Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Thenoneoftheknightstooktheking’sbannerfromthehandofGuthláfthebanner-bearerwholaydead,andhelifteditup.SlowlyThéodenopenedhiseyes.SeeingthebannerhemadeasignthatitshouldbegiventoÉomer.
‘Hail,KingoftheMark!’hesaid.‘Ridenowtovictory!BidÉowynfarewell!’Andsohedied,andknewnotthatÉowynlaynearhim.Andthosewhostoodbywept,crying:‘ThéodenKing!ThéodenKing!’
ButÉomersaidtothem:
Mournnotovermuch!Mightywasthefallen,
meetwashisending.Whenhismoundisraised,
womenthenshallweep.Warnowcallsus!
Yethehimselfweptashespoke.‘Lethisknightsremainhere,’hesaid;‘andbearhisbodyinhonourfromthefield,lestthebattlerideoverit!Yea,andalltheseotheroftheking’smenthatliehere.’Andhelookedattheslain,recallingtheirnames.ThensuddenlyhebeheldhissisterÉowynasshelay,andheknewher.Hestoodamomentasamanwhoispiercedinthemidstofacrybyanarrowthroughtheheart;andthenhisfacewentdeathlywhite;andacoldfuryroseinhim,sothatallspeechfailedhimforawhile.Afeymoodtookhim.
‘Éowyn,Éowyn!’hecriedatlast:‘Éowyn,howcomeyouhere?Whatmadnessordevilryisthis?Death,death,death!Deathtakeusall!’
ThenwithouttakingcounselorwaitingfortheapproachofthemenoftheCity,hespurredheadlongbacktothefrontofthegreathost,andblewahorn,andcriedaloudfortheonset.
