Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Three is Company
Infrontofthemtheysawthelowerlandsdottedwithsmallclumpsoftreesthatmeltedawayinthedistancetoabrownwoodlandhaze.TheywerelookingacrosstheWoodyEndtowardstheBrandywineRiver.
Theroadwoundawaybeforethemlikeapieceofstring.
"Theroadgoesonforever,"saidPippin;’butIcan’twithoutarest.Itishightimeforlunch."Hesatdownonthebankatthesideoftheroadandlookedawayeastintothehaze,beyondwhichlaytheRiver,andtheendoftheShireinwhichhehadspentallhislife.Samstoodbyhim.Hisroundeyeswerewideopen-forhewaslookingacrosslandshehadneverseentoanewhorizon.
"DoElvesliveinthosewoods?"heasked.
"NotthatIeverheard,"saidPippin.Frodowassilent.Hetoowasgazingeastwardalongtheroad,asifhehadneverseenitbefore.Suddenlyhespoke,aloudbutasiftohimself,sayingslowly:
TheRoadgoeseveronandon
Downfromthedoorwhereitbegan.
NowfaraheadtheRoadhasgone,
AndImustfolow,ifIcan,
Pursuingitwithwearyfeet,
Untilitjoinssomelargerway,
Wheremanypathsanderrandsmeet.
Andwhitherthen?Icannotsay.
