Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Many Meetings
gutonhimmightydoomwaslaid,
tillMoonshouldfade,anorbedstar
topass,andtarrynevermore
onHitherShoreswheremortalsare;
foreverstillaheraldon
anerrandthatshouldneverrest
tobearhisshininglampafar,
theFlammiferofWesternesse.
Thechantingceased.FrodoopenedhiseyesandsawthatBilbowasseatedonhisstoolinacircleoflisteners,whoweresmilingandapplauding.
"Nowwehadbetterhaveitagain,"saidanElf.
Bilbogotupandbowed."Iamflattered,Lindir,"hesaid."Butitwouldbetootiringtorepeatitall."
"Nottootiringforyou,"theElvesansweredlaughing."Youknowyouarenevertiredofrecitingyourownverses.Butreallywecannotansweryourquestionatonehearing!"
"What!"criedBilbo."Youcan’ttellwhichpartsweremine,andwhichweretheDunadan’s?"
"Itisnoteasyforustotellthedifferencebetweentwomortals"saidtheElf.
"Nonsense,Lindir,"snortedBilbo."Ifyoucan’tdistinguishbetweenaManandaHobbit,yourjudgementispoorerthanIimagined.They’reasdifferentaspeasandapples."
"Maybe.Tosheepothersheepnodoubtappeardifferent,"laughedLindir."Ortoshepherds.ButMortalshavenotbeenourstudy.Wehaveotherbusiness."
"Iwon’targuewithyou,"saidBilbo.
