Властелин колец: Две башни

           Greattrailingbeardsoflichenhungfromthem,blowingandswayinginthebreeze.Outoftheshadowsthehobbitspeeped,gazingbackdowntheslope:littlefurtivefiguresthatinthedimlightlookedlikeelf-childreninthedeepsoftimepeeringoutoftheWildWoodinwonderattheirfirstDawn.

           FarovertheGreatRiver,andtheBrownLands,leaguesupongreyleaguesaway,theDawncame,redasflame.Loudrangthehunting-hornstogreetit.TheRidersofRohansprangsuddenlytolife.Hornansweredhornagain.

           MerryandPippinheard,clearinthecoldair,theneighingofwar-horses,andthesuddensingingofmanymen.TheSun’slimbwaslifted,anarcoffire,abovethemarginoftheworld.ThenwithagreatcrytheRiderschargedfromtheEast;theredlightgleamedonmailandspear.TheOrcsyelledandshotallthearrowsthatremainedtothem.Thehobbitssawseveralhorsemenfall;buttheirlineheldonupthehillandoverit,andwheeledroundandchargedagain.Mostoftheraidersthatwereleftalivethenbrokeandfled,thiswayandthat,pursuedonebyonetothedeath.Butoneband,holdingtogetherinablackwedge,droveforwardresolutelyinthedirectionoftheforest.Straightuptheslopetheychargedtowardsthewatchers.Nowtheyweredrawingnear,anditseemedcertainthattheywouldescape:theyhadalreadyhewndownthreeRidersthatbarredtheirway.

           ’Wehavewatchedtoolong,’saidMerry.’There’sUglúk!Idon’twanttomeethimagain.’Thehobbitsturnedandfleddeepintotheshadowsofthewood