Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Withwhatstrengthhehadhehewedatthecrawlingarmnearthewrist,andthehandbrokeoff;butatthesamemomenttheswordsplintereduptothehilt.Therewasashriekandthelightvanished.Inthedarktherewasasnarlingnoise.
FrodofellforwardoverMerry,andMerry’sfacefeltcold.Allatoncebackintohismind,fromwhichithaddisappearedwiththefirstcomingofthefog,camethememoryofthehousedownundertheHill,andofTomsinging.HerememberedtherhymethatTomhadtaughtthem.Inasmalldesperatevoicehebegan:Ho!TomBombadil!andwiththatnamehisvoiceseemedtogrowstrong:ithadafullandlivelysound,andthedarkchamberechoedasiftodrumandtrumpet.
Ho!TomBombadil,TomBombadillo!
Bywater,woodandhill,bythereedandwillow,
Byfire,sunandmoon,harkennowandhearus!
Come,TomBombadil,forourneedisnearus!
Therewasasuddendeepsilence,inwhichFrodocouldhearhisheartbeating.Afteralongslowmomentheheardplain,butfaraway,asifitwascomingdownthroughthegroundorthroughthickwalls,anansweringvoicesinging:
OldTomBombadilisamerryfellow,
Brightbluehisjacketis,andhisbootsareyellow.
Nonehasevercaughthimyet,forTom,heisthemaster:
Hissongsarestrongersongs,andhisfeetarefaster.
Therewasaloudrumblingsound,asofstonesrollingandfalling,andsuddenlylightstreamedin,reallight,theplainlightofday.
