Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
‘Lord,lord,’beganMerrybrokenly,‘sheis-‘;butatthatmomenttherewasagreatclamour,andallaboutthemhornsandtrumpetswereblowing.Merrylookedround:hehadforgottenthewar,andalltheworldbeside,andmanyhoursitseemedsincethekingrodetohisfall,thoughintruthitwasonlyalittlewhile.Butnowhesawthattheywereindangerofbeingcaughtintheverymidstofthegreatbattlethatwouldsoonbejoined.
NewforcesoftheenemywerehasteninguptheroadfromtheRiver;andfromunderthewallscamethelegionsofMorgul;andfromthesouthwardfieldscamefootmenofHaradwithhorsemenbeforethem,andbehindthemrosethehugebacksofthemûmakilwithwar-towersuponthem.ButnorthwardthewhitecrestofÉomerledthegreatfrontoftheRohirrimwhichhehadagaingatheredandmarshalled;andoutoftheCitycameallthestrengthofmenthatwasinit,andthesilverswanofDolAmrothwasborneinthevan,drivingtheenemyfromtheGate.
ForamomentthethoughtflittedthroughMerry’smind:‘WhereisGandalf?Ishenothere?CouldhenothavesavedthekingandÉowyn?’ButthereuponÉomerrodeupinhaste,andwithhimcametheknightsofthehouseholdthatstilllivedandhadnowmasteredtheirhorses.Theylookedinwonderatthecarcaseofthefellbeastthatlaythere:andtheirsteedswouldnotgonear.ButÉomerleapedfromthesaddle,andgriefanddismayfelluponhimashecametotheking’ssideandstoodthereinsilence.
