Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Short Cut to Mushrooms
Theyhaltedunderanelmtree:itsleavesthoughfastturningyelowwerestillthick,andthegroundatitsfeelwasfairlydryandsheltered.Whentheycametomaketheirmeal,theyfoundthattheElveshadfiledtheirbottleswithacleardrink,palegoldenincolour:ithadthescentofahoneymadeofmanyflowers,andwaswonderfulyrefreshing.Verysoontheywerelaughing,andsnappingtheirfingersatrain,andatBlackRiders.Thelastfewmiles,theyfelt,wouldsoonbebehindthem.
Frodoproppedhisbackagainstthetree-trunk,andclosedhiseyes.SamandPippinsatnear,andtheybegantohum,andthentosingsoftly:
Ho!Ho!Ho!tothebottleIgo
Tohealmyheartanddrownmywoe.
Rainmayfallandwindmayblow,
Andmanymilesbestilltogo,
ButunderatalltreeIwilllie,
Andletthecloudsgosailingby.
Ho!Ho!Ho!theybeganagainlouder.Theystoppedshortsuddenly.Frodosprangtohisfeet.Along-drawnwailcamedownthewind,likethecryofsomeevilandlonelycreature.Itroseandfel,andendedonahighpiercingnote.Evenastheysatandstood,asifsuddenlyfrozen,itwasansweredbyanothercry,fainterandfurtheroff,butnolesschilingtotheblood.
Therewasthenasilence,brokenonlybythesoundofthewindintheleaves.
