Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Short Cut to Mushrooms
"Andwhatdoyouthinkthatwas?"Pippinaskedatlast,tryingtospeaklightly,butquaveringalittle."Ifitwasabird,itwasonethatIneverheardintheShirebefore."
"Itwasnotbirdorbeast,"saidFrodo."Itwasacal,orasignall-therewerewordsinthatcry,thoughIcouldnotcatchthem.Butnohobbithassuchavoice."Nomorewassaidaboutit.TheywereallthinkingoftheRiders,butnoonespokeofthem.Theywerenowreluctanteithertostayorgoon;butsoonerorlatertheyhadgottogetacrosstheopencountrytotheFerry,anditwasbesttogosoonerandindaylight.Inafewmomentstheyhadshoulderedtheirpacksagainandwereoff.
Beforelongthewoodcametoasuddenend.Widegrass-landsstretchedbeforethem.
Theynowsawthattheyhad,infact,turnedtoomuchtothesouth.AwayovertheflatstheycouldglimpsethelowhillofBuckleburyacrosstheRiver,butitwasnowtotheirleft.Creepingcautiouslyoutfromtheedgeofthetrees,theysetoffacrosstheopenasquicklyastheycould.
Atfirsttheyfeltafraid,awayfromtheshelterofthewood.Farbackbehindthemstoodthehighplacewheretheyhadbreakfasted.Frodohalfexpectedtoseethesmalldistantfigureofahorsemanontheridgedarkagainstthesky;buttherewasnosignofone.Thesunescapingfromthebreakingclouds,asitsanktowardsthehilstheyhadleft,wasnowshiningbrightlyagain.Theirfearleftthem,thoughtheystillfeltuneasy.Butthelandbecamesteadilymoretameandwel-ordered.Soontheycameintowel-tendedfieldsandmeadows:therewerehedgesandgatesanddikesfordrainage.Everythingseemedquietandpeaceful,justanordinarycorneroftheShire.
