Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Old Forest
Itseemedtohimthathecouldhardlyhearthesoundofhisownshrilvoice:itwasblownawayfromhimbythewilow-windanddrownedinaclamourofleaves,assoonasthewordslefthismouth.Hefeltdesperate:lostandwitless.
Suddenlyheslopped.Therewasananswer,orsohethought;butitseemedtocomefrombehindhim,awaydownthepathfurtherbackintheForest.Heturnedroundandlistened,andsoontherecouldbenodoubt:someonewassingingasong;adeepgladvoicewassingingcarelesslyandhappily,butitwassingingnonsense:
Heydol!merrydol!ringadongdilo!
Ringadong!hopalong!falllallthewilow!
TomBom,jolyTom,TomBombadilo!
Halfhopefulandhalfafraidofsomenewdanger,FrodoandSamnowbothstoodstill.
Suddenlyoutofalongstringofnonsense-words(orsotheyseemed)thevoiceroseuploudandclearandburstintothissong:
Hey!Comemerrydot!derrydol!Mydarling!
Lightgoestheweather-windandthefeatheredstarling.
DownalongunderHil,shininginthesunlight,
Waitingonthedoorstepforthecoldstarlight,
Theremyprettyladyis.River-woman’sdaughter,
