Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
Thefallingstreamvanishedintoadeepgrowthofcressesandwater-plants,andtheycouldhearittinklingawayingreentunnels,downlonggentleslopestowardsthefensofEntwashValefaraway.Theyseemedtohaveleftwinterclingingtothehillsbehind.Heretheairwassofterandwarmer,andfaintlyscented,asifspringwasalreadystirringandthesapwasflowingagaininherbandleaf.Legolastookadeepbreath,likeonethatdrinksagreatdraughtafterlongthirstinbarrenplaces.
’Ah!thegreensmell!’hesaid.’Itisbetterthanmuchsleep.Letusrun!’
’Lightfeetmayrunswiftlyhere,’saidAragorn.’Moreswiftly,maybe,thaniron-shodOrcs.Nowwehaveachancetolessentheirlead!’
Theywentinsinglefile,runninglikehoundsonastrongscent,andaneagerlightwasintheireyes.NearlyduewestthebroadswathofthemarchingOrcstrampeditsuglyslot;thesweetgrassofRohanhadbeenbruisedandblackenedastheypassed.PresentlyAragorngaveacryandturnedaside.’Stay!’heshouted.’Donotfollowmeyet!’Heranquicklytotheright,awayfromthemaintrail;forhehadseenfootprintsthatwentthatway,branchingofffromtheothers,themarksofsmallunshodfeet.These,however,didnotgofarbeforetheywerecrossedbyorc-prints,alsocomingoutfromthemaintrailbehindandinfront,andthentheycurvedsharplybackagainandwerelostinthetrampling.AtthefurthestpointAragornstoopedandpickedupsomethingfromthegrass;thenheranback.
