Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
Helookedatthegreatwalls,andthetowersandbravebanners,andthesuninthehighsky,andthenatthegatheringgloomintheEast;andhethoughtofthelongfingersofthatShadow:oftheorcsinthewoodsandthemountains,thetreasonofIsengard,thebirdsofevileye,andtheBlackRiderseveninthelanesoftheShire-andofthewingedterror,theNazgûl.Heshuddered,andhopeseemedtowither.Andevenatthatmomentthesunforasecondfalteredandwasobscured,asthoughadarkwinghadpassedacrossit.Almostbeyondhearinghethoughthecaught,highandfarupintheheavens,acry:faint,butheart-quelling,cruelandcold.Heblanchedandcoweredagainstthewall.
‘Whatwasthat?’askedBeregond.‘Youalsofeltsomething?’
‘Yes,’mutteredPippin.‘Itisthesignofourfall,andtheshadowofdoom,aFellRideroftheair.’
‘Yes,theshadowofdoom,’saidBeregond.‘IfearthatMinasTirithshallfall.Nightcomes.Theverywarmthofmybloodseemsstolenaway.’
Foratimetheysattogetherwithbowedheadsanddidnotspeak.ThensuddenlyPippinlookedupandsawthatthesunwasstillshiningandthebannersstillstreaminginthebreeze.Heshookhimself.‘Itispassed,’hesaid.‘No,myheartwillnotyetdespair.Gandalffellandhasreturnedandiswithus.Wemaystand,ifonlyononeleg,oratleastbeleftstilluponourknees.’
‘Rightlysaid!’criedBeregond,risingandstridingtoandfro.‘Nay,thoughallthingsmustcomeutterlytoanendintime,Gondorshallnotperishyet.