Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
Wearilytheyfollowedhim,climbingthelongslope,untiltheycameoutuponthetop.Itwasaroundhillsmoothandbare,standingbyitself,themostnortherlyofthedowns.Thesunsankandtheshadowsofeveningfelllikeacurtain.Theywerealoneinagreyformlessworldwithoutmarkormeasure.Onlyfarawaynorth-westtherewasadeeperdarknessagainstthedyinglight:theMountainsofMistandtheforestattheirfeet.
’Nothingcanweseetoguideushere,’saidGimli.’Well,nowwemusthaltagainandwearthenightaway.Itisgrowingcold!’
’Thewindisnorthfromthesnows,’saidAragorn.
’AnderemorningitwillbeintheEast,’saidLegolas.’Butrestifyoumust.Yetdonotcastallhopeaway.Tomorrowisunknown.RedeoftisfoundattherisingoftheSun.’
’Threesunsalreadyhaverisenonourchaseandbroughtnocounsel’saidGimli.
Thenightgrewevercolder.AragornandGimlisleptfitfully,andwhenevertheyawoketheysawLegolasstandingbesidethem,orwalkingtoandfro,singingsoftlytohimselfinhisowntongue,andashesangthewhitestarsopenedinthehardblackvaultabove.Sothenightpassed.Togethertheywatchedthedawngrowslowlyinthesky,nowbareandcloudless,untilatlastthesunrisecame.Itwaspaleandclear.ThewindwasintheEastandallthemistshadrolledaway;widelandslaybleakabouttheminthebitterlight.
AheadandeastwardtheysawthewindyuplandsoftheWoldofRohanthattheyhadalreadyglimpsedmanydaysagofromtheGreatRiver.
