Властелин колец: Две башни
Flotsam and Jetsam
’Intheafternoonwewalkedroundthecircle,andwenttohavealookatwhatwasgoingon.TherewasagreatshadowywoodofHuornsattheheadofthevalley,andanotherroundthenorthernwall.Wedidnotdaretogoin.Buttherewasarending,tearingnoiseofworkgoingoninside.EntsandHuornsweredigginggreatpitsandtrenches,andmakinggreatpoolsanddams,gatheringallthewatersoftheIsenandeveryotherspringandstreamthattheycouldfind.Weleftthemtoit.
’AtduskTreebeardcamebacktothegate.Hewashummingandboomingtohimself,andseemedpleased.Hestoodandstretchedhisgreatarmsandlegsandbreatheddeep.Iaskedhimifhewastired.
’"Tired?"hesaid,"tired?Wellno,nottired,butstiff.IneedagooddraughtofEntwash.Wehaveworkedhard;wehavedonemorestone-crackingandearth-gnawingtodaythanwehavedoneinmanyalongyearbefore.Butitisnearlyfinished.Whennightfallsdonotlingernearthisgateorintheoldtunnel!Watermaycomethrough-anditwillbefoulwaterforawhile,untilallthefilthofSarumaniswashedaway.ThenIsencanruncleanagain."Hebegantopulldownabitmoreofthewalls,inaleisurelysortofway,justtoamusehimself.
’Wewerejustwonderingwhereitwouldbesafetolieandgetsomesleep,whenthemostamazingthingofallhappened.Therewasthesoundofaridercomingswiftlyuptheroad.MerryandIlayquiet,andTreebeardhidhimselfintheshadowsunderthearch.Suddenlyagreathorsecamestridingup,likeaflashofsilver.
