Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Siege of Gondor
ButsoontherewerefewleftinMinasTirithwhohadthehearttostandupanddefythehostsofMordor.Foryetanotherweapon,swifterthanhunger,theLordoftheDarkTowerhad:dreadanddespair.
TheNazgûlcameagain,andastheirDarkLordnowgrewandputforthhisstrength,sotheirvoices,whichutteredonlyhiswillandhismalice,werefilledwithevilandhorror.EvertheycircledabovetheCity,likevulturesthatexpecttheirfillofdoomedmen’sflesh.Outofsightandshottheyflew,andyetwereeverpresent,andtheirdeadlyvoicesrenttheair.Moreunbearabletheybecame,notless,ateachnewcry.Atlengtheventhestout-heartedwouldflingthemselvestothegroundasthehiddenmenacepassedoverthem,ortheywouldstand,lettingtheirweaponsfallfromnervelesshandswhileintotheirmindsablacknesscame,andtheythoughtnomoreofwar,butonlyofhidingandofcrawling,andofdeath.
DuringallthisblackdayFaramirlayuponhisbedinthechamberoftheWhiteTower,wanderinginadesperatefever;dyingsomeonesaid,andsoon‘dying’allmenweresayinguponthewallsandinthestreets.Andbyhimhisfathersat,andsaidnothing,butwatched,andgavenolongeranyheedtothedefence.
NohourssodarkhadPippinknown,notevenintheclutchesoftheUruk-hai.ItwashisdutytowaitupontheLord,andwaithedid,forgottenitseemed,standingbythedooroftheunlitchamber,masteringhisownfearsasbesthecould.
