Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Theresomepacesfromhimsatthegreatbeast,andallseemeddarkaboutit,andaboveitloomedtheNazgûlLordlikeashadowofdespair.AlittletotheleftfacingthemstoodshewhomhehadcalledDernhelm.Butthehelmofhersecrecy,hadfallenfromher,andherbrighthair,releasedfromitsbonds,gleamedwithpalegolduponhershoulders.Hereyesgreyastheseawerehardandfell,andyettearswereonhercheek.Aswordwasinherhand,andsheraisedhershieldagainstthehorrorofherenemy’seyes.
Éowynitwas,andDernhelmalso.ForintoMerry’smindflashedthememoryofthefacethathesawattheridingfromDunharrow:thefaceofonethatgoesseekingdeath,havingnohope.Pityfilledhisheartandgreatwonder,andsuddenlytheslow-kindledcourageofhisraceawoke.Heclenchedhishand.Sheshouldnotdie,sofair,sodesperateAtleastsheshouldnotdiealone,unaided.
Thefaceoftheirenemywasnotturnedtowardshim,butstillhehardlydaredtomove,dreadinglestthedeadlyeyesshouldfallonhim.Slowly,slowlyhebegantocrawlaside;buttheBlackCaptain,indoubtandmaliceintentuponthewomanbeforehim,heededhimnomorethanaworminthemud.
Suddenlythegreatbeastbeatitshideouswings,andthewindofthemwasfoul.Againitleapedintotheair,andthenswiftlyfelldownuponÉowyn,shrieking,strikingwithbeakandclaw.
Stillshedidnotblench:maidenoftheRohirrim,childofkings,slenderbutasasteel-blade,fairbutterrible.Aswiftstrokeshedealt,skilledanddeadly.
