Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Many Meetings
Thathousewas,asBilbohadlongagoreported,"aperfecthouse,whetheryoulikefoodorsleep,orstory-tellingorsinging,orjustsittingandthinkingbest,orapleasantmixtureofthemall’.Merelytobetherewasacureforweariness,fear,andsadness.
Astheeveningdrewon,Frodowokeupagain,andhefoundthathenolongerfeltinneedofrestorsleep,buthadamindforfoodanddrink,andprobablyforsingingandstory-tellingafterwards.Hegotoutofbedanddiscoveredthathisarmwasalreadynearlyasusefulagainasiteverhadbeen.Hefoundlaidreadycleangarmentsofgreencloththatfittedhimexcellently.Lookinginamirrorhewasstartledtoseeamuchthinnerreflectionofhimselfthanheremembered:itlookedremarkablyliketheyoungnephewofBilbowhousedtogotrampingwithhisuncleintheShire;buttheeyeslookedoutathimthoughtfully.
"Yes,youhaveseenathingortwosinceyoulastpeepedoutofalooking-glass,"hesaidtohisreflection."Butnowforamerrymeeting!"
Hestretchedouthisarmsandwhistledatune.
Atthatmomenttherewasaknockonthedoor,andSamcamein.HerantoFrodoandtookhislefthand,awkwardlyandshyly.Hestrokeditgentlyandthenheblushedandturnedhastilyaway.
"Hullo,Sam!"saidFrodo.
"It’swarm!"saidSam."Meaningyourhand,Mr.Frodo.Ithasfeltsocoldthroughthelongnights.
