Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
ItcomestomymindthatIheardthem,evenasIlayonthegroundinsleep,andtheytroubledmydreams:horsesgalloping,passingintheWest.Butnowtheyaredrawingeverfurtherfromus,ridingnorthward.Iwonderwhatishappeninginthisland!’
’Letusgo!’saidLegolas.
Sothethirddayoftheirpursuitbegan.Duringallitslonghoursofcloudandfitfulsuntheyhardlypaused,nowstriding,nowrunning,asifnowearinesscouldquenchthefirethatburnedthem.Theyseldomspoke.Overthewidesolitudetheypassedandtheirelven-cloaksfadedagainstthebackgroundofthegrey-greenfields;eveninthecoolsunlightofmid-dayfewbutelvisheyeswouldhavemarkedthem,untiltheywerecloseathand.OftenintheirheartstheythankedtheLadyofLórienforthegiftoflembas,fortheycouldeatofitandfindnewstrengthevenastheyran.
Alldaythetrackoftheirenemiesledstraighton,goingnorth-westwithoutabreakorturn.Asonceagainthedayworetoitsendtheycametolongtreelessslopes,wherethelandrose,swellinguptowardsalineoflowhumpbackeddownsahead.Theorc-trailgrewfainterasitbentnorthtowardsthem,forthegroundbecameharderandthegrassshorter.FarawaytothelefttheriverEntwashwound,asilverthreadinagreenfloor.Nomovingthingcouldbeseen.OftenAragornwonderedthattheysawnosignofbeastorman.
