Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Old Forest
"Thankyou!"saidthehobbits,oneaftertheother.
TomBombadilburstoutlaughing."Wel,mylittlefelows!"saidhe,stoopingsothathepeeredintotheirfaces."Youshalcomehomewithme!Thetableisallladenwithyelowcream,honeycomb,andwhitebreadandbutter.Goldberryiswaiting.Timeenoughforquestionsaroundthesuppertable.Youfolowaftermeasquickasyouareable!"Withthathepickeduphislilies,andthenwithabeckoningwaveofhishandwenthoppinganddancingalongthepatheastward,stillsingingloudlyandnonsensicaly.
Toosurprisedandtoorelievedtotalk,thehobbitsfolowedafterhimasfastastheycould.
Butthatwasnotfastenough.Tomsoondisappearedinfrontofthem,andthenoiseofhissinginggotfainterandfurtheraway.Suddenlyhisvoicecamefloatingbacktotheminaloudhaloo!
Hopalong,mylittlefriends,uptheWithywindle!
Tom’sgoingonaheadcandlesfortokindle.
DownwestsinkstheSun:soonyouwillbegroping.
Whenthenight-shadowsfal,thenthedoorwillopen,
Outofthewindow-paneslightwilltwinkleyelow.
Fearnoalderblack!Heednohoarywilow!
Fearneitherrootnorbough!Tomgoesonbeforeyou.
Heynow!merrydot!We’llbewaitingforyou!