Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Flight to the Ford
‘Idoubtverymuch,’hesaid,‘ifyourfriendswouldbeindangerifyouwerenotwiththem!Thepursuitwouldfollowyouandleaveusinpeace,Ithink.Itisyou,Frodo,andthatwhichyoubearthatbringsusallinperil.’
TothatFrodohadnoanswer,andhewaspersuadedtomountGlorfindel’swhitehorse.Theponywasladeninsteadwithagreatpartoftheothers’burdens,sothattheynowmarchedlighter,andforatimemadegoodspeed;butthehobbitsbegantofindithardtokeepupwiththeswifttirelessfeetoftheElf.Onheledthem,intothemouthofdarkness,andstillonunderthedeepcloudednight.Therewasneitherstarnormoon.Notuntilthegreyofdawndidheallowthemtohalt.Pippin,Merry,andSamwerebythattimenearlyasleepontheirstumblinglegs;andevenStriderseemedbythesagofhisshoulderstobeweary.Frodosatuponthehorseinadarkdream.
Theycastthemselvesdownintheheatherafewyardsfromtheroad-side,andfellasleepimmediately.TheyseemedhardlytohaveclosedtheireyeswhenGlorfindel,whohadsethimselftowatchwhiletheyslept,awokethemagain.Thesunhadnowclimbedfarintothemorning,andthecloudsandmistsofthenightweregone.
‘Drinkthis!’saidGlorfindeltothem,pouringforeachinturnalittleliquorfromhissilver-studdedflaskofleather.Itwasclearasspringwaterandhadnotaste,anditdidnotfeeleithercoolorwarminthemouth;butstrengthandvigourseemedtoflowintoalltheirlimbsastheydrankit.
