Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
‘Wherearemyclothes?’Heflunghiscirclet,belt,andringsonthegrass,andlookedroundhelplessly,asifheexpectedtofindhiscloak,jacket,andbreeches,andotherhobbit-garmentslyingsomewheretohand.
‘Youwon’tfindyourclothesagain,’saidTom,boundingdownfromthemound,andlaughingashedancedroundtheminthesunlight.Onewouldhavethoughtthatnothingdangerousordreadfulhadhappened;andindeedthehorrorfadedoutoftheirheartsastheylookedathim,andsawthemerryglintinhiseyes.
‘Whatdoyoumean?’askedPippin,lookingathim,halfpuzzledandhalfamused.‘Whynot?’
ButTomshookhishead,saying:‘You’vefoundyourselvesagain,outofthedeepwater.Clothesarebutlittleloss,ifyouescapefromdrowning.Beglad,mymerryfriends,andletthewarmsunlightheatnowheartandlimb!Castoffthesecoldrags!Runnakedonthegrass,whileTomgoesa-hunting!’
Hesprangawaydownhill,whistlingandcalling.LookingdownafterhimFrodosawhimrunningawaysouthwardsalongthegreenhollowbetweentheirhillandthenext,stillwhistlingandcrying:
Hey!now!Comehoynow!Whitherdoyouwander?
Up,down,nearorfar,here,thereoryonder?
Sharp-ears,Wise-nose,Swish-tailandBumpkin,
White-socksmylittlelad,andoldFattyLumpkin!
Sohesang,runningfast,tossinguphishatandcatchingit,untilhewashiddenbyafoldoftheground:butforsometimehisheynow!hoynow!camefloatingbackdownthewind,whichhadshiftedroundtowardsthesouth.
Theairwasgrowingverywarmagain.
