Властелин колец: Две башни
Helm’s Deep
TogetherÉomerandAragornsprangthroughthedoor,theirmenclosebehind.Theswordsflashedfromthesheathasone.
’Gúthwinë!’criedÉomer.’GúthwinëfortheMark!’
’Andúril!’criedAragorn.’AndúrilfortheDúnedain!’
Chargingfromtheside,theyhurledthemselvesuponthewildmen.Andúrilroseandfell,gleamingwithwhitefire.Ashoutwentupfromwallandtower:’Andúril!Andúrilgoestowar.TheBladethatwasBrokenshinesagain!’
Dismayedtherammersletfallthetreesandturnedtofight;butthewalloftheirshieldswasbrokenasbyalightning-stroke,andtheyweresweptaway,hewndown,orcastovertheRockintothestonystreambelow.Theorc-archersshotwildlyandthenfled.
ForamomentÉomerandAragornhaltedbeforethegates.Thethunderwasrumblinginthedistancenow.Thelightningflickeredstill,faroffamongthemountainsintheSouth.AkeenwindwasblowingfromtheNorthagain.Thecloudsweretornanddrifting,andstarspeepedout;andabovethehillsoftheCoomb-sidethewesteringmoonrode,glimmeringyellowinthestorm-wrack.
’Wedidnotcometoosoon,’saidAragorn,lookingatthegates.Theirgreathingesandironbarswerewrenchedandbent;manyoftheirtimberswerecracked.
’Yetwecannotstayherebeyondthewallstodefendthem,’saidÉomer.’Look!’Hepointedtothecauseway.AlreadyagreatpressofOrcsandMenweregatheringagainbeyondthestream.Arrowswhined,andskippedonthestonesaboutthem.
