Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Passing of the Grey Company
Thedreadwassoheavyonhimthathecouldhardlywalk.AwaytotheleftsomethingglitteredinthegloomasAragorn’storchdrewnear.ThenAragornhaltedandwenttolookwhatitmightbe.
‘Doeshefeelnofear?’mutteredtheDwarf.‘InanyothercaveGimliGlóin’ssonwouldhavebeenthefirsttoruntothegleamofgold.Butnothere!Letitlie!’
Nonethelesshedrewnear,andsawAragornkneeling,whileElladanheldaloftbothtorches.Beforehimwerethebonesofamightyman.Hehadbeencladinmail,andstillhisharnesslaytherewhole;forthecavern’sairwasasdryasdust,andhishauberkwasgilded.Hisbeltwasofgoldandgarnets,andrichwithgoldwasthehelmuponhisbonyheadfacedownwardonthefloor.Hehadfallennearthefarwallofthecave,asnowcouldbeseen,andbeforehimstoodastonydoorclosedfast:hisfinger-boneswerestillclawingatthecracks.Anotchedandbrokenswordlaybyhim,asifhehadhewnattherockinhislastdespair.
Aragorndidnottouchhim,butaftergazingsilentlyforawhileheroseandsighed.‘Hithershalltheflowersofsimbelmynëcomeneveruntoworld’send,’hemurmured.‘Ninemoundsandseventherearenowgreenwithgrass,andthroughallthelongyearshehaslainatthedoorthathecouldnotunlock.Whitherdoesitlead?Whywouldhepass?Noneshalleverknow!
‘Forthatisnotmyerrand!’hecried,turningbackandspeakingtothewhisperingdarknessbehind.‘KeepyourhoardsandyoursecretshiddenintheAccursedYears!Speedonlyweask.
