Властелин колец: Две башни
Helm’s Deep
Suddenlythecloudsweresearedbyablindingflash.Branchedlightningsmotedownupontheeastwardhills.ForastaringmomentthewatchersonthewallssawallthespacebetweenthemandtheDikelitwithwhitelight:itwasboilingandcrawlingwithblackshapes.somesquatandbroad,sometallandgrim,withhighhelmsandsableshields.HundredsandhundredsmorewerepouringovertheDikeandthroughthebreach.Thedarktidefloweduptothewallsfromclifftocliff.Thunderrolledinthevalley.Raincamelashingdown.
Arrowsthickastheraincamewhistlingoverthebattlements,andfellclinkingandglancingonthestones.Somefoundamark.TheassaultonHelm’sDeephadbegun,butnosoundorchallengewasheardwithin;noansweringarrowscame.
Theassailinghostshalted,foiledbythesilentmenaceofrockandwall.Everandagainthelightningtoreasidethedarkness.ThentheOrcsscreamed,wavingspearandsword,andshootingacloudofarrowsatanythatstoodrevealeduponthebattlements;andthemenoftheMarkamazedlookedout,asitseemedtothem,uponagreatfieldofdarkcorn,tossedbyatempestofwar,andeveryearglintedwithbarbedlight.
Brazentrumpetssounded.Theenemysurgedforward,someagainsttheDeepingWall,othertowardsthecausewayandtherampthatleduptotheHornburg-gates.TherethehugestOrcsweremustered,andthewildmenoftheDunlandfells.Amomenttheyhesitatedandthenontheycame.