Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Three is Company
Whentheyhadwalkedforaboutthreehourstheyrested.Thenightwasclear,cool,andstarry,butsmoke-likewispsofmistwerecreepingupthehil-sidesfromthestreamsanddeepmeadows.Thin-cladbirches,swayinginalightwindabovetheirheads,madeablacknetagainstthepalesky.Theyateaveryfrugalsupper(forhobbits),andthenwentonagain.Soontheystruckanarrowroad,thatwentrolingupanddown,fadinggreyintothedarknessahead:theroadtoWoodhal,andStock,andtheBuckleburyFerry.ItclimbedawayfromthemainroadintheWater-valey,andwoundovertheskirtsoftheGreenHilstowardsWoody-End,awildcorneroftheEastfarthing.
Afterawhiletheyplungedintoadeeplycloventrackbetweentalltreesthatrustledtheirdryleavesinthenight.Itwasverydark.Atfirsttheytalked,orhummedatunesoftlytogether,beingnowfarawayfrominquisitiveears.Thentheymarchedoninsilence,andPippinbegantolagbehind.Atlast,astheybegantoclimbasteepslope,hestoppedandyawned.
"Iamsosleepy,"hesaid,’thatsoonIshalfalldownontheroad.Areyougoingtosleeponyourlegs?Itisnearlymidnight."
"Ithoughtyoulikedwalkinginthedark,"saidFrodo."Butthereisnogreathurry.Merryexpectsussometimethedayaftertomorrow;butthatleavesusnearlytwodaysmore.We’llhaltatthefirstlikelyspot."
"Thewind’sintheWest,"saidSam."Ifwegettotheothersideofthishil,weshalfindaspotthatisshelteredandsnugenough,sir.Thereisadryfir-woodjustahead,ifIrememberrightly."SamknewthelandwellwithintwentymilesofHobbiton,butthatwasthelimitofhisgeography.
