Властелин колец: Две башни
The Road to Isengard
Theyrodeinsilenceforawhile;butLegolaswaseverglancingfromsidetoside,andwouldoftenhavehaltedtolistentothesoundsofthewood,ifGimlihadallowedit.
’ThesearethestrangesttreesthateverIsaw,’hesaid;’andIhaveseenmanyanoakgrowfromacorntoruinousage.Iwishthattherewereleisurenowtowalkamongthem:theyhavevoices,andintimeImightcometounderstandtheirthought.’
’No,no!’saidGimli.’Letusleavethem!Iguesstheirthoughtalready:hatredofallthatgoontwolegs;andtheirspeechisofcrushingandstrangling.’
’Notofallthatgoontwolegs,’saidLegolas.’ThereIthinkyouarewrong.ItisOrcsthattheyhate.FortheydonotbelonghereandknowlittleofElvesandMen.Farawayarethevalleyswheretheysprang.FromthedeepdalesofFangorn,Gimli,thatiswhencetheycome,Iguess.’
’ThenthatisthemostperilouswoodinMiddle-earth,’saidGimli.’Ishouldbegratefulfortheparttheyhaveplayed,butIdonotlovethem.Youmaythinkthemwonderful,butIhaveseenagreaterwonderinthisland,morebeautifulthananygroveorgladethatevergrew:myheartisstillfullofft.’StrangearethewaysofMen,Legolas!HeretheyhaveoneofthemarvelsoftheNorthernWorld,andwhatdotheysayofit?Caves,theysay!Caves!Holestoflytointimeofwar,tostorefodderin!MygoodLegolas,doyouknowthatthecavernsofHelm’sDeeparevastandbeautiful?TherewouldbeanendlesspilgrimageofDwarves,merelytogazeatthem,ifsuchthingswereknowntobe.
