Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
‘Iwillbearyoubeforeme,undermycloakuntilwearefarafield,andthisdarknessisyetdarker.Suchgoodwillshouldnotbedenied.Saynomoretoanyman,butcome!’
‘Thankyouindeed!’saidMerry.‘Thankyou,sir,thoughIdonotknowyourname.’
‘Doyounot?’saidtheRidersoftly.‘ThencallmeDernhelm.’
Thusitcametopassthatwhenthekingsetout,beforeDernhelmsatMeriadocthehobbit,andthegreatgreysteedWindfolamadelittleoftheburden;forDernhelmwaslessinweightthanmanymen,thoughlitheandwell-knitinframe.
Onintotheshadowtheyrode.Inthewillow-thicketswhereSnowbournflowedintoEntwash,twelveleagueseastofEdoras,theycampedthatnight.AndthenonagainthroughtheFolde;andthroughtheFenmarch,wheretotheirrightgreatoakwoodsclimbedontheskirtsofthehillsundertheshadesofdarkHalifirienbythebordersofGondor;butawaytotheirleftthemistslayonthemarshesfedbythemouthsofEntwash.AndastheyroderumourcameofwarintheNorth.Lonemen,ridingwild,broughtwordoffoesassailingtheireast-borders,oforc-hostsmarchingintheWoldofRohan.
‘Rideon!Rideon!’criedÉomer.‘Toolatenowtoturnaside.ThefensofEntwashmustguardourflank.Hastenowweneed.Rideon!’
AndsoKingThéodendepartedfromhisownrealm,andmilebymilethelongroadwoundaway,andthebeaconhillsmarchedpast:Calenhad,Min-Rimmon,Erelas,Nardol.Buttheirfireswerequenched
