Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
TheRiderleapedfromhishorse.Givinghisspeartoanotherwhorodeupanddismountedathisside,hedrewhisswordandstoodfacetofacewithAragorn,surveyinghimkeenly,andnotwithoutwonder.Atlengthhespokeagain.
’AtfirstIthoughtthatyouyourselveswereOrcs,’hesaid;’butnowIseethatitisnotso.IndeedyouknowlittleofOrcs,ifyougohuntingtheminthisfashion.Theywereswiftandwell-armed,andtheyweremany.Youwouldhavechangedfromhunterstoprey,ifeveryouhadovertakenthem.Butthereissomethingstrangeaboutyou,Strider.’HebenthisclearbrighteyesagainupontheRanger.’ThatisnonameforaManthatyougive.Andstrangetooisyourraiment.Haveyousprungoutofthegrass?Howdidyouescapeoursight?Areyouelvishfolk?’
’No,’saidAragorn.’OneonlyofusisanElf,LegolasfromtheWoodlandRealmindistantMirkwood.ButwehavepassedthroughLothlórien,andthegiftsandfavouroftheLadygowithus.’
TheRiderlookedatthemwithrenewedwonder,buthiseyeshardened.’ThenthereisaLadyintheGoldenWood,asoldtalestell!’hesaid.’Fewescapehernets,theysay.Thesearestrangedays!Butifyouhaveherfavour,thenyoualsoarenet-weaversandsorcerers,maybe.’HeturnedacoldglancesuddenlyuponLegolasandGimli.’Whydoyounotspeak,silentones?’hedemanded.
Gimliroseandplantedhisfeetfirmlyapart:hishandgrippedthehandleofhisaxe,andhisdarkeyesflashed.
