Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
Onethinghehadnoted,thatinallthetalkthenameofGollumhadnotoncecomeup.Hewasglad,thoughhefeltthatitwastoomuchtohopethathewouldneverhearitagain.Hesoonbecameawarealsothatthoughtheywalkedalone,thereweremanymencloseathand:notonlyDamrodandMablungflittinginandoutoftheshadowsahead,butothersoneitherside,allmakingtheirswiftsecretwaytosomeappointedplace.
Once,lookingsuddenlyback,asifsomeprickleoftheskintoldhimthathewaswatchedfrombehind,hethoughthecaughtabriefglimpseofasmalldarkshapeslippingbehindatree-trunk.Heopenedhismouthtospeakandshutitagain.`I’mnotsureofit,’hesaidtohimself,’andwhyshouldIremindthemoftheoldvillain,iftheychoosetoforgethim?IwishIcould!’
Sotheypassedon,untilthewoodlandsgrewthinnerandthelandbegantofallmoresteeply.Thentheyturnedasideagain,totheright,andcamequicklytoasmallriverinanarrowgorge:itwasthesamestreamthattrickledfaraboveoutoftheroundpool,nowgrowntoaswifttorrent,leapingdownovermanystonesinadeep-clovenbed,overhungwithilexanddarkbox-woods.Lookingwesttheycouldsee,belowtheminahazeoflight,lowlandsandbroadmeads,andglintingfaroffinthewesteringsunthewidewatersoftheAnduin.
’Here,alas!Imustdoyouadiscourtesy,’saidFaramir."Ihopeyouwillpardonittoonewhohassofarmadehisordersgivewaytocourtesyasnottoslayyouortobindyou.
