Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
IthoughtitwasthewhimofourLordtotakehimanoblepage,afterthemannerofthekingsofold,theysay.ButIseethatitisnotso,andyoumustpardonmyfoolishness.’
‘Ido,’saidPippin.‘Thoughyouarenotfarwrong.Iamstilllittlemorethanaboyinthereckoningofmyownpeople,anditwillbefouryearsyetbeforeI"comeofage",aswesayintheShire:Butdonotbotheraboutme.ComeandlookandtellmewhatIcansee.’
Thesunwasnowclimbing,andthemistsinthevalebelowhadbeendrawnup.Thelastofthemwerefloatingaway,justoverhead,aswispsofwhitecloudborneonthestiffeningbreezefromtheEast,thatwasnowflappingandtuggingtheflagsandwhitestandardsofthecitadel.Awaydowninthevalley-bottom,fiveleaguesorsoastheeyeleaps,theGreatRivercouldnowbeseengreyandglittering,comingoutofthenorth-west,andbendinginamightysweepsouthandwestagain,tillitwaslosttoviewinahazeandshimmer,farbeyondwhichlaytheSeafiftyleaguesaway.
PippincouldseeallthePelennorlaidoutbeforehim,dottedintothedistancewithfarmsteadsandlittlewalls,barnsandbyres,butnowherecouldheseeanykineorotherbeasts.Manyroadsandtrackscrossedthegreenfields,andtherewasmuchcomingandgoing:wainsmovinginlinestowardstheGreatGate,andotherspassingout.Nowandagainahorsemanwouldrideup,andleapfromthesaddleandhastenintotheCity.
