Властелин колец: Две башни

           ’Whyofcourseyoudo!Hm,hoom:Iwasforgetting:singingthatsongputmeinmindofoldtimes;almostthoughtthatIwastalkingtoyoungEntings,Idid.Well,youcanlieonthebed.Iamgoingtostandintherain.Goodnight!’

           MerryandPippinclimbedontothebedandcurledupinthesoftgrassandfern.Itwasfresh,andsweet-scented,andwarm.Thelightsdieddown,andtheglowofthetreesfaded;butoutsideunderthearchtheycouldseeoldTreebeardstanding,motionless,withhisarmsraisedabovehishead.Thebrightstarspeeredoutofthesky,andlitthefallingwaterasitspilledontohisfingersandhead,anddripped,dripped,inhundredsofsilverdropsontohisfeet.Listeningtothetinklingofthedropsthehobbitsfellasleep.

           Theywoketofindacoolsunshiningintothegreatcourt,andontothefloorofthebay.Shredsofhighcloudwereoverhead,runningonastiffeasterlywind.Treebeardwasnottobeseen;butwhileMerryandPippinwerebathinginthebasinbythearch,theyheardhimhummingandsinging,ashecameupthepathbetweenthetrees.

           ’Hoo,ho!Goodmorning,MerryandPippin!’heboomed,whenhesawthem.’Yousleeplong.Ihavebeenmanyahundredstridesalreadytoday.Nowwewillhaveadrink,andgotoEntmoot.’

           Hepouredthemouttwofullbowlsfromastonejar;butfromadifferentjar.Thetastewasnotthesameasithadbeenthenightbefore:itwasearthierandricher,moresustainingandfood-like,sotospeak.