Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
Sothenightwasnotyetoldandforhoursthedarkjourneywouldgoon.Hestirredandspoke.
‘Wherearewe,Gandalf?’heasked.
‘IntherealmofGondor,’thewizardanswered.‘ThelandofAnórienisstillpassingby.’
Therewasasilenceagainforawhile.Then,‘Whatisthat?’criedPippinsuddenly,clutchingatGandalf’scloak.‘Look!Fire,redfire!Aretheredragonsinthisland?Look,thereisanother!’
ForanswerGandalfcriedaloudtohishorse.‘On,Shadowfax!Wemusthasten.Timeisshort.See!ThebeaconsofGondorarealight,callingforaid.Wariskindled.See,thereisthefireonAmonDîn,andflameonEilenach;andtheretheygospeedingwest:Nardol,Erelas,Min-Rimmon,Calenhad,andtheHalifirienonthebordersofRohan.’
ButShadowfaxpausedinhisstride,slowingtoawalk,andthenhelifteduphisheadandneighed.Andoutofthedarknesstheansweringneighofotherhorsescame;andpresentlythethuddingofhoofswasheard,andthreeriderssweptupandpassedlikeflyingghostsinthemoonandvanishedintotheWest.ThenShadowfaxgatheredhimselftogetherandsprangaway,andthenightflowedoverhimlikearoaringwind.
PippinbecamedrowsyagainandpaidlittleattentiontoGandalftellinghimofthecustomsofGondor,andhowtheLordoftheCityhadbeaconsbuiltonthetopsofoutlyinghillsalongbothbordersofthegreatrange,andmaintainedpostsatthesepointswherefreshhorseswerealwaysinreadinesstobearhiserrand-riderstoRohanintheNorth,ortoBelfalasintheSouth.
