Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           Itwaslongandoval,shapedlikeagreatspear-headthrustdeepintothenorthernglen;butitssouthernendwasbeyondtheshadowsunderthesunlitsky.Yetitswatersweredark:adeepbluelikecleareveningskyseenfromalamp-litroom.Itsfacewasstillandunruffled.Aboutitlayasmoothsward,shelvingdownonallsidestoitsbareunbrokenrim.

           "ThereliestheMirrormere,deepKheled-zaram!"saidGimlisadly."Irememberthathesaid:"Mayyouhavejoyofthesight!Butwecannotlingerthere."NowlongshallIjourneyereIhavejoyagain.ItisIthatmusthastenaway,andhethatmustremain."

           TheCompanynowwentdowntheroadfromtheGates.Itwasroughandbroken,fadingtoawindingtrackbetweenheatherandwhinthatthrustamidthecrackingstones.ButstillitcouldbeseenthatoncelongagoagreatpavedwayhadwoundupwardsfromthelowlandsoftheDwarf-kingdom.Inplacestherewereruinedworksofstonebesidethepath,andmoundsofgreentoppedwithslenderbirches,orfir-treessighinginthewind.AneastwardbendledthemhardbytheswardofMirrormere,andtherenotfarfromtheroadsidestoodasinglecolumnbrokenatthetop.

           "ThatisDurin’sStone!"criedGimli."Icannotpasswithoutturningasideforamomenttolookatthewonderofthedale!"

           "Beswiftthen!"saidAragorn,lookingbacktowardstheGates."TheSunsinksearly.TheOrcswillnot,maybe,comeouttillafterdusk,butwemustbefarawaybeforenightfall.