Властелин колец: Две башни
The Window on the West
Alwaysthenoiseoftherunningwaterwasontheirrighthand,anditgrewnearerandlouder.Atlengththeywerehalted.QuicklyMablungandDamrodturnedthemabout,severaltimes,andtheylostallsenseofdirection.Theyclimbedupwardsalittle:itseemedcoldandthenoiseofthestreamhadbecomefaint.Thentheywerepickedupandcarrieddown,downmanysteps,androundacorner.Suddenlytheyheardthewateragain,loudnow,rushingandsplashing.Allroundthemitseemed,andtheyfeltafinerainontheirhandsandcheeks.Atlasttheyweresetontheirfeetoncemore.Foramomenttheystoodso,halffearful,blindfold,notknowingwheretheywere;andnoonespoke.
ThencamethevoiceofFaramirclosebehind.`Letthemsee!’hesaid.Thescarveswereremovedandtheirhoodsdrawnback,andtheyblinkedandgasped.
Theystoodonawetfloorofpolishedstone,thedoorstep,asitwere,ofarough-hewngateofrockopeningdarkbehindthem.Butinfrontathinveilofwaterwashung,sonearthatFrodocouldhaveputanoutstretchedarmintoit.Itfacedwestward.Thelevelshaftsofthesettingsunbehindbeatuponit,andtheredlightwasbrokenintomanyflickeringbeamsofever-changingcolour.Itwasasiftheystoodatthewindowofsomeelven-tower,curtainedwiththreadedjewelsofsilverandgold,andruby,sapphireandamethyst,allkindledwithanunconsumingfire.
’Atleastbygoodchancewecameattherighthourtorewardyouforyourpatience,’saidFaramir.
