Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Field of Cormallen
Herememberedthatsmell:thefragranceofIthilien."Blessme!"hemused."HowlonghaveIbeenasleep?"Forthescenthadbornehimbacktothedaywhenhehadlithislittlefireunderthesunnybank;andforamomentallelsebetweenwasoutofwakingmemory.Hestretchedanddrewadeepbreath."Why,whatadreamI’vehad!"hemuttered."Iamgladtowake!"HesatupandthenhesawthatFrodowaslyingbesidehim,andsleptpeacefully,onehandbehindhishead,andtheotherrestinguponthecoverlet.Itwastherighthand,andthethirdfingerwasmissing.
Fullmemoryfloodedback,andSamcriedaloud:"Itwasn’tadream!Thenwherearewe?"
Andavoicespokesoftlybehind:"InthelandofIthilien,andinthekeepingoftheKing;andheawaitsyou."WiththatGandalfstoodbeforehim,robedinwhite,hisbeardnowgleaminglikepuresnowinthetwinklingoftheleafysunlight."Well,MasterSamwise,howdoyoufeel?"hesaid.
ButSamlayback,andstaredwithopenmouth,andforamoment,betweenbewildermentandgreatjoy,hecouldnotanswer.Atlasthegasped:"Gandalf!Ithoughtyouweredead!ButthenIthoughtIwasdeadmyself.Iseverythingsadgoingtocomeuntrue?What’shappenedtotheworld?"
"AgreatShadowhasdeparted,"saidGandalf,andthenhelaughedandthesoundwaslikemusic,orlikewaterinaparchedland;andashelistenedthethoughtcametoSamthathehadnotheardlaughter,thepuresoundofmerriment,fordaysupondayswithoutcount.
