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.

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