Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
Therewerehatchesinthewallsattheside,andoneofthesewasopen.
‘ThisisthestorehouseandbutteryofmycompanyoftheGuard.’saidBeregond.‘Greetings,Targon!’hecalledthroughthehatch.‘Itisearlyyet,buthereisanewcomerthattheLordhastakenintohisservice.Hehasriddenlongandfarwithatightbelt,andhashadsorelabourthismorning,andheishungry.Giveuswhatyouhave!’
Theygottherebread,andbutter,andcheeseandapples:thelastofthewinterstore,wrinkledbutsoundandsweet;andaleatherflagonofnew-drawnale,andwoodenplattersandcups.Theyputallintoawickerbasketandclimbedbackintothesun;andBeregondbroughtPippintoaplaceattheeastendofthegreatout-thrustbattlementwheretherewasanembrasureinthewallswithastoneseatbeneaththesill.Fromtheretheycouldlookoutonthemorningovertheworld.
Theyateanddrank;andtheytalkednowofGondoranditswaysandcustoms,nowoftheShireandthestrangecountriesthatPippinhadseen.AndeverastheytalkedBeregondwasmoreamazed,andlookedwithgreaterwonderatthehobbit,swinginghisshortlegsashesatontheseat,orstandingtiptoeuponittopeeroverthesillatthelandsbelow.
‘Iwillnothidefromyou,MasterPeregrin,’saidBeregond,‘thattousyoulookalmostasoneofourchildren,aladofninesummersorso;andyetyouhaveenduredperilsandseenmarvelsthatfewofourgreybeardscouldboastof.
