Властелин колец: Братство кольца
In the House of Tom Bombadil
ItseemedtoFrodothathewasliftedup,andpassingoverhesawthattherock-wallwasacircleofhils,andthatwithinitwasaplain,andinthemidstoftheplainstoodapinnacleofstone,likeavasttowerbutnotmadebyhands.Onitstopstoodthefigureofaman.Themoonasitroseseemedtohangforamomentabovehisheadandglistenedinhiswhitehairasthewindstirredit.Upfromthedarkplainbelowcamethecryingoffellvoices,andthehowlingofmanywolves.Suddenlyashadow,liketheshapeofgreatwings,passedacrossthemoon.Thefigureliftedhisarmsandalightflashedfromthestaffthathewielded.Amightyeaglesweptdownandborehimaway.Thevoiceswailedandthewolvesyammered.
Therewasanoiselikeastrongwindblowing,andonitwasbornethesoundofhoofs,galoping,galoping,galopingfromtheEast."BlackRiders!"thoughtFrodoashewakened,withthesoundofthehoofsstillechoinginhismind.Hewonderedifhewouldeveragainhavethecouragetoleavethesafetyofthesestonewals.Helaymotionless,stilllistening;butallwasnowsilent,andatlastheturnedandfellasleepagainorwanderedintosomeotherunremembereddream.
AthissidePippinlaydreamingpleasantly;butachangecameoverhisdreamsandheturnedandgroaned.Suddenlyhewoke,orthoughthehadwaked,andyetstillheardinthedarknessthesoundthathaddisturbedhisdream:tip-tap,squeak:thenoisewaslikebranchesfrettinginthewind,twig-fingersscrapingwallandwindow:creak,creak,creak.Hewonderediftherewerewilow-treesclosetothehouse;andthensuddenlyhehadadreadfulfeelingthathewasnotinanordinaryhouseatal,butinsidethewilowandlisteningtothathorribledrycreakingvoicelaughingathimagain.Hesatup,andfeltthesoftpilowsyieldtohishands,andhelaydownagainrelieved.Heseemedtoheartheechoofwordsinhisears:"Fearnothing!