Властелин колец: Возвращение короля

           Andlastandproudest,Imrahil,PrinceofDolAmroth,kinsmanoftheLord,withgildedbannersbearinghistokenoftheShipandtheSilverSwan,andacompanyofknightsinfullharnessridinggreyhorses;andbehindthemsevenhundredsofmenatarms,tallaslords,grey-eyed,dark-haired,singingastheycame.

           Andthatwasall,lessthanthreethousandsfulltold.Nomorewouldcome.TheircriesandthetrampoftheirfeetpassedintotheCityanddiedaway.Theonlookersstoodsilentforawhile.Dusthungintheair,forthewindhaddiedandtheeveningwasheavy.Alreadytheclosinghourwasdrawingnigh,andtheredsunhadgonebehindMindolluin.ShadowcamedownontheCity.

           Pippinlookedup,anditseemedtohimthattheskyhadgrownashen-grey,asifavastdustandsmokehungabovethem,andlightcamedullythroughit.ButintheWestthedyingsunhadsetallthefumeonfire,andnowMindolluinstoodblackagainstaburningsmoulderfleckedwithembers.‘Soendsafairdayinwrath!’hesaidforgetfuloftheladathisside.

           ‘Soitwill,ifIhavenotreturnedbeforethesundown-bells,’saidBergil.‘Come!TheregoesthetrumpetfortheclosingoftheGate.’

           HandinhandtheywentbackintotheCity,thelasttopasstheGatebeforeitwasshut;andastheyreachedtheLampwrights’Streetallthebellsinthetowerstolledsolemnly.Lightsspranginmanywindows,andfromthehousesandwardsofthemenatarmsalongthewallstherecamethesoundofsong.

           ‘Farewellforthistime,’saidBergil.