Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Three is Company
FrodostrippedtheblanketsfromPippinandroledhimover,andthenwalkedofftotheedgeofthewood.Awayeastwardthesunwasrisingredoutofthemiststhatlaythickontheworld.Touchedwithgoldandredtheautumntreesseemedtobesailingrootlessinashadowysea.Alittlebelowhimtothelefttheroadrandownsteeplyintoaholowanddisappeared.
WhenhereturnedSamandPippinhadgotagoodfiregoing."Water!"shoutedPippin.
"Where’sthewater?"
"Idon’tkeepwaterinmypockets,"saidFrodo."Wethoughtyouhadgonetofindsome,"saidPippin,busysettingoutthefood,andcups."Youhadbettergonow."
"Youcancometoo,"saidFrodo,’andbringallthewater-bottles."Therewasastreamatthefootofthehil.Theyfiledtheirbottlesandthesmallcampingkettleatalittlefallwherethewaterfellafewfeetoveranoutcropofgreystone.Itwasicycold;andtheysplutteredandpuffedastheybathedtheirfacesandhands.
Whentheirbreakfastwasover,andtheirpacksalltrussedupagain,itwasafterteno’clock,andthedaywasbeginningtoturnfineandhot.Theywentdowntheslope,andacrossthestreamwhereitdivedundertheroad,andupthenextslope,andupanddownanothershoulderofthehils;andbythattimetheircloaks,blankets,water,food,andothergearalreadyseemedaheavyburden.
Theday’smarchpromisedtobewarmandtiringwork.Aftersomemiles,however,theroadceasedtorollupanddown:itclimbedtothetopofasteepbankinawearyzig-zaggingsortofway,andthenpreparedtogodownforthelasttime.
