Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
Merrylookedoutinwonderuponthisstrangecountry,ofwhichhehadheardmanytalesupontheirlongroad.Itwasaskylessworld,inwhichhiseye;throughdimgulfsofshadowyair,sawonlyever-mountingslopes,greatwallsofstonebehindgreatwalls,andfrowningprecipiceswreathedwithmist.Hesatforamomenthalfdreaming,listeningtothenoiseofwater,thewhisperofdarktrees,thecrackofstone,andthevastwaitingsilencethatbroodedbehindallsound.Helovedmountains,orhehadlovedthethoughtofthemmarchingontheedgeofstoriesbroughtfromfaraway;butnowhewasbornedownbytheinsupportableweightofMiddle-earth.Helongedtoshutouttheimmensityinaquietroombyafire.
Hewasverytired,forthoughtheyhadriddenslowly,theyhadriddenwithverylittlerest.Hourafterhourfornearlythreewearydayshehadjoggedupanddown,overpasses,andthroughlongdales,andacrossmanystreams.Sometimeswherethewaywasbroaderhehadriddenattheking’sside,notnoticingthatmanyoftheRiderssmiledtoseethetwotogether:thehobbitonhislittleshaggygreypony,andtheLordofRohanonhisgreatwhitehorse.ThenhehadtalkedtoThéoden,tellinghimabouthishomeandthedoingsoftheShire-folk,orlisteninginturntotalesoftheMarkanditsmightymenofold.Butmostofthetime,especiallyonthislastday,Merryhadriddenbyhimselfjustbehindtheking,sayingnothing,andtryingtounderstandtheslowsonorousspeechofRohanthatheheardthemenbehindhimusing.
