Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
ItseemedfaintheartedtogojoggingasideoverthecrumpledskirtsofthedownstowardstheRoad,whentheyshouldbeleaping,aslustyasTom,overthesteppingstonesofthehillsstraighttowardstheMountains.
Goldberryspoketothemandrecalledtheireyesandthoughts.‘Speednow,fairguests!’shesaid.‘Andholdtoyourpurpose!Northwiththewindinthelefteyeandablessingonyourfootsteps!MakehastewhiletheSunshines!’AndtoFrodoshesaid:‘Farewell,Elf-friend,itwasamerrymeeting!’
ButFrodofoundnowordstoanswer.Hebowedlow,andmountedhispony,andfollowedbyhisfriendsjoggedslowlydownthegentleslopebehindthehill.TomBombadil’shouseandthevalley,andtheForestwerelosttoview.Theairgrewwarmerbetweenthegreenwallsofhillsideandhillside,andthescentofturfrosestrongandsweetastheybreathed.Turningback,whentheyreachedthebottomofthegreenhollow,theysawGoldberry,nowsmallandslenderlikeasunlitfloweragainstthesky:shewasstandingstillwatchingthem,andherhandswerestretchedouttowardsthem.Astheylookedshegaveaclearcall,andliftingupherhandsheturnedandvanishedbehindthehill.
Theirwaywoundalongthefloorofthehollow,androundthegreenfeetofasteephillintoanotherdeeperandbroadervalley,andthenovertheshouldersoffurtherhills,anddowntheirlonglimbs,anduptheirsmoothsidesagain,upontonewhill-topsanddownintonewvalleys.
