Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
TherehestoodinfrontofPippin,lookinghimupanddown.
‘Greetings!’saidthelad.‘Wheredoyoucomefrom?YouareastrangerintheCity.’
‘Iwas,’saidPippin;‘buttheysayIhavebecomeamanofGondor.’
‘Ohcome!’saidthelad.‘Thenweareallmenhere.Buthowoldareyou,andwhatisyourname?Iamtenyearsalready,andshallsoonbefivefeet.Iamtallerthanyou.ButthenmyfatherisaGuard,oneofthetallest.Whatisyourfather?’
‘WhichquestionshallIanswerfirst?’saidPippin.‘MyfatherfarmsthelandsroundWhitwellnearTuckboroughintheShire.Iamnearlytwenty-nine,soIpassyouthere;thoughIambutfourfeet,andnotlikelytogrowanymore,savesideways.’
‘Twenty-nine!’saidtheladandwhistled.‘Why,youarequiteold!AsoldasmyuncleIorlas.Still,’headdedhopefully,‘IwagerIcouldstandyouonyourheadorlayyouonyourback.’
‘Maybeyoucould,ifIletyou,’saidPippinwithalaugh.‘AndmaybeIcoulddothesametoyou:weknowsomewrestlingtricksinmylittlecountry.Where,letmetellyou,Iamconsidereduncommonlylargeandstrong;andIhaveneverallowedanyonetostandmeonmyhead.Soifitcametoatrialandnothingelsewouldserve,Imighthavetokillyou.