Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Flight to the Ford
‘Rideforward!Ride!’criedGlorfindeltoFrodo.
Hedidnotobeyatonce,forastrangereluctanceseizedhim.Checkingthehorsetoawalk,heturnedandlookedback.TheRidersseemedtositupontheirgreatsteedslikethreateningstatuesuponahill,darkandsolid,whileallthewoodsandlandaboutthemrecededasifintoamist.Suddenlyheknewinhisheartthattheyweresilentlycommandinghimtowait.Thenatoncefearandhatredawokeinhim.Hishandleftthebridleandgrippedthehiltofhissword,andwitharedflashhedrewit.
‘Rideon!Rideon!’criedGlorfindel,andthenloudandclearhecalledtothehorseintheelf-tongue:norolim,norolim,Asfaloth!
AtoncethewhitehorsesprangawayandspedlikethewindalongthelastlapoftheRoad.Atthesamemomenttheblackhorsesleapeddownthehillinpursuit,andfromtheRiderscameaterriblecry,suchasFrodohadheardfillingthewoodswithhorrorintheEastfarthingfaraway.Itwasanswered;andtothedismayofFrodoandhisfriendsoutfromthetreesandrocksawayontheleftfourotherRiderscameflying.TworodetowardsFrodo;twogallopedmadlytowardstheFordtocutoffhisescape.Theyseemedtohimtorunlikethewindandtogrowswiftlylargeranddarker,astheircoursesconvergedwithhis.
Frodolookedbackforamomentoverhisshoulder.Hecouldnolongerseehisfriends.TheRidersbehindwerefallingback:eventheirgreatsteedswerenomatchinspeedforthewhiteelf-horseofGlorfindel.Helookedforwardagain,andhopefaded.
