Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
`Whatdidshesaytoyou,theLadythatdiesnot?Whatdidshesee?Whatwokeinyourheartthen?WhywentyouevertoLaurelindórenan,andcamenotbyyourownroad,uponthehorsesofRohanridinghomeinthemorning?’
ThenturningagaintoFrodo,hespokeinaquietvoiceoncemore.’TothosequestionsIguessthatyoucouldmakesomeanswer,FrodosonofDrogo.Butnothereornow.maybe.Butlestyoustillshouldthinkmytaleavision,Iwilltellyouthis.ThehornofBoromiratleastreturnedintruth,andnotinseeming.Thehorncame,butitwasclovenintwo,asitwerebyaxeorsword.Theshardscameseverallytoshore:onewasfoundamongthereedswherewatchersofGondorlay,northwardsbelowtheinfallsoftheEntwash;theotherwasfoundspinningonthefloodbyonewhohadanerrandinthewater.Strangechances,butmurderwillout,’tissaid.
’AndnowthehornoftheeldersonliesintwopiecesuponthelapofDenethor,sittinginhishighchair,waitingfornews.Andyoucantellmenothingofthecleavingofthehorn?’
’No,Ididnotknowofit,’saidFrodo.`Butthedaywhenyouhearditblowing,ifyourreckoningistrue,wasthedaywhenweparted,whenIandmyservantlefttheCompany.Andnowyourtalefillsmewithdread.ForifBoromirwastheninperilandwasslain,Imustfearthatallmycompanionsperishedtoo.Andtheyweremykindredandmyfriends.
`Willyounotputasideyourdoubtofmeandletmego?Iamweary,andfullofgrief,andafraid.ButIhaveadeedtodo,ortoattempt,beforeItooamslain.
