Властелин колец: Возвращение короля
Minas Tirith
AndtherewheretheWhiteMountainsofEredNimraiscametotheirendhesaw,asGandalfhadpromised,thedarkmassofMountMindolluin,thedeeppurpleshadowsofitshighglens,anditstallfacewhiteningintherisingday.Anduponitsout-thrustkneewastheGuardedCity,withitssevenwallsofstonesostrongandoldthatitseemedtohavebeennotbuildedbutcarvenbygiantsoutofthebonesoftheearth.
EvenasPippingazedinwonderthewallspassedfromloominggreytowhite,blushingfaintlyinthedawn;andsuddenlythesunclimbedovertheeasternshadowandsentforthashaftthatsmotethefaceoftheCity.ThenPippincriedaloud,fortheTowerofEcthelion,standinghighwithinthetopmostwalls’shoneoutagainstthesky,glimmeringlikeaspikeofpearlandsilver,tallandfairandshapely,anditspinnacleglitteredasifitwerewroughtofcrystals;andwhitebannersbrokeandflutteredfromthebattlementsinthemorningbreeze’andhighandfarheheardaclearringingasofsilvertrumpets.
SoGandalfandPeregrinrodetotheGreatGateoftheMenofGondorattherisingofthesun,anditsirondoorsrolledbackbeforethem.
‘Mithrandir!Mithrandir!’mencried.‘Nowweknowthatthestormisindeednigh!’
‘Itisuponyou,’saidGandalf.‘Ihaveriddenonitswings.Letmepass!ImustcometoyourLordDenethor,whilehisstewardshiplasts.Whateverbetide,youhavecometotheendoftheGondorthatyouhaveknown.
