Властелин колец: Две башни
Helm’s Deep
Butthatisonlyafewleavesinaforest.’
Theskynowwasquicklyclearingandthesinkingmoonwasshiningbrightly.ButthelightbroughtlittlehopetotheRidersoftheMark.Theenemybeforethemseemedtohavegrownratherthandiminished,stillmorewerepressingupfromthevalleythroughthebreach.ThesortieupontheRockgainedonlyabriefrespite.Theassaultonthegateswasredoubled.AgainsttheDeepingWallthehostsofIsengardroaredlikeasea.Orcsandhillmenswarmedaboutitsfeetfromendtoend.Ropeswithgrapplinghookswerehurledovertheparapetfasterthanmencouldcutthemorflingthemback.Hundredsoflongladderswereliftedup.Manywerecastdowninruin,butmanymorereplacedthem,andOrcssprangupthemlikeapesinthedarkforestsoftheSouth.Beforethewall’sfootthedeadandbrokenwerepiledlikeshingleinastorm;everhigherrosethehideousmounds,andstilltheenemycameon.
ThemenofRohangrewweary.Alltheirarrowswerespent,andeveryshaftwasshot;theirswordswerenotched,andtheirshieldswereriven.ThreetimesAragornandÉomerralliedthem,andthreetimesAndúrilflamedinadesperatechargethatdrovetheenemyfromthewall.
ThenaclamouraroseintheDeepbehind.Orcshadcreptlikeratsthroughtheculvertthroughwhichthestreamflowedout.Theretheyhadgatheredintheshadowofthecliffs,untiltheassaultabovewashottestandnearlyallthemenofthedefencehadrushedtothewall’stop.Thentheysprangout.
