Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Three is Company
"ThatsoundslikeabitofoldBilbo’srhyming,"saidPippin."Orisitoneofyourimitations?
Itdoesnotsoundaltogetherencouraging."
"Idon’tknow,"saidFrodo.Itcametomethen,asifIwasmakingitup;butImayhavehearditlongago.CertainlyitremindsmeverymuchofBilbointhelastyears,beforehewentaway.HeusedoftentosaytherewasonlyoneRoad;thatitwaslikeagreatriver:itsspringswereateverydoorstep,andeverypathwasitstributary."It’sadangerousbusiness,Frodo,goingoutofyourdoor,"heusedtosay."YoustepintotheRoad,andifyoudon’tkeepyourfeet,thereisnoknowingwhereyoumightbesweptoffto.DoyourealizethatthisistheverypaththatgoesthroughMirkwood,andthatifyouletit,itmighttakeyoutotheLonelyMountainorevenfurtherandtoworseplaces?"HeusedtosaythatonthepathoutsidethefrontdooratBagEnd,especialyafterhehadbeenoutforalongwalk."
"Wel,theRoadwon’tsweepmeanywhereforanhouratleast,"saidPippin,unslinginghispack.Theothersfolowedhisexample,puttingtheirpacksagainstthebankandtheirlegsoutintotheroad.Afteraresttheyhadagoodlunch,andthenmorerest.
Thesunwasbeginningtogetlowandthelightofafternoonwasonthelandastheywentdownthehil.Sofartheyhadnotmetasoulontheroad.Thiswaywasnotmuchused,beinghardlyfitforcarts,andtherewaslittletraffictotheWoodyEnd.TheyhadbeenjoggingalongagainforanhourormorewhenSamstoppedamomentasiflistening.Theywerenowonlevelground,andtheroadaftermuchwindinglaystraightaheadthroughgrass-landsprinkledwithtalltrees,outliersoftheapproachingwoods.
