Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Shadow of the Past
Nextmorningafteralatebreakfast,thewizardwassittingwithFrodobytheopenwindowofthestudy.Abrightfirewasonthehearth,butthesunwaswarm,andthewindwasintheSouth.Everythinglookedfresh,andthenewgreenofSpringwasshimmeringinthefieldsandonthetipsofthetrees’fingers.
Gandalfwasthinkingofaspring,nearlyeightyyearsbefore,whenBilbohadrunoutofBagEndwithoutahandkerchief.Hishairwasperhapswhiterthanithadbeenthen,andhisbeardandeyebrowswereperhapslonger,andhisfacemorelinedwithcareandwisdom;buthiseyeswereasbrightasever,andhesmokedandblewsmoke-ringswiththesamevigouranddelight.
Hewassmokingnowinsilence,forFrodowassittingstill,deepinthought.EveninthelightofmorninghefeltthedarkshadowofthetidingsthatGandalfhadbrought.Atlasthebrokethesilence.
’Lastnightyoubegantotellmestrangethingsaboutmyring,Gandalf,’hesaid.’Andthenyoustopped,becauseyousaidthatsuchmatterswerebestleftuntildaylight.Don’tyouthinkyouhadbetterfinishnow?Yousaytheringisdangerous,farmoredangerousthanIguess.Inwhatway?’
’Inmanyways,’answeredthewizard.ItisfarmorepowerfulthanIeverdaredtothinkatfirst,sopowerfulthatintheenditwouldutterlyovercomeanyoneofmortalracewhopossessedit.Itwouldpossesshim.
’InEregionlongagomanyElven-ringsweremade,magicringsasyoucallthem,andtheywere,ofcourse,ofvariouskinds:somemorepotentandsomeless.