Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Great River
Sheerrosethedreadfulcliffstounguessedheightsoneitherside.Faroffwasthedimsky.Theblackwatersroaredandechoed,andawindscreamedoverthem.FrodocrouchingoverhiskneesheardSaminfrontmutteringandgroaning:"Whataplace!Whatahorribleplace!Justletmegetoutofthisboat,andI’llneverwetmytoesinapuddleagain,letaloneariver!"
"Fearnot!"saidastrangevoicebehindhim.FrodoturnedandsawStrider,andyetnotStrider;fortheweatherwornRangerwasnolongerthere.InthesternsatAragornsonofArathorn,proudanderect,guidingtheboatwithskilfulstrokes;hishoodwascastback,andhisdarkhairwasblowinginthewind,alightwasinhiseyes:akingreturningfromexiletohisownland.
"Fearnot!"hesaid."LonghaveIdesiredtolookuponthelikenessesofIsildurandAnarion,mysiresofold.UndertheirshadowElessar,theElfstonesonofArathornoftheHouseofValandilIsildur’ssonheirofElendil,hasnoughttodread!"
Thenthelightofhiseyesfaded,andhespoketohimself:"WouldthatGandalfwerehere!HowmyheartyearnsforMinasAnorandthewallsofmyowncity!ButwhithernowshallIgo?"
Thechasmwaslonganddark,andfilledwiththenoiseofwindandrushingwaterandechoingstone.Itbentsomewhattowardsthewestsothatatfirstallwasdarkahead;butsoonFrodosawatallgapoflightbeforehim,evergrowing.
