Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Thestandingstonewascold,anditcastalongpaleshadowthatstretchedeastwardoverthem.Thesun,apaleandwateryyellow,wasgleamingthroughthemistjustabovethewestwallofthehollowinwhichtheylay;north,south,andeast,beyondthewallthefogwasthick,coldandwhite.Theairwassilent,heavyandchill.Theirponieswerestandingcrowdedtogetherwiththeirheadsdown.
Thehobbitssprangtotheirfeetinalarm,andrantothewesternrim.Theyfoundthattheywereuponanislandinthefog.Evenastheylookedoutindismaytowardsthesettingsun,itsankbeforetheireyesintoawhitesea,andacoldgreyshadowsprangupintheEastbehind.Thefogrolleduptothewallsandroseabovethem,andasitmounteditbentovertheirheadsuntilitbecamearoof:theywereshutinahallofmistwhosecentralpillarwasthestandingstone.
Theyfeltasifatrapwasclosingaboutthem;buttheydidnotquiteloseheart.TheystillrememberedthehopefulviewtheyhadhadofthelineoftheRoadahead,andtheystillknewinwhichdirectionitlay.Inanycase,theynowhadsogreatadislikeforthathollowplaceaboutthestonethatnothoughtofremainingtherewasintheirminds.Theypackedupasquicklyastheirchilledfingerswouldwork.
Soontheywereleadingtheirponiesinsinglefileovertherimanddownthelongnorthwardslopeofthehill,downintoafoggysea.Astheywentdownthemistbecamecolderanddamper,andtheirhairhunglankanddrippingontheirforeheads.
