Хоббит
A Short Rest
Theirclothesweremendedaswellastheirbruises,theirtempersandtheirhopes.Theirbagswerefilledwithfoodandprovisionslighttocarrybutstrongtobringthemoverthemountainpasses.Theirplanswereimprovedwiththebestadvice.Sothetimecametomid-summereve,andtheyweretogoonagainwiththeearlysunonmidsummermorning.
Elrondknewallaboutrunesofeverykind.Thatdayhelookedattheswordstheyhadbroughtfromthetrolls’lair,andhesaid:"Thesearenottroll-make.Theyareoldswords,veryoldswordsoftheHighElvesoftheWest,mykin.TheyweremadeinGondolinfortheGoblin-wars.Theymusthavecomefromadragon’shoardorgoblinplunder,fordragonsandgoblinsdestroyedthatcitymanyagesago.This,Thorin,therunesnameOrcrist,theGoblin-cleaverintheancienttongueofGondolin;itwasafamousblade.This,Gandalf,wasGlamdring,Foe-hammerthatthekingofGondolinoncewore.Keepthemwell!"
"Whencedidthetrollsgetthem,Iwonder?"saidThorinlookingathisswordwithnewinterest.
"Icouldnotsay,"saidElrond,"butonemayguessthatyourtrollshadplunderedotherplunderers,orcomeontheremnantsofoldrobberiesinsomeholdinthemountainsoftheNorth.IhaveheardthattherearestillforgottentreasuresofoldtobefoundinthedesertedcavernsoftheminesofMoria,sincethedwarfandgoblinwar."
Thorinponderedthesewords."Iwillkeepthisswordinhonour,"hesaid.
"Mayitsooncleavegoblinsonceagain!"
"Awishthatislikelytobegrantedsoonenoughinthemountains!"saidElrond."Butshowmenowyourmap!"
