Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
Thereissomewillthatlendsspeedtoourfoesandsetsanunseenbarrierbeforeus:awearinessthatisintheheartmorethaninthelimb.’
’Truly!’saidLegolas.’ThatIhaveknownsincefirstwecamedownfromtheEmynMuil.Forthewillisnotbehindusbutbeforeus.’HepointedawayoverthelandofRohanintothedarklingWestunderthesicklemoon.’Saruman!’mutteredAragorn.’Butheshallnotturnusback!Haltwemustoncemore;for,see!eventheMoonisfallingintogatheringcloud.Butnorthliesourroadbetweendownandfenwhendayreturns.’
AsbeforeLegolaswasfirstafoot,ifindeedhehadeverslept.’Awake!Awake!’hecried.’Itisareddawn.Strangethingsawaitusbytheeavesoftheforest.Goodorevil,Idonotknow;butwearecalled.Awake!’
Theotherssprangup,andalmostatoncetheysetoffagain.Slowlythedownsdrewnear.Itwasstillanhourbeforenoonwhentheyreachedthem:greenslopesrisingtobareridgesthatraninalinestraighttowardstheNorth.Attheirfeetthegroundwasdryandtheturfshort,butalongstripofsunkenland,sometenmileswide,laybetweenthemandtheriverwanderingdeepindimthicketsofreedandrush.JusttotheWestofthesouthernmostslopetherewasagreatring,wheretheturfhadbeentornandbeatenbymanytramplingfeet.Fromittheorc-trailranoutagain,turningnorthalongthedryskirtsofthehills.Aragornhaltedandexaminedthetracksclosely.
’Theyrestedhereawhile,’hesaid,’buteventheoutwardtrailisalreadyold.
