Властелин колец: Две башни
The Road to Isengard
AndthatwecalledthelifeofMen,thewayoftheworld.Wecaredlittleforwhatlaybeyondthebordersofourland.Songswehavethattellofthesethings,butweareforgettingthem,teachingthemonlytochildren,asacarelesscustom.Andnowthesongshavecomedownamongusoutofstrangeplaces,andwalkvisibleundertheSun.’
’Youshouldbeglad,ThéodenKing,’saidGandalf.’FornotonlythelittlelifeofMenisnowendangered,butthelifealsoofthosethingswhichyouhavedeemedthematteroflegend.Youarenotwithoutallies,evenifyouknowthemnot.’
’YetalsoIshouldbesad,’saidThéoden.’Forhoweverthefortuneofwarshallgo,mayitnotsoendthatmuchthatwasfairandwonderfulshallpassforeveroutofMiddle-earth?’
’Itmay,’saidGandalf.’TheevilofSauroncannotbewhollycured,normadeasifithadnotbeen.Buttosuchdayswearedoomed.Letusnowgoonwiththejourneywehavebegun!’
ThecompanyturnedthenawayfromtheCoombandfromthewoodandtooktheroadtowardstheFords.Legolasfollowedreluctantly.Thesunhadset,alreadyithadsunkbehindtherimoftheworld;butastheyrodeoutfromtheshadowofthehillsandlookedwesttotheGapofRohantheskywasstillred,andaburninglightwasunderthefloatingclouds.Darkagainstittherewheeledandflewmanyblack-wingedbirds.Somepassedoverheadwithmournfulcries,returningtotheirhomesamongtherocks.
’Thecarrion-fowlhavebeenbusyaboutthebattle-field,’saidÉomer.
