Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
Itwadeddeep,asifitwereheavilyburdened,anditseemedtomeasitpassedundermygazethatitwasalmostfilledwithclearwater,fromwhichcamethelight;andlappedinthewaterawarriorlayasleep.
`Abrokenswordwasonhisknee.Isawmanywoundsonhim.ItwasBoromir,mybrother,dead.Iknewhisgear,hissword,hisbelovedface.OnethingonlyImissed:hishorn.OnethingonlyIknewnot:afairbelt,asitwereoflinkedgoldenleaves,abouthiswaist.Boromir!Icried.Whereisthyhorn?Whithergoestthou?OBoromir!Buthewasgone.Theboatturnedintothestreamandpassedglimmeringonintothenight.Dreamlikeitwas.andyetnodream,fortherewasnowaking.AndIdonotdoubtthatheisdeadandhaspasseddowntheRivertotheSea.’
’Alas!’saidFrodo.’ThatwasindeedBoromirasIknewhim.ForthegoldenbeltwasgiventohiminLothlórienbytheLadyGaladriel.Sheitwasthatclothedusasyouseeus,inelven-grey.Thisbroochisofthesameworkmanship.’Hetouchedthegreenandsilverleafthatfastenedhiscloakbeneathhisthroat.
Faramirlookedcloselyatit.`Itisbeautiful,’hesaid.’Yes,’tisworkofthesamecraft.SothenyoupassedthroughtheLandofLórien?Laurelindórenanitwasnamedofold,butlongnowithaslainbeyondtheknowledgeofMen,’headdedsoftly,regardingFrodowithanewwonderinhiseyes.`MuchthatwasstrangeaboutyouIbeginnowtounderstand.Willyounottellmemore?ForitisabitterthoughtthatBoromirdied,withinsightofthelandofhishome.’
