Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
’NomorecanIsaythanIhavesaid,’answeredFrodo.`Thoughyourtalefillsmewithforeboding.Avisionitwasthatyousaw,Ithink,andnomore,someshadowofevilfortunethathasbeenorwillbe.UnlessindeeditissomelyingtrickoftheEnemy.IhaveseenthefacesoffairwarriorsofoldlaidinsleepbeneaththepoolsoftheDeadMarshes,orseemingsobyhisfoularts.’
’Nay,itwasnotso,’saidFaramir.’Forhisworksfilltheheartwithloathing;butmyheartwasfilledwithgriefandpity.’
`Yethowcouldsuchathinghavehappenedintruth?’askedFrodo.’FornoboatcouldhavebeencarriedoverthestonyhillsfromTolBrandir;andBoromirpurposedtogohomeacrosstheEntwashandthefieldsofRohan.Andyethowcouldanyvesselridethefoamofthegreatfallsandnotfounderintheboilingpools,thoughladenwithwater?’
’Iknownot,’saidFaramir.’Butwhencecametheboat?’
`FromLórien,’saidFrodo.’InthreesuchboatsweroweddownAnduintotheFalls.Theyalsowereofelven-work.’
’YoupassedthroughtheHiddenLand,’saidFaramir,`butitseemsthatyoulittleunderstooditspower.IfMenhavedealingswiththeMistressofMagicwhodwellsintheGoldenWood,thentheymaylookforstrangethingstofollow.ForitisperilousformortalmantowalkoutoftheworldofthisSun,andfewofoldcamethenceunchanged,’tissaid.
`Boromir,OBoromir!’hecried.
