverofgold.Slenderandtallshewasinherwhiterobegirtwithsilver;butstrongsheseemedandsternassteel,adaughterofkings.ThusAragornforthefirsttimeinthefulllightofdaybeheldÉowyn,LadyofRohan,andthoughtherfair,fairandcold,likeamorningofpalespringthatisnotyetcometowomanhood.Andshenowwassuddenlyawareofhim:tallheirofkings,wisewithmanywinters,greycloaked.Hidingapowerthatyetshefelt.Foramomentstillasstoneshestood,thenturningswiftlyshewasgone.
