Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Flight to the Ford
Hedrewoutthehilt,whichhehadkept,andhandedittotheElf.Glorfindelshudderedashetookit,buthelookedintentlyatit.
‘Thereareevilthingswrittenonthishilt,’hesaid;‘thoughmaybeyoureyescannotseethem.Keepit,Aragorn,tillwereachthehouseofElrond!Butbewary,andhandleitaslittleasyoumay!Alas!thewoundsofthisweaponarebeyondmyskilltoheal.IwilldowhatIcan–butallthemoredoIurgeyounowtogoonwithoutrest.’
HesearchedthewoundonFrodo’sshoulderwithhisfingers,andhisfacegrewgraver,asifwhathelearneddisquietedhim.ButFrodofeltthechilllesseninhissideandarm;alittlewarmthcreptdownfromhisshouldertohishand,andthepaingreweasier.Theduskofeveningseemedtogrowlighterabouthim,asifacloudhadbeenwithdrawn.Hesawhisfriends’facesmoreclearlyagain,andameasureofnewhopeandstrengthreturned.
‘Youshallridemyhorse,’saidGlorfindel.‘Iwillshortenthestirrupsuptothesaddle-skirts,andyoumustsitastightasyoucan.Butyouneednotfear:myhorsewillnotletanyriderfallthatIcommandhimtobear.Hispaceislightandsmooth;andifdangerpressestoonear,hewillbearyouawaywithaspeedthateventheblacksteedsoftheenemycannotrival.’
‘No,hewillnot!’saidFrodo.‘Ishallnotridehim,ifIamtobecarriedofftoRivendelloranywhereelse,leavingmyfriendsbehindindanger.’
Glorfindelsmiled.
