Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Great River
TherethewhiterindofthenewMooncouldbeseenglimmeringintheremotelakes.Samlookedatitandpuckeredhisbrows.
Thenextdaythecountryoneithersidebegantochangerapidly.Thebanksbegantoriseandgrowstony.Soontheywerepassingthroughahillyrockyland,andonbothshoresthereweresteepslopesburiedindeepbrakesofthornandsloe,tangledwithbramblesandcreepers.Behindthemstoodlowcrumblingcliffs,andchimneysofgreyweatheredstonedarkwithivy;andbeyondtheseagainthererosehighridgescrownedwithwind-writhenfirs.Theyweredrawingneartothegreyhill-countryoftheEmynMuil,thesouthernmarchofWilderland.
Thereweremanybirdsaboutthecliffsandtherock-chimneys,andalldayhighintheairflocksofbirdshadbeencircling,blackagainstthepalesky.AstheylayintheircampthatdayAragornwatchedtheflightsdoubtfully,wonderingifGollumhadbeendoingsomemischiefandthenewsoftheirvoyagewasnowmovinginthewilderness.Laterasthesunwassetting,andtheCompanywasstirringandgettingreadytostartagain,hedescriedadarkspotagainstthefadinglight:agreatbirdhighandfaroff,nowwheeling,nowflyingonslowlysouthwards.
"Whatisthat,Legolas?"heasked,pointingtothenorthernsky."Isit,asIthink.aneagle?"
"Yes."saidLegolas."Itisaneagle,ahuntingeagle.Iwonderwhatthatforebodes.Itisfarfromthemountains."
"Wewillnotstartuntilitisfullydark,"saidAragorn.
