Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Flight to the Ford
StridersprangfromhidinganddasheddowntowardstheRoad,leapingwithacrythroughtheheather;butevenbeforehehadmovedorcalled,theriderhadreinedinhishorseandhalted,lookinguptowardsthethicketwheretheystood.WhenhesawStrider,hedismountedandrantomeethimcallingout:AinaveduiDúnadan!Maegovannen!Hisspeechandclearringingvoiceleftnodoubtintheirhearts:theriderwasoftheElven-folk.Noothersthatdweltinthewideworldhadvoicessofairtohear.Butthereseemedtobeanoteofhasteorfearinhiscall,andtheysawthathewasnowspeakingquicklyandurgentlytoStrider.
SoonStriderbeckonedtothem,andthehobbitsleftthebushesandhurrieddowntotheRoad.‘ThisisGlorfindel,whodwellsinthehouseofElrond,’saidStrider.
‘Hail,andwellmetatlast!’saidtheElf-lordtoFrodo.‘IwassentfromRivendelltolookforyou.Wefearedthatyouwereindangerupontheroad.’
‘ThenGandalfhasreachedRivendell?’criedFrodojoyfully.
‘No.HehadnotwhenIdeparted;butthatwasninedaysago,’answeredGlorfindel.‘Elrondreceivednewsthattroubledhim.Someofmykindred,journeyinginyourlandbeyondtheBaranduin,*learnedthatthingswereamiss,andsentmessagesasswiftlyastheycould.TheysaidthattheNinewereabroad,andthatyouwereastraybearingagreatburdenwithoutguidance,forGandalfhadnotreturned.TherearefeweveninRivendellthatcanrideopenlyagainsttheNine;butsuchastherewere,Elrondsentoutnorth,west,andsouth.
