Властелин колец: Братство кольца
In the House of Tom Bombadil
"Havepeacenow,"shesaid,’untilthemorning!Heednonightlynoises!Fornothingpassesdoorandwindowheresavemoonlightandstarlightandthewindoffthehil-top.Goodnight!"Shepassedoutoftheroomwithaglimmerandarustle.Thesoundofherfootstepswaslikeastreamfalinggentlyawaydownhilovercoolstonesinthequietofnight.
Tomsatonawhilebesidetheminsilence,whileeachofthemtriedtomusterthecouragetoaskoneofthemanyquestionshehadmeanttoaskatsupper.Sleepgatheredontheireyelids.AtlastFrodospoke:
"Didyouhearmecaling,Master,orwasitjustchancethatbroughtyouatthatmoment?"Tomstirredlikeamanshakenoutofapleasantdream."Eh,what?"saidhe."DidIhearyoucaling?Nay,Ididnothear:Iwasbusysinging.Justchancebroughtmethen,ifchanceyoucallit.Itwasnoplanofmine,thoughIwaswaitingforyou.Weheardnewsofyou,andlearnedthatyouwerewandering.Weguessedyou’dcomeerelongdowntothewater:allpathsleadthatway,downtoWithywindle.OldgreyWilow-man,he’samightysinger;andit’shardforlittlefolktoescapehiscunningmazes.ButTomhadanerrandthere,thathedarednothinder."Tomnoddedasifsleepwastakinghimagain;buthewentoninasoftsingingvoice:Ihadanerrandthere:gatheringwater-lilies,greenleavesandlilieswhitetopleasemyprettylady,thelasteretheyear’sendtokeepthemfromthewinter,toflowerbyherprettyfeettiltthesnowsaremelted.
Eachyearatsummer’sendIgotofindthemforher,inawidepool,deepandclear,fardownWithywindle;theretheyopenfirstinspringandtheretheylingerlatest.
BythatpoollongagoIfoundtheRiver-daughter,fairyoungGoldberrysittingintherushes.
