Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Thehobbitsranaboutforawhileonthegrass,ashetoldthem.Thentheylaybaskinginthesunwiththedelightofthosethathavebeenwaftedsuddenlyfrombitterwintertoafriendlyclime,orofpeoplethat,afterbeinglongillandbedridden,wakeonedaytofindthattheyareunexpectedlywellandthedayisagainfullofpromise.
BythetimethatTomreturnedtheywerefeelingstrong(andhungry).Hereappeared,hatfirst,overthebrowofthehill,andbehindhimcameinanobedientlinesixponies:theirownfiveandonemore.ThelastwasplainlyoldFattyLumpkin:hewaslarger,stronger,fatter(andolder)thantheirownponies.Merry,towhomtheothersbelonged,hadnot,infact,giventhemanysuchnames,buttheyansweredtothenewnamesthatTomhadgiventhemfortherestoftheirlives.Tomcalledthemonebyoneandtheyclimbedoverthebrowandstoodinaline.ThenTombowedtothehobbits.
‘Hereareyourponies,now!’hesaid.‘They’vemoresense(insomeways)thanyouwanderinghobbitshave–moresenseintheirnoses.Fortheysniffdangeraheadwhichyouwalkrightinto;andiftheyruntosavethemselves,thentheyruntherightway.Youmustforgivethemall;forthoughtheirheartsarefaithful,tofacefearofBarrow-wightsisnotwhattheyweremadefor.
