Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Thenhewasfilledwitharedwrathandshoutedaloud,anddisplayinghisstandard,blackserpentuponscarlet,hecameagainstthewhitehorseandthegreenwithgreatpressofmen;andthedrawingofthescimitarsoftheSouthronswaslikeaglitterofstars.
ThenThéodenwasawareofhim,andwouldnotwaitforhisonset,butcryingtoSnowmanehechargedheadlongtogreethim.Greatwastheclashoftheirmeeting.ButthewhitefuryoftheNorthmenburnedthehotter,andmoreskilledwastheirknighthoodwithlongspearsandbitter.FewerweretheybuttheyclovethroughtheSouthronslikeafire-boltinaforest.RightthroughthepressdroveThéodenThengel’sson,andhisspearwasshiveredashethrewdowntheirchieftain.Outswepthissword,andhespurredtothestandard,hewedstaffandbearer;andtheblackserpentfoundered.Thenallthatwasleftunslainoftheircavalryturnedandfledfaraway.
Butlo!suddenlyinthemidstofthegloryofthekinghisgoldenshieldwasdimmed.Thenewmorningwasblottedfromthesky.Darkfellabouthim.Horsesrearedandscreamed.Mencastfromthesaddlelaygrovellingontheground.
‘Tome!Tome!’criedThéoden.‘UpEorlingas!Fearnodarkness!’ButSnowmanewildwithterrorstooduponhigh,fightingwiththeair,andthenwithagreatscreamhecrasheduponhisside:ablackdarthadpiercedhim.Thekingfellbeneathhim.
Thegreatshadowdescendedlikeafallingcloud.
