Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           Onlythechangeinthelevelofthegroundathisfeettoldhimwhenheatlastcametothetopofaridgeorhill.Hewasweary,sweatingandyetchilled.Itwaswhollydark.

           ‘Whereareyou?’hecriedoutmiserably.

           Therewasnoreply.Hestoodlistening.Hewassuddenlyawarethatitwasgettingverycold,andthatuphereawindwasbeginningtoblow,anicywind.Achangewascomingintheweather.Themistwasflowingpasthimnowinshredsandtatters.Hisbreathwassmoking,andthedarknesswaslessnearandthick.Helookedupandsawwithsurprisethatfaintstarswereappearingoverheadamidthestrandsofhurryingcloudandfog.Thewindbegantohissoverthegrass.

           Heimaginedsuddenlythathecaughtamuffledcry,andhemadetowardsit;andevenashewentforwardthemistwasrolledupandthrustaside,andthestarryskywasunveiled.Aglanceshowedhimthathewasnowfacingsouthwardsandwasonaroundhill-top,whichhemusthaveclimbedfromthenorth.Outoftheeastthebitingwindwasblowing.Tohisrightthereloomedagainstthewestwardstarsadarkblackshape.Agreatbarrowstoodthere.

           ‘Whereareyou?’hecriedagain,bothangryandafraid.

           ‘Here!’saidavoice,deepandcold,thatseemedtocomeoutoftheground.‘Iamwaitingforyou!’

           ‘No!’saidFrodo;buthedidnotrunaway.Hiskneesgave,andhefellontheground.Nothinghappened,andtherewasnosound.Tremblinghelookedup,intimetoseeatalldarkfigurelikeashadowagainstthestars.Itleanedoverhim.