Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Great River
"Yrch!"saidLegolas,fallingintohisowntongue.
"Orcs!"criedGimli.
"Gollum’sdoing,I’llbebound."saidSamtoFrodo."Andaniceplacetochoose,too.TheRiverseemssetontakingusrightintotheirarms!"
Theyallleanedforwardstrainingatthepaddles:evenSamtookahand.Everymomenttheyexpectedtofeelthebiteofblack-featheredarrows.Manywhinedoverheadorstruckthewaternearby;buttherewerenomorehits.Itwasdark,butnottoodarkforthenight-eyesofOrcs,andinthestar-glimmertheymusthaveofferedtheircunningfoessomemark,unlessitwasthatthegreycloaksOfLorienandthegreytimberoftheelf-wroughtboatsdefeatedthemaliceofthearchersofMordor.
Strokebystroketheylabouredon.Inthedarknessitwashardtobesurethattheywereindeedmovingatall;butslowlytheswirlofthewatergrewless,andtheshadowoftheeasternbankfadedbackintothenight.Atlast,asfarastheycouldjudge,theyhadreachedthemiddleofthestreamagainandhaddriventheirboatsbacksomedistanceabovethejuttingrocks.Thenhalfturningtheythrustthemwithalltheirstrengthtowardsthewesternshore.UndertheshadowOfbushesleaningoutoverthewatertheyhaltedanddrewbreath.
LegolaslaiddownhispaddleandtookupthebowthathehadbroughtfromLorien.Thenhesprangashoreandclimbedafewpacesupthebank.
