Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Therehestood,withhishatinhishandandthewindinhishair,andlookeddownuponthethreehobbits,thathadbeenlaidontheirbacksuponthegrassatthewestsideofthemound.Raisinghisrighthandhesaidinaclearandcommandingvoice:
Wakenowmymerrylads!Wakeandhearmecalling!
Warmnowbeheartandlimb!Thecoldstoneisfallen;
Darkdoorisstandingwide;deadhandisbroken.
NightunderNightisflown,andtheGateisopen!
ToFrodo’sgreatjoythehobbitsstirred,stretchedtheirarms,rubbedtheireyes,andthensuddenlysprangup.Theylookedaboutinamazement,firstatFrodo,andthenatTomstandinglargeaslifeonthebarrow-topabovethem;andthenatthemselvesintheirthinwhiterags,crownedandbeltedwithpalegold,andjinglingwithtrinkets.
‘Whatinthenameofwonder?’beganMerry,feelingthegoldencircletthathadslippedoveroneeye.Thenhestopped,andashadowcameoverhisface,andheclosedhiseyes.‘Ofcourse,Iremember!’hesaid.‘ThemenofCarnDûmcameonusatnight,andwewereworsted.Ah!thespearinmyheart!’Heclutchedathisbreast.‘No!No!’hesaid,openinghiseyes.‘WhatamIsaying?Ihavebeendreaming.Wheredidyougetto,Frodo?’
‘IthoughtthatIwaslost,’saidFrodo;‘butIdon’twanttospeakofit.Letusthinkofwhatwearetodonow!Letusgoon!’
‘Dresseduplikethis,sir?’saidSam.
