Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           Thepathwasnowplainbeforethem,wel-tendedandborderedwithstone.Itwoundupontothetopofagrassyknol,nowgreyunderthepalestarrynight;andthere,stillhighabovethemonafurtherslope,theysawthetwinklinglightsofahouse.Downagainthepathwent,andthenupagain,upalongsmoothhilsideofturf,towardsthelight.Suddenlyawideyelowbeamflowedoutbrightlyfromadoorthatwasopened.TherewasTomBombadil’shousebeforethem,up,down,underhil.Behinditasteepshoulderofthelandlaygreyandbare,andbeyondthatthedarkshapesoftheBarrow-downsstalkedawayintotheeasternnight.

           Theyallhurriedforward,hobbitsandponies.Alreadyhalftheirwearinessandalltheirfearshadfalenfromthem.Hey!Comemerrydol!roledoutthesongtogreetthem.

           Hey!Comederrydol!Hopalong,myhearties!

           Hobbits!Poniesal!Wearefondofparties.

           Nowletthefunbegin!Letussingtogether!

           Thenanotherclearvoice,asyoungandasancientasSpring,likethesongofagladwaterflowingdownintothenightfromabrightmorninginthehils,camefalinglikesilvertomeetthem:

           Nowletthesongbegin!Letussingtogether

           Ofsun,stars,moonandmist,rainandcloudyweather,

           Lightonthebuddingleaf,dewonthefeather,

           Windontheopenhil,belsontheheather,

           Reedsbytheshadypool,liliesonthewater: