Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Short Cut to Mushrooms
"Wel,"thefarmercontinued,approachinghispointwithslowrelish,’hecameridingonabigblackhorseinatthegate,whichhappenedtobeopen,andrightuptomydoor.Allblackhewashimself,too,andcloakedandhoodedup,asifhedidnotwanttobeknown."NowwhatintheShirecanhewant?"Ithoughttomyself.
Wedon’tseemanyoftheBigFolkovertheborder;andanywayIhadneverheardofanylikethisblackfelow.
"Good-daytoyou!"Isays,goingouttohim."Thislanedon’tleadanywhere,andwhereveryoumaybegoing,yourquickestwaywillbebacktotheroad."Ididn’tlikethelooksofhim;andwhenGripcameout,hetookonesniffandletoutayelpasifhehadbeenslung:heputdownhistailandboltedoffhowling.Theblackfelowsatquitestill.
"Icomefromyonder,"hesaid,slowandstiff-like,pointingbackwest,overmyfields,ifyouplease."HaveyouseenBaggins?"heaskedinaqueervoice,andbentdowntowardsme.
Icouldnotseeanyface,forhishoodfelldownsolow;andIfeltasortofshiverdownmyback.ButIdidnotseewhyheshouldcomeridingovermylandsobold.
"Beoff!"Isaid."TherearenoBagginseshere.You’reinthewrongpartoftheShire.YouhadbettergobackwesttoHobbiton-butyoucangobyroadthistime."
"Bagginshasleft,"heansweredinawhisper."Heiscoming.Heisnotfaraway.Iwishtofindhim.Ifhepasseswillyoutellme?Iwillcomebackwithgold."
