messenger [Λmes (Η) ndΚΗ] whistling [ΛwΙͺslΙͺΕ] piping [ΛpaΙͺpΙͺΕ] council [ΛkaΚns (Η) l]
But help came swiftly; for Bard at once had speedy messengers sent up the river to the Forest to ask the aid of the King of the Elves of the Wood, and these messengers had found a host already on the move, although it was then only the third day after the fall of Smaug. The Elvenking had received news from his own messengers and from the birds that loved his folk, and already knew much of what had happened. Very great indeed was the commotion among all things with wings that dwelt on the borders of the Desolation of the Dragon. The air was filled with circling flocks, and their swift-flying messengers flew here and there across the sky. Above the borders of the Forest there was whistling, crying and piping. Far over Mirkwood tidings spread: βSmaug is dead!β Leaves rustled and startled ears were lifted. Even before the Elvenking rode forth the news had passed west right to the pinewoods of the Misty Mountains; Beorn had heard it in his wooden house, and the goblins were at council in their caves.
βThat will be the last (ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ°Π·) we shall hear of Thorin Oakenshield (ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΌΡ ΡΡΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΎ Π’ΠΎΡΠΈΠ½Π΅ ΠΡΠΊΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ΄Π΅), I fear (Ρ Π±ΠΎΡΡΡ), β said the king (ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΠ»Ρ). βHe would have done better (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΠ» Π±Ρ Π³ΠΎΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΠΎ Π»ΡΡΡΠ΅) to have remained my guest (ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΌΠΎΠΈΠΌ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ). It is an ill wind (Π½ΠΎ Π½Π΅Ρ Ρ ΡΠ΄Π°: Β«Π΄ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΎΡ Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΒ»), all the same (Π²ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π²Π½ΠΎ), β he added (Π΄ΠΎΠ±Π°Π²ΠΈΠ» ΠΎΠ½), βthat blows no one any good (Π±Π΅Π· Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°: Β«ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΌΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΡΠΈΡ Ρ ΠΎΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΡΒ»). β For he too had not forgotten (ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°Π±ΡΠ») the legend of the wealth of Thror (Π»Π΅Π³Π΅Π½Π΄Ρ ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΡΡΠ²Π΅ Π’ΡΠΎΡΠ°). So it was (Π²ΠΎΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ) that Bardβs messengers (ΡΡΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ½ΡΡ ΠΠ°ΡΠ΄Π°) found him now marching (ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Π΄Π²ΠΈΠ³Π°Π»ΡΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ) with many spearmen and bowmen (ΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ ΠΊΠΎΠΏΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π² ΠΈ Π»ΡΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²); and crows were gathered thick (ΠΈ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ; thick β ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΎ, Π³ΡΡΡΠΎ, Π² Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅), above him (Π½Π°Π΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌ), for they thought (ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΈ) that war was awakening again (ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠ½Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ½Π°; to awaken β ΠΏΡΠΎΠ±ΡΠΆΠ΄Π°ΡΡ), such as had not been in those parts (ΡΠ°ΠΊΠ°Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π² ΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΡ ) for a long age (ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΎ: Β«Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³ΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΠΎΠ΄ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΒ»; age β Π²ΠΎΠ·ΡΠ°ΡΡ; ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ, ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΠΎΠ΄). But the king (Π½ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΠ»Ρ), when he received the prayers of Bard (ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ» ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΠ±Ρ ΠΠ°ΡΠ΄Π°), had pity (ΡΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ; pity β ΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΎΡΡΡ, ΡΠΎΡΡΡΠ°Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅), for he was the lord of a good and kindly people (ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ Π±ΡΠ» Π²Π»Π°ΡΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΌ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠΎΠ΄Π°); so turning his march (ΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ΅ Π΄Π²ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅), which had at first been direct towards the Mountain (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Ρ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΡΠΌΡΡ ΠΊ ΠΠΎΡΠ΅), he hastened now down the river (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ» ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ· ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ΅) to the Long Lake (ΠΊ ΠΠ»ΠΈΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΠ·Π΅ΡΡ). He had not boats or rafts enough (Ρ Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎ Π»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΊ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²) for his host (Π΄Π»Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π²ΠΎΠΉΡΠΊΠ°), and they were forced (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ½ΡΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½Ρ) to go the slower way by foot (ΠΈΠ΄ΡΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΏΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ); but great store of goods (Π½ΠΎ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°ΡΡ /Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ/ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ³ΠΎ; goods β Π²Π΅ΡΠΈ, ΠΈΠΌΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ; ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π±ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ) he sent ahead by water (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΎΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ» Π²ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ ΠΏΠΎ Π²ΠΎΠ΄Π΅). Still elves are light-footed (Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ»ΡΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠ½Ρ; light-footed β Π±ΡΡΡΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠΉ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΉ, Ρ Π»Π΅Π³ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΊΠΎΠΉ), and though they were not in these days much used to the marches (ΠΈ, Ρ ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π² ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π½ΠΈ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ-ΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠΊΠ»ΠΈ ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΠΌ) and the treacherous lands between the Forest and the Lake (ΠΈ ΠΊ Π½Π΅Π½Π°Π΄Π΅ΠΆΠ½ΡΠΌ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»ΡΠΌ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ ΠΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΠ·Π΅ΡΠΎΠΌ; treacherousβΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ), their going was swift (ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄Π²ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ Π±ΡΡΡΡΡΠΌ). Only five days after the death of the dragon (ΡΠΏΡΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΏΡΡΡ Π΄Π½Π΅ΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ Π΄ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π°) they came upon the shores (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π²ΡΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π° Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π³Π°) and looked on the ruins of the town (ΠΈ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π²Π°Π»ΠΈΠ½Ρ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°). Their welcome was good (ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΈΡ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ: Β«ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ Π±ΡΠ» Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΌΒ»), as may be expected (ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°ΡΡ), and the men and their Master (ΠΈ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΈΡ ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π°) were ready to make any bargain (Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²Ρ Π·Π°ΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠΈΡΡ Π»ΡΠ±ΡΡ ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΊΡ) for the future (Π½Π° Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΡΠ΅Π΅) in return for the Elvenkingβs aid (Π² ΠΎΠ±ΠΌΠ΅Π½ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΡ ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠ»Ρ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ²).
spearman [ΛspΙͺΗmΗn] prayer [preΗ] treacherous [ΛtretΚ (Η) rΗs] march [mΙ: tΚ]
βThat will be the last we shall hear of Thorin Oakenshield, I fear, β said the king. βHe would have done better to have remained my guest. It is an ill wind, all the same, β he added, βthat blows no one any good. β For he too had not forgotten the legend of the wealth of Thror. So it was that Bardβs messengers found him now marching with many spearmen and bowmen; and crows were gathered thick, above him, for they thought that war was awakening again, such as had not been in those parts for a long age. But the king, when he received the prayers of Bard, had pity, for he was the lord of a good and kindly people; so turning his march, which had at first been direct towards the Mountain, he hastened now down the river to the Long Lake. He had not boats or rafts enough for his host, and they were forced to go the slower way by foot; but great store of goods he sent ahead by water. Still elves are light β footed, and though they were not in these days much used to the marches and the treacherous lands between the Forest and the Lake, their going was swift. Only five days after the death of the dragon they came upon the shores and looked on the ruins of the town. Their welcome was good, as may be expected, and the men and their Master were ready to make any bargain for the future in return for the Elvenkingβs aid.
Their plans were soon made (ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½Ρ Π²ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½Ρ). With the women and the children (Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅ Ρ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠ½Π°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΠΌΠΈ), the old and the unfit (ΡΠΎ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ Π½Π΅Π·Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠΌΠΈ; (un) fitβ (Π½Π΅) ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ, (Π½Π΅) ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΠΉ; (Π½Π΅) ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½ΡΠΉ; (Π½Π΅) Π·Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠΉ), the Master remained behind (ΠΠ»Π°Π²Π° ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π° ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°Π»ΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅: Β«ΡΠ·Π°Π΄ΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π΄ΠΈΒ»); and with him were some men of crafts (ΠΈ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌ ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ»Π΅Π½Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²; craft β ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡ, ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅) and many skilled elves (ΠΈ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π»ΡΡ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ²); and they busied themselves felling trees (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Π°Π»ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΡΡ; to busy (oneself) β Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡ), and collecting the timber (ΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ½Ρ; timber β Π»Π΅ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ°Π», Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ½Π°) sent down from the Forest (ΠΎΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΡ Ρ ΠΠ΅ΡΠ°). Then they set about (Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ; to set about (doing) smth. β ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΡΠΎ-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΡΠΏΠ°ΡΡ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ) raising many huts by the shore (Π·Π° ΡΡΡΠΎΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ: Β«Π²ΠΎΠ·Π²Π΅Π΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅Β» ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π° Ρ ΠΈΠΆΠΈΠ½ Π½Π° Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π³Ρ; to raise β ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΡ; Π²ΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ) against the oncoming winter (ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ±Π»ΠΈΠΆΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π·ΠΈΠΌΠ°: Β«ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ² ΠΏΡΠΈΠ±Π»ΠΈΠΆΠ°Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΡ Π·ΠΈΠΌΡΒ»); and also under the Masterβs direction (ΠΈ, ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΠ»Π°Π²Ρ ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°) they began the planning of a new town (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°), designed more fair and large (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΡΡ Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²Π΅Π΅ ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅) even than before (Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ°Π½ΡΡΠ΅), but not in the same place (Π½ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π½Π° ΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅). They removed northward higher up the shore (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π²ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈ /Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄/ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅Π²Π΅ΡΡ, Π²ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎ Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π³Ρ); for ever after they had a dread of the water (ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Ρ ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡ Ρ Π½ΠΈΡ Π±ΡΠ» Π±Π»Π°Π³ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΉΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠΆΠ°Ρ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΉ) where the dragon lay (Π³Π΄Π΅ Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π» Π΄ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ½). He would never again return to his golden bed (Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π΅ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅ΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ Π·ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ΅ Π»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅), but was stretched cold as stone (Π° ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ, Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ), twisted upon the floor of the shallows (ΠΈΠ·Π²ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡ: Β«Π²ΡΠΊΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉΒ» ΠΏΠΎ Π΄Π½Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡ; twisted β ΠΈΡΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ, ΠΈΠ·Π²ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡΡΠΉ). There for ages his huge bones could be seen (ΡΠ°ΠΌ, ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ, Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΎΠ³ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΊΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ: Β«ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ Π±ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π½ΡΒ») in calm weather (Π² ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΠ½ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ) amid the ruined piles of the old town (ΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ ΡΠ°Π·ΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ²Π°ΠΉ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°). But few dared to cross the cursed spot (Π½ΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ), and none dared to dive into the shivering water (ΠΈ Π½ΠΈΠΊΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°Π»ΡΡ Π½ΡΡΠ½ΡΡΡ Π² ΡΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠ΄Ρ) or recover the precious stones (ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΡ /ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎ/ Π΄ΡΠ°Π³ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ½ΠΈ) that fell from his rotting carcass (ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΏΠ°Π»ΠΈ Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π³Π½ΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΡΡΠΈ; carcass β ΡΡΡΠ° ΠΆΠΈΠ²ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ; /ΡΡΡ. / ΡΡΡΠΏ; ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ², ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°, ΠΊΠΎΡΡΡΠΊ; ΠΊΠ°ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ). But all the men of arms (Π½ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠΎΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ; arms β ΠΎΡΡΠΆΠΈΠ΅) who were still able (ΡΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π½Ρ), and the most of the Elvenkingβs array (ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π²ΠΎΠΉΡΠΊΠ° ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠ»Ρ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ²; array β ΡΡΡΠΎΠΉ, Π±ΠΎΠ΅Π²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΊ, Π²ΠΎΠΉΡΠΊΠΎ, Π²ΠΎΠΎΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΡΡΠ΄Ρ), got ready to march north to the Mountain (ΠΏΡΠΈΠ³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π²ΡΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΡΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Π²Π΅Ρ, ΠΊ ΠΠΎΡΠ΅). It was thus (ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ Π²ΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊ) that in eleven days from the ruin of the town (ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π΄Π½Π΅ΠΉ ΠΎΡ ΠΊΡΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°) the head of their host (Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π½Π°Ρ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΈΡ Π²ΠΎΠΉΡΠΊΠ°) passed the rock-gates at the end of the lake (ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»Π° ΡΠΊΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡΡΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ° Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠ° ΠΎΠ·Π΅ΡΠ°) and came into the desolate lands (ΠΈ Π²ΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΠ»Π° Π½Π° Π·Π°Π±ΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»ΠΈ).