Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Field of Cormallen
AndastheHobbitsapproachedswordswereunsheathed,andspearswereshaken,andhornsandtrumpetssang,andmencriedwithmanyvoicesandinmanytongues:
"LonglivetheHalflings!Praisethemwithgreatpraise!
CuioiPheriainanann!Aglar’niPheriannath!
Praisethemwithgreatpraise,FrodoandSamwise!
DauraBerhael,ConinenAnnun!Eglerio!
Praisethem!
Eglerio!
Alaitate,laitate!Andavelaituvalmet!
Praisethem!
Cormacolindor,alaitatárienna!
Praisethem!TheRing-bearers,praisethemwithgreatpraise!"
Andsotheredbloodblushingintheirfacesandtheireyesshiningwithwonder,FrodoandSamwentforwardandsawthatamidsttheclamoroushostweresetthreehigh-seatsbuiltofgreenturves.Behindtheseatupontherightfloated,whiteongreen,agreathorserunningfree;upontheleftwasabanner,silveruponblue,ashipswan-prowedfaringonthesea;butbehindthehighestthroneinthemidstofallagreatstandardwasspreadinthebreeze,andthereawhitetreeflowereduponasablefieldbeneathashiningcrownandsevenglitteringstars.Onthethronesatamail-cladman,agreatswordwaslaidacrosshisknees,butheworenohelm.Astheydrewnearherose.Andthentheyknewhim,changedashewas,sohighandgladofface,kingly,lordofMen,dark-hairedwitheyesofgrey.
