Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Andlookingthithertheycriedindismay;forblackagainsttheglitteringstreamtheybeheldafleetborneuponthewind:dromunds,andshipsofgreatdraughtwithmanyoars,andwithblacksailsbellyinginthebreeze.
‘TheCorsairsofUmbar!’menshouted.‘TheCorsairsofUmbar!Look!TheCorsairsofUmbararecoming!SoBelfalasistaken,andtheEthir,andLebenninisgone.TheCorsairsareuponus!Itisthelaststrokeofdoom!’
Andsomewithoutorder,fornonecouldhefoundtocommandthemintheCity,rantothebellsandtolledthealarm;andsomeblewthetrumpetssoundingtheretreat.‘Backtothewalls!’theycried.‘Backtothewalls!ComebacktotheCitybeforeallareoverwhelmed!’Butthewindthatspedtheshipsblewalltheirclamouraway.
TheRohirrimindeedhadnoneedofnewsoralarm.Alltoowelltheycouldseeforthemselvestheblacksails.ForÉomerwasnowscarcelyamilefromtheHarlond,andagreatpressofhisfirstfoeswasbetweenhimandthehaventhere,whilenewfoescameswirlingbehind,cuttinghimofffromthePrince.NowhelookedtotheRiver,andhopediedinhisheart,andthewindthathehadblessedhenowcalledaccursed.ButthehostsofMordorwereenheartened,andfilledwithanewlustandfurytheycameyellingtotheonset.
SternnowwasÉomer’smood,andhismindclearagain.
