Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
‘ItislongsincethebeaconsoftheNorthwerelit,’hesaid;‘andintheancientdaysofGondortheywerenotneeded,fortheyhadtheSevenStones.’Pippinstirreduneasily.
‘Sleepagain,anddonotbeafraid!’saidGandalf.‘ForyouarenotgoinglikeFrodotoMordor,buttoMinasTirith,andthereyouwillbeassafeasyoucanbeanywhereinthesedays.IfGondorfalls,ortheRingistaken,thentheShirewillbenorefuge.’
‘Youdonotcomfortme,’saidPippin,butnonethelesssleepcreptoverhim.Thelastthingthatherememberedbeforehefellintodeepdreamwasaglimpseofhighwhitepeaks,glimmeringlikefloatingislesabovethecloudsastheycaughtthelightofthewesteringmoon.HewonderedwhereFrodowas,andifhewasalreadyinMordor,orifhewasdead;andhedidnotknowthatFrodofromfarawaylookedonthatsamemoonasitsetbeyondGondorerethecomingoftheday.
Pippinwoketothesoundofvoices.Anotherdayofhidingandanightofjourneyhadfleetedby.Itwastwilight:thecolddawnwasathandagain,andchillgreymistswereaboutthem.Shadowfaxstoodsteamingwithsweat,butheheldhisneckproudlyandshowednosignofweariness.Manytallmenheavilycloakedstoodbesidehim,andbehindtheminthemistloomedawallofstone.Partlyruinousitseemed,butalreadybeforethenightwaspassedthesoundofhurriedlabourcouldbeheard:beatofhammers,clinkoftrowels,andthecreakofwheels.Torchesandflaresgloweddullyhereandthereinthefog.
