Властелин колец: Братство кольца
Three is Company
Thesunhadgonedownredbehindthehilsattheirbacks,andeveningwascomingonbeforetheycamebacktotheroadattheendofthelongleveloverwhichithadrunstraightforsomemiles.AtthatpointitbentleftandwentdownintothelowlandsoftheYalemakingforStock;butalanebranchedright,windingthroughawoodofancientoak-treesonitswaytoWoodhal."Thatisthewayforus,"saidFrodo.
Notfarfromtheroad-meetingtheycameonthehugehulkofatree:itwasstillaliveandhadleavesonthesmallbranchesthatithadputoutroundthebrokenstumpsofitslong-falenlimbs;butitwasholow,andcouldbeenteredbyagreatcrackonthesideawayfromtheroad.Thehobbitscreptinside,andsatthereuponafloorofoldleavesanddecayedwood.
Theyrestedandhadalightmeal,talkingquietlyandlisteningfromtimetotime.
Twilightwasaboutthemastheycreptbacktothelane.TheWestwindwassighinginthebranches.Leaveswerewhispering.Soontheroadbegantofallgentlybutsteadilyintothedusk.AstarcameoutabovethetreesinthedarkeningEastbeforethem.Theywentabreastandinstep,tokeepuptheirspirits.Afteratime,asthestarsgrewthickerandbrighter,thefeelingofdisquietleftthem,andtheynolongerlistenedforthesoundofhoofs.Theybegantohumsoftly,ashobbitshaveawayofdoingastheywalkalong,especialywhentheyaredrawingneartohomeatnight.Withmosthobbitsitisasupper-songorabed-song;butthesehobbitshummedawalking-song(thoughnot,ofcourse,withoutanymentionofsupperandbed).BilboBagginshadmadethewords,toatunethatwasasoldasthehils,andtaughtittoFrodoastheywalkedinthelanesoftheWater-valeyandtalkedaboutAdventure.
