Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Flight to the Ford
SuddenlytheforemostRiderspurredhishorseforward.Itcheckedatthewaterandrearedup.WithagreateffortFrodosatuprightandbrandishedhissword.
‘Goback!’hecried.‘GobacktotheLandofMordor,andfollowmenomore!’Hisvoicesoundedthinandshrillinhisownears.TheRidershalted,butFrodohadnotthepowerofBombadil.Hisenemieslaughedathimwithaharshandchillinglaughter.‘Comeback!Comeback!’theycalled.‘ToMordorwewilltakeyou!’
‘Goback!’hewhispered.
‘TheRing!TheRing!’theycriedwithdeadlyvoices;andimmediatelytheirleaderurgedhishorseforwardintothewater,followedcloselybytwoothers.
‘ByElberethandLúthientheFair,’saidFrodowithalasteffort,liftinguphissword,‘youshallhaveneithertheRingnorme!’
Thentheleader,whowasnowhalfacrosstheFord,stoodupmenacinginhisstirrups,andraiseduphishand.Frodowasstrickendumb.Hefelthistonguecleavetohismouth,andhisheartlabouring.Hisswordbrokeandfelloutofhisshakinghand.Theelf-horserearedandsnorted.Theforemostoftheblackhorseshadalmostsetfootupontheshore.
Atthatmomenttherecamearoaringandarushing:anoiseofloudwatersrollingmanystones.DimlyFrodosawtheriverbelowhimrise,anddownalongitscoursetherecameaplumedcavalryofwaves.WhiteflamesseemedtoFrodotoflickerontheircrests,andhehalffanciedthathesawamidthewaterwhiteridersuponwhitehorseswithfrothingmanes
