Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
The Muster of Rohan
Itwasalanguageinwhichthereseemedtobemanywordsthatheknew,thoughspokenmorerichlyandstronglythanintheShire,yethecouldnotpiecethewordstogether.AttimessomeRiderwouldliftuphisclearvoiceinstirringsong,andMerryfelthisheartleap,thoughhedidnotknowwhatitwasabout.
Allthesamehehadbeenlonely,andnevermoresothannowattheday’send.HewonderedwhereinallthisstrangeworldPippinhadgotto;andwhatwouldbecomeofAragornandLegolasandGimli.ThensuddenlylikeacoldtouchonhishearthethoughtofFrodoandSam.‘Iamforgettingthem!’hesaidtohimselfreproachfully.‘Andyettheyaremoreimportantthanalltherestofus.AndIcametohelpthem;butnowtheymustbehundredsofmilesaway,iftheyarestillalive.’Heshivered.
‘Harrowdaleatlast!’saidÉomer.‘Ourjourneyisalmostatanend.’Theyhalted.Thepathsoutofthenarrowgorgefellsteeply.Onlyaglimpse,asthroughatallwindow,couldbeseenofthegreatvalleyinthegloamingbelow.Asinglesmalllightcouldbeseentwinklingbytheriver.
‘Thisjourneyisover,maybe,’saidThéoden,‘butIhavefaryettogo.Lastnightthemoonwasfull,andinthemorningIshallridetoEdorastothegatheringoftheMark.’
‘Butifyouwouldtakemycounsel,’saidÉomerinalowvoice,‘youwouldthenreturnhither,untilthewarisover,lostorwon.’
Théodensmiled.
