Властелин колец: Две башни
Helm’s Deep
’Erkenbrand!’
’BeholdtheWhiteRider!’criedAragorn.’Gandalfiscomeagain!’
’Mithrandir,Mithrandir!’saidLegolas.’Thisiswizardryindeed!Come!Iwouldlookonthisforest,erethespellchanges.’
ThehostsofIsengardroared,swayingthiswayandthat,turningfromfeartofear.Againthehornsoundedfromthetower.DownthroughthebreachoftheDikechargedtheking’scompany.DownfromthehillsleapedErkenbrand,lordofWestfold.DownleapedShadowfax,likeadeerthatrunssurefootedinthemountains.TheWhiteRiderwasuponthem,andtheterrorofhiscomingfilledtheenemywithmadness.Thewildmenfellontheirfacesbeforehim.TheOrcsreeledandscreamedandcastasidebothswordandspear.Likeablacksmokedrivenbyamountingwindtheyfled.Wailingtheypassedunderthewaitingshadowofthetrees;andfromthatshadownoneevercameagain.
