Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Hecouldnotrememberhavingseenanysignoftheseinthevalley,whenhelookedoutfromthehillinthemorning.Hehadpassedbetweenthemalmostbeforehewasaware:andevenashedidsodarknessseemedtofallroundhim.Hisponyrearedandsnorted,andhefelloff.Whenhelookedbackhefoundthathewasalone:theothershadnotfollowedhim.
‘Sam!’hecalled.‘Pippin!Merry!Comealong!Whydon’tyoukeepup?’
Therewasnoanswer.Feartookhim,andheranbackpastthestonesshoutingwildly:‘Sam!Sam!Merry!Pippin!’Theponyboltedintothemistandvanished.Fromsomewayoff,orsoitseemed,hethoughtheheardacry:‘Hoy!Frodo!Hoy!’Itwasawayeastward,onhisleftashestoodunderthegreatstones,staringandstrainingintothegloom.Heplungedoffinthedirectionofthecall,andfoundhimselfgoingsteeplyuphill.
Ashestruggledonhecalledagain,andkeptoncallingmoreandmorefrantically;butheheardnoanswerforsometime,andthenitseemedfaintandfaraheadandhighabovehim.‘Frodo!Hoy!’camethethinvoicesoutofthemist:andthenacrythatsoundedlikehelp,help!oftenrepeated,endingwithalasthelp!thattrailedoffintoalongwailsuddenlycutshort.Hestumbledforwardwithallthespeedhecouldtowardsthecries;butthelightwasnowgone,andclingingnighthadclosedabouthim,sothatitwasimpossibletobesureofanydirection.Heseemedallthetimetobeclimbingupandup.
