Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Theywereonthetopofaslopingbank,andtheRoad,nowdimaseveningdrewon,woundawaybelowthem.AtthispointitrannearlyfromSouth-westtoNorth-east,andontheirrightitfellquicklydownintoawidehollow.Itwasruttedandboremanysignsoftherecentheavyrain;therewerepoolsandpot-holesfullofwater.
Theyrodedownthebankandlookedupanddown.Therewasnothingtobeseen.‘Well,hereweareagainatlast!’saidFrodo.‘Isupposewehaven’tlostmorethantwodaysbymyshortcutthroughtheForest!Butperhapsthedelaywillproveuseful–itmayhaveputthemoffourtrail.’
Theotherslookedathim.TheshadowofthefearoftheBlackRiderscamesuddenlyoverthemagain.EversincetheyhadenteredtheForesttheyhadthoughtchieflyofgettingbacktotheRoad;onlynowwhenitlaybeneaththeirfeetdidtheyrememberthedangerwhichpursuedthem,andwasmorethanlikelytobelyinginwaitforthemupontheRoaditself.Theylookedanxiouslybacktowardsthesettingsun,buttheRoadwasbrownandempty.
‘Doyouthink,’askedPippinhesitatingly,‘doyouthinkwemaybepursued,tonight?’
‘No,Ihopenottonight,’answeredTomBombadil;‘norperhapsthenextday.Butdonottrustmyguess;forIcannottellforcertain.Outeastmyknowledgefails.TomisnotmasterofRidersfromtheBlackLandfarbeyondhiscountry.’
Allthesamethehobbitswishedhewascomingwiththem.TheyfeltthathewouldknowhowtodealwithBlackRiders,ifanyonedid.
