Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           Hecoulddimlyseethegreyformsoftwoelvessittingmotionlesswiththeirarmsabouttheirknees,speakinginwhispers.Theotherhadgonedowntotakeuphiswatchononeofthelowerbranches.Atlastlulledbythewindintheboughsabove,andthesweetmurmurofthefallsofNimrodelbelow,FrodofellasleepwiththesongofLegolasrunninginhismind.

           Lateinthenightheawoke.Theotherhobbitswereasleep.TheElvesweregone.ThesickleMoonwasgleamingdimlyamongtheleaves.Thewindwasstill.Alittlewayoffheheardaharshlaughandthetreadofmanyfeetonthegroundbelow.Therewasaringofmetal.Thesoundsdiedslowlyaway,andseemedtogosouthward,onintothewood.

           Aheadappearedsuddenlythroughtheholeintheflet.Frodosatupinalarmandsawthatitwasagrey-hoodedElf.Helookedtowardsthehobbits.

           "Whatisit?"saidFrodo.

           "Yrch!"saidtheElfinahissingwhisper,andcastontotheflettherope-ladderrolledup.

           "Orcs!"saidFrodo."Whataretheydoing?"ButtheElfhadgone.

           Therewerenomoresounds.Eventheleavesweresilent,andtheveryfallsseemedtobehushed.Frodosatandshiveredinhiswraps.Hewasthankfulthattheyhadnotbeencaughtontheground;buthefeltthatthetreesofferedlittleprotection,exceptconcealment.Orcswereaskeenashoundsonascent,itwassaid,buttheycouldalsoclimb.