Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
North-westwardstalkedthedarkforestofFangorn;stilltenleaguesawaystooditsshadowyeaves,anditsfurtherslopesfadedintothedistantblue.Beyondthereglimmeredfaraway,asiffloatingonagreycloud,thewhiteheadoftallMethedras,thelastpeakoftheMistyMountains.OutoftheforesttheEntwashflowedtomeetthem,itsstreamnowswiftandnarrow,anditsbanksdeep-cloven.Theorc-trailturnedfromthedownstowardsit.
Followingwithhiskeeneyesthetrailtotheriver,andthentheriverbacktowardstheforest,Aragornsawashadowonthedistantgreen,adarkswift-movingblur.Hecasthimselfuponthegroundandlistenedagainintently.ButLegolasstoodbesidehim,shadinghisbrightelven-eyeswithhislongslenderhand,andhesawnotashadow,norablur,butthesmallfiguresofhorsemen,manyhorsemen,andtheglintofmorningonthetipsoftheirspearswaslikethetwinkleofminutestarsbeyondtheedgeofmortalsight.Farbehindthemadarksmokeroseinthincurlingthreads.
Therewasasilenceintheemptyfields,aridGimlicouldheartheairmovinginthegrass.
’Riders!’criedAragorn,springingtohisfeet.’Manyridersonswiftsteedsarecomingtowardsus!’
’Yes,’saidLegolas,’thereareonehundredandfive.Yellowistheirhair,andbrightaretheirspears.Theirleaderisverytall.’
Aragornsmiled.’KeenaretheeyesoftheElves,’hesaid.
’Nay!Theridersarelittlemorethanfiveleaguesdistant,’saidLegolas.
’Fiveleaguesorone,’saidGimli;’wecannotescapetheminthisbareland.
