Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
‘Sharpbladesaregoodtohave,ifShire-folkgowalking,east,south,orfarawayintodarkanddanger.’ThenhetoldthemthatthesebladeswereforgedmanylongyearsagobyMenofWesternesse:theywerefoesoftheDarkLord,buttheywereovercomebytheevilkingofCarnDûmintheLandofAngmar.
‘Fewnowrememberthem,’Tommurmured,‘yetstillsomegowandering,sonsofforgottenkingswalkinginloneliness,guardingfromevilthingsfolkthatareheedless.’
Thehobbitsdidnotunderstandhiswords,butashespoketheyhadavisionasitwereofagreatexpanseofyearsbehindthem,likeavastshadowyplainoverwhichtherestrodeshapesofMen,tallandgrimwithbrightswords,andlastcameonewithastaronhisbrow.Thenthevisionfaded,andtheywerebackinthesunlitworld.Itwastimetostartagain.Theymadeready,packingtheirbagsandladingtheirponies.Theirnewweaponstheyhungontheirleatherbeltsundertheirjackets,feelingthemveryawkward,andwonderingiftheywouldbeofanyuse.Fightinghadnotbeforeoccurredtoanyofthemasoneoftheadventuresinwhichtheirflightwouldlandthem.
Atlasttheysetoff.Theyledtheirponiesdownthehill;andthenmountingtheytrottedquicklyalongthevalley.Theylookedbackandsawthetopoftheoldmoundonthehill,andfromitthesunlightonthegoldwentuplikeayellowflame.ThentheyturnedashoulderoftheDownsanditwashiddenfromview.
