Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Great River
Stringingthebowandfittinganarrowheturned,peeringbackovertheRiverintothedarkness.Acrossthewatertherewereshrillcries,butnothingcouldbeseen.
FrodolookedupattheElfstandingtallabovehim,ashegazedintothenight,seekingamarktoshootat.Hisheadwasdark,crownedwithsharpwhitestarsthatglitteredintheblackpoolsoftheskybehind.ButnowrisingandsailingupfromtheSouththegreatcloudsadvanced,sendingoutdarkoutridersintothestarryfields.AsuddendreadfellontheCompany.
"ElberethGilthoniel!"sighedLegolasashelookedup.Evenashedidso,adarkshape,likeacloudandyetnotacloud,foritmovedfarmoreswiftly,cameoutoftheblacknessintheSouth,andspedtowardstheCompany,blottingoutalllightasitapproached.Soonitappearedasagreatwingedcreature,blackerthanthepitsinthenight.Fiercevoicesroseuptogreetitfromacrossthewater.Frodofeltasuddenchillrunningthroughhimandclutchingathisheart;therewasadeadlycold,likethememoryofanoldwound,inhisshoulder.Hecroucheddown,asiftohide.
SuddenlythegreatbowofLoriensang.Shrillwentthearrowfromtheelven-string.Frodolookedup.Almostabovehimthewingedshapeswerved.Therewasaharshcroakingscream,asitfelloutoftheair,vanishingdownintothegloomoftheeasternshore.Theskywascleanagain.Therewasatumultofmanyvoicesfaraway,cursingandwailinginthedarkness,andthensilence.
