Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Flight to the Ford
Hereandthereuponheightsandridgestheycaughtglimpsesofancientwallsofstone,andtheruinsoftowers:theyhadanominouslook.Frodo,whowasnotwalking,hadtimetogazeaheadandtothink.HerecalledBilbo’saccountofhisjourneyandthethreateningtowersonthehillsnorthoftheRoad,inthecountryneartheTrolls’woodwherehisfirstseriousadventurehadhappened.Frodoguessedthattheywerenowinthesameregion,andwonderedifbychancetheywouldpassnearthespot.
‘Wholivesinthisland?’heasked.‘Andwhobuiltthesetowers?Isthistroll-country?’
‘No!’saidStrider.‘Trollsdonotbuild.Noonelivesinthisland.Menoncedwelthere,agesago;butnoneremainnow.Theybecameanevilpeople,aslegendstell,fortheyfellundertheshadowofAngmar.ButallweredestroyedinthewarthatbroughttheNorthKingdomtoitsend.Butthatisnowsolongagothatthehillshaveforgottenthem,thoughashadowstillliesontheland.’
‘Wheredidyoulearnsuchtales,ifallthelandisemptyandforgetful?’askedPeregrin.‘Thebirdsandbeastsdonottelltalesofthatsort.’
‘TheheirsofElendildonotforgetallthingspast,’saidStrider;‘andmanymorethingsthanIcantellarerememberedinRivendell.’
‘HaveyouoftenbeentoRivendell?’saidFrodo.
‘Ihave,’saidStrider.‘Idweltthereonce,andstillIreturnwhenImay.Theremyheartis;butitisnotmyfatetositinpeace,eveninthefairhouseofElrond.’
Thehillsnowbegantoshutthemin.
