Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
‘Ifwemakeasgoodgoingthisafternoonaswehavedonethismorning,weshallhavelefttheDownsbeforetheSunsetsandbejoggingoninsearchofacampingplace.’Butevenashespokeheturnedhisglanceeastwards,andhesawthatonthatsidethehillswerehigherandlookeddownuponthem;andallthosehillswerecrownedwithgreenmounds,andonsomewerestandingstones,pointingupwardslikejaggedteethoutofgreengums.
Thatviewwassomehowdisquieting;sotheyturnedfromthesightandwentdownintothehollowcircle.Inthemidstofittherestoodasinglestone,standingtallunderthesunabove,andatthishourcastingnoshadow.Itwasshapelessandyetsignificant:likealandmark,oraguardingfinger,ormorelikeawarning.Buttheywerenowhungry,andthesunwasstillatthefearlessnoon;sotheysettheirbacksagainsttheeastsideofthestone.Itwascool,asifthesunhadhadnopowertowarmit;butatthattimethisseemedpleasant.Theretheytookfoodanddrink,andmadeasgoodanoon-mealundertheopenskyasanyonecouldwish;forthefoodcamefrom‘downunderHill’.Tomhadprovidedthemwithplentyforthecomfortoftheday.Theirponiesunburdenedstrayeduponthegrass.
Ridingoverthehills,andeatingtheirfill,thewarmsunandthescentofturf,lyingalittletoolong,stretchingouttheirlegsandlookingattheskyabovetheirnoses:thesethingsare,perhaps,enoughtoexplainwhathappened.Howeverthatmaybe:theywokesuddenlyanduncomfortablyfromasleeptheyhadnevermeanttotake.
