Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Hethoughtthereweretwoeyes,verycoldthoughlitwithapalelightthatseemedtocomefromsomeremotedistance.Thenagripstrongerandcolderthanironseizedhim.Theicytouchfrozehisbones,andherememberednomore.
Whenhecametohimselfagain,foramomenthecouldrecallnothingexceptasenseofdread.Thensuddenlyheknewthathewasimprisoned,caughthopelessly;hewasinabarrow.ABarrow-wighthadtakenhim,andhewasprobablyalreadyunderthedreadfulspellsoftheBarrow-wightsaboutwhichwhisperedtalesspoke.Hedarednotmove,butlayashefoundhimself:flatonhisbackuponacoldstonewithhishandsonhisbreast.
Butthoughhisfearwassogreatthatitseemedtobepartoftheverydarknessthatwasroundhim,hefoundhimselfashelaythinkingaboutBilboBagginsandhisstories,oftheirjoggingalongtogetherinthelanesoftheShireandtalkingaboutroadsandadventures.Thereisaseedofcouragehidden(oftendeeply,itistrue)intheheartofthefattestandmosttimidhobbit,waitingforsomefinalanddesperatedangertomakeitgrow.Frodowasneitherveryfatnorverytimid;indeed,thoughhedidnotknowit,Bilbo(andGandalf)hadthoughthimthebesthobbitintheShire.Hethoughthehadcometotheendofhisadventure,andaterribleend,butthethoughthardenedhim.Hefoundhimselfstiffening,asifforafinalspring;henolongerfeltlimplikeahelplessprey.
