Властелин колец: Братство кольца
A Journey in the Dark
"Inevertoldhim,butitsworthwasgreaterthanthevalueofthewholeShireandeverythinginit."
Frodosaidnothing,butheputhishandunderhistunicandtouchedtheringsofhismail-shirt.HefeltstaggeredtothinkthathehadbeenwalkingaboutwiththepriceoftheShireunderhisjacket.HadBilboknown?HefeltnodoubtthatBilboknewquitewell.Itwasindeedakinglygift.ButnowhisthoughtshadbeencarriedawayfromthedarkMines,toRivendell,toBilbo,andtoBagEndinthedayswhileBilbowasstillthere.Hewishedwithallhisheartthathewasbackthere,andinthosedays,mowingthelawn,orpotteringamongtheflowers,andthathehadneverheardofMoria,ormithril-ortheRing.
Adeepsilencefell.Onebyonetheothersfellasleep.Frodowasonguard.Asifitwereabreaththatcameinthroughunseendoorsoutofdeepplaces,dreadcameoverhim.Hishandswerecoldandhisbrowdamp.Helistened.Allhismindwasgiventolisteningandnothingelsefortwoslowhours;butheheardnosound,noteventheimaginedechoofafootfall.
Hiswatchwasnearlyover,when,faroffwhereheguessedthatthewesternarchwaystood,hefanciedthathecouldseetwopalepointsoflight,almostlikeluminouseyes.Hestarted.Hisheadhadnodded."Imusthavenearlyfallenasleeponguard,"hethought."Iwasontheedgeofadream."Hestoodupandrubbedhiseyes,andremainedstanding,peeringintothedark,untilhewasrelievedbyLegolas.
