Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
Ifearthatyourheartspoketruly,Legolas:itisthricetwelvehours,Iguess,sincetheOrcsstoodwherewenowstand.Iftheyheldtotheirpace,thenatsundownyesterdaytheywouldreachthebordersofFangorn.’
’Icanseenothingawaynorthorwestbutgrassdwindlingintomist,’saidGimli.’Couldweseetheforest,ifweclimbedthehills?’
’Itisstillfaraway,’saidAragorn.’IfIrememberrightly,thesedownsruneightleaguesormoretothenorth,andthennorth-westtotheissuingoftheEntwashthereliesstillawideland.anotherfifteenleaguesitmaybe.’
’Well,letusgoon,’saidGimli.’Mylegsmustforgetthemiles.Theywouldbemorewilling,ifmyheartwerelessheavy.’
Thesunwassinkingwhenatlasttheydrewneartotheendofthelineofdowns.Formanyhourstheyhadmarchedwithoutrest.Theyweregoingslowlynow,andGimli’sbackwasbent.Stone-hardaretheDwarvesinlabourorjourney,butthisendlesschasebegantotellonhim,asallhopefailedinhisheart.Aragornwalkedbehindhim,grimandsilent,stoopingnowandagaintoscansomeprintormarkupontheground.OnlyLegolasstillsteppedaslightlyasever,hisfeethardlyseemingtopressthegrass.leavingnofootprintsashepassed;butinthewaybreadoftheElveshefoundallthesustenancethatheneeded,andhecouldsleep,ifsleepitcouldbecalledbyMen,restinghismindinthestrangepathsofelvishdreams,evenashewalkedopen-eyedinthelightofthisworld.
’Letusgoupontothisgreenhill!’hesaid.
