Властелин колец: Две башни
The Riders of Rohan
’ButtheRohirrimmadeagreatburninghereyesterday,’saidGimli,’andtheyfelledtreesforthefire,ascanbeseen.Yettheypassedthenightaftersafelyhere,whentheirlabourwasended.’
’Theyweremany,’saidAragorn,’andtheydonotheedthewrathofFangorn,fortheycomehereseldom,andtheydonotgounderthetrees.Butourpathsarelikelytoleadusintotheveryforestitself.Sohaveacare!Cutnolivingwood!’
’Thereisnoneed,’saidGimli.’TheRidershaveleftchipandboughenough,andthereisdeadwoodlyinginplenty.’Hewentofftogatherfuel,andbusiedhimselfwithbuildingandkindlingafire;butAragornsatsilentwithhisbacktothegreattree,deepinthought;andLegolasstoodaloneintheopen,lookingtowardstheprofoundshadowofthewood,leaningforward,asonewholistenstovoicescallingfromadistance.
WhentheDwarfhadasmallbrightblazegoing,thethreecompanionsdrewclosetoitandsattogether,shroudingthelightwiththeirhoodedforms.Legolaslookedupattheboughsofthetreereachingoutabovethem.
’Look!’hesaid.’Thetreeisgladofthefire!’
Itmayhavebeenthatthedancingshadowstrickedtheireyes,butcertainlytoeachofthecompanionstheboughsappearedtobebendingthiswayandthatsoastocomeabovetheflames,whiletheupperbrancheswerestoopingdown;thebrownleavesnowstoodoutstiff,andrubbedtogetherlikemanycoldcrackedhandstakingcomfortinthewarmth.
