Властелин колец: Братство кольца
In the House of Tom Bombadil
Thehobbitssatstillbeforehim,enchanted;anditseemedasif,underthespellofhiswords,thewindhadgone,andthecloudshaddriedup,andthedayhadbeenwithdrawn,anddarknesshadcomefromEastandWest,andalltheskywasfiledwiththelightofwhitestars.
WhetherthemorningandeveningofonedayorofmanydayshadpassedFrodocouldnottel.Hedidnotfeeleitherhungryortired,onlyfiledwithwonder.Thestarsshonethroughthewindowandthesilenceoftheheavensseemedtoberoundhim.Hespokeatlastoutofhiswonderandasuddenfearofthatsilence:
"Whoareyou,Master?"heasked.
"Eh,what?"saidTomsittingup,andhiseyesglintinginthegloom."Don’tyouknowmynameyet?That’stheonlyanswer.Tellme,whoareyou,alone,yourselfandnameless?ButyouareyoungandIamold.Eldest,that’swhatIam.Markmywords,myfriends:Tomwasherebeforetheriverandthetrees;Tomremembersthefirstraindropandthefirstacorn.HemadepathsbeforetheBigPeople,andsawthelittlePeoplearriving.HewasherebeforetheKingsandthegravesandtheBarrow-wights.WhentheElvespassedwestward,Tomwasherealready,beforetheseaswerebent.Heknewthedarkunderthestarswhenitwasfearless-beforetheDarkLordcamefromOutside."
Ashadowseemedtopassbythewindow,andthehobbitsglancedhastilythroughthepanes.Whentheyturnedagain,Goldberrystoodinthedoorbehind,framedinlight.Sheheldacandle,shieldingitsflamefromthedraughtwithherhand;andthelightflowedthroughit,likesunlightthroughawhiteshell.
