Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Flight to the Ford
Thelandbeforethemslopedawaysouthwards,butitwaswildandpathless;bushesandstuntedtreesgrewindensepatcheswithwidebarrenspacesinbetween.Thegrasswasscanty,coarse,andgrey;andtheleavesinthethicketswerefadedandfalling.Itwasacheerlessland,andtheirjourneywasslowandgloomy.Theyspokelittleastheytrudgedalong.Frodo’sheartwasgrievedashewatchedthemwalkingbesidehimwiththeirheadsdown,andtheirbacksbowedundertheirburdens.EvenStriderseemedtiredandheavy-hearted.
Beforethefirstday’smarchwasoverFrodo’spainbegantogrowagain,buthedidnotspeakofitforalongtime.Fourdayspassed,withoutthegroundorthescenechangingmuch,exceptthatbehindthemWeathertopslowlysank,andbeforethemthedistantmountainsloomedalittlenearer.Yetsincethatfarcrytheyhadseenandheardnosignthattheenemyhadmarkedtheirflightorfollowedthem.Theydreadedthedarkhours,andkeptwatchinpairsbynight,expectingatanytimetoseeblackshapesstalkinginthegreynight,dimlylitbythecloud-veiledmoon;buttheysawnothing,andheardnosoundbutthesighofwitheredleavesandgrass.Notoncedidtheyfeelthesenseofpresentevilthathadassailedthembeforetheattackinthedell.ItseemedtoomuchtohopethattheRidershadalreadylosttheirtrailagain.Perhapstheywerewaitingtomakesomeambushinanarrowplace?
Attheendofthefifthdaythegroundbeganoncemoretoriseslowlyoutofthewideshallowvalleyintowhichtheyhaddescended.