Властелин колец: Две башни
Flotsam and Jetsam
ItwasPippinwhofoundtwosmallbarrels,washedupoutofsomecellarorstore-house,Isuppose.Whenweopenedthem,wefoundtheywerefilledwiththis:asfineapipe-weedasyoucouldwishfor,andquiteunspoilt.’
Gimlitooksomeandrubbeditinhispalmsandsniffedit.’Itfeelsgood,anditsmellsgood,’hesaid.
’Itisgood!’saidMerry.’MydearGimli,itisLongbottomLeaf!ThereweretheHornblowerbrandmarksonthebarrels,asplainasplain.Howitcamehere,Ican’timagine.ForSaruman’sprivateuse.Ifancy.Ineverknewthatitwentsofarabroad.Butitcomesinhandynow?’
’Itwould,’saidGimli,’ifIhadapipetogowithit.Alas,IlostmineinMoria,orbefore.Istherenopipeinallyourplunder?’
’No,Iamafraidnot,’saidMerry.’Wehavenotfoundany,notevenhereintheguardrooms.Sarumankeptthisdaintytohimself.itseems.AndIdon’tthinkitwouldbeanyuseknockingonthedoorsofOrthanctobegapipeofhim!Weshallhavetosharepipes.asgoodfriendsmustatapinch.’
’Halfamoment!’saidPippin.Puttinghishandinsidethebreastofhisjackethepulledoutalittlesoftwalletonastring.’Ikeepatreasureortwonearmyskin,aspreciousasRingstome.Here’sone:myoldwoodenpipe.Andhere’sanother:anunusedone.Ihavecarrieditalongway,,thoughIdon’tknowwhy.Ineverreallyexpectedtofindanypipe-weedonthejourney,whenmyownranout.Butnowitcomesinusefulafterall.’Heheldupasmallpipewithawideflattenedbowl,andhandedittoGimli.
