Властелин колец: Две башни
The King of the Golden Hall
Shewascladnowinmailandshonelikesilverinthesun.
GimliwalkedwithLegolas.hisaxeonhisshoulder.’Well,atlastwesetoff!’hesaid.’Menneedmanywordsbeforedeeds.Myaxeisrestlessinmyhands.ThoughIdoubtnotthattheseRohirrimarefell-handedwhentheycometoit.Nonethelessthisisnotthewarfarethatsuitsme.HowshallIcometothebattle?IwishIcouldwalkandnotbumplikeasackatGandalf’ssaddlebow.’
’Asaferseatthanmany,Iguess,’saidLegolas.’YetdoubtlessGandalfwillgladlyputyoudownonyourfeetwhenblowsbegin;orShadowfaxhimself.Anaxeisnoweaponforarider.’
’AndaDwarfisnohorseman.Itisorc-necksIwouldhew,notshavethescalpsofMen,’saidGimli,pattingthehaftofhisaxe.
Atthegatetheyfoundagreathostofmen,oldandyoung,allreadyinthesaddle.Morethanathousandweretheremustered.Theirspearswerelikeaspringingwood.LoudlyandjoyouslytheyshoutedasThéodencameforth.Someheldinreadinesstheking’shorse,Snowmane,andothersheldthehorsesofAragornandLegolas.Gimlistoodillatease,frowning,butÉomercameuptohim,leadinghishorse.
’Hail,GimliGlóin’sson!’hecried.’Ihavenothadtimetolearngentlespeechunderyourrod,asyoupromised.Butshallwenotputasideourquarrel?AtleastIwillspeaknoevilagainoftheLadyoftheWood.’
