Властелин колец: Две башни

           Idonotlikethisplace,andIshalllikeitnomorebythelightofday.Butyoucomfortme,Gimli,andIamgladtohaveyoustandingnighwithyourstoutlegsandyourhardaxe.Iwishthereweremoreofyourkinamongus.ButevenmorewouldIgiveforahundredgoodarchersofMirkwood.Weshallneedthem.TheRohirrimhavegoodbowmenaftertheirfashion,buttherearetoofewhere,toofew.’

           ’Itisdarkforarchery,’saidGimli.’Indeeditistimeforsleep.Sleep!Ifeeltheneedofit,asneverIthoughtanydwarfcould.Ridingistiringwork.Yetmyaxeisrestlessinmyhand.Givemearowoforc-necksandroomtoswingandallwearinesswillfallfromme!’

           Aslowtimepassed.Fardowninthevalleyscatteredfiresstillburned.ThehostsofIsengardwereadvancinginsilencenow.Theirtorchescouldbeseenwindingupthecoombinmanylines.

           SuddenlyfromtheDikeyellsandscreams,andthefiercebattle-criesofmenbrokeout.Flamingbrandsappearedoverthebrinkandclusteredthicklyatthebreach.Thentheyscatteredandvanished.MencamegallopingbackoverthefieldanduptheramptothegateoftheHornburg.TherearguardoftheWestfoldershadbeendrivenin.

           ’Theenemyisathand!’theysaid.’Weloosedeveryarrowthatwehad,andfilledtheDikewithOrcs.Butitwillnothaltthemlong.Alreadytheyarescalingthebankatmanypoints,thickasmarchingants.Butwehavetaughtthemnottocarrytorches.’

           Itwasnowpastmidnight.Theskywasutterlydark,andthestillnessoftheheavyairforebodedstorm.