Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Fog on the Barrow-Downs
Ihopeit’llbelikeTheGreenDragonawaybackhome!WhatsortoffolkaretheyinBree?’
‘TherearehobbitsinBree,’saidMerry,‘aswellasBigFolk.Idaresayitwillbehomelikeenough.ThePonyisagoodinnbyallaccounts.Mypeoplerideouttherenowandagain.’
‘Itmaybeallwecouldwish,’saidFrodo;‘butitisoutsidetheShireallthesame.Don’tmakeyourselvestoomuchathome!Pleaseremember–allofyou–thatthenameofBagginsmustnotbementioned.IamMr.Underhill,ifanynamemustbegiven.’
Theynowmountedtheirponiesandrodeoffsilentlyintotheevening.Darknesscamedownquickly,astheyploddedslowlydownhillandupagain,untilatlasttheysawlightstwinklingsomedistanceahead.
BeforethemroseBree-hillbarringtheway,adarkmassagainstmistystars;andunderitswesternflanknestledalargevillage.Towardsittheynowhurrieddesiringonlytofindafire,andadoorbetweenthemandthenight.
