Хоббит
On the Doorstep
"Nosignwasthereofpostorlintelorthreshold,noranysignofbarorboltorkey-hole;yettheydidnotdoubtthattheyhadfoundthedooratlast.Theybeatonit,theythrustandpushedatit,theyimploredittomove,theyspokefragmentsofbrokenspellsofopening,andnothingstirred.Atlasttiredoutthey.restedonthegrassatitsfeet,andthenateveningbegan,theirlongclimbdown.
Therewasexcitementinthecampthatnight.Inthemorningtheypreparedtomoveoncemore.OnlyBofurandBomburwereleftbehindtoguardtheponiesandsuchstoresastheyhadbroughtwiththemfromtheriver.Theotherswentdownthevalleyandupthenewlyfoundpath,andsotothenarrowledge.Alongthistheycouldcarrynobundlesorpacks,sonarrowandbreathlesswasit,withafallofahundredandfiftyfeetbesidethemontosharprocksbelow;buteachofthemtookagoodcoilofropewoundtightabouthiswaist,andsoatlastwithoutmishaptheyreachedthelittlegrassybay.Theretheymadetheirthirdcamp,haulingupwhattheyneededfrombelowwiththeirropes.Downthesamewaytheywereableoccasionallytoloweroneofthemoreactivedwarves,suchasKili,toexchangesuchnewsastherewas,ortotakeashareintheguardbelow,whileBofurwashauleduptothehighercamp.Bomburwouldnotcomeupeithertheropeorthepath."Iamtoofatforsuchfly-walks,"hesaid."Ishouldturndizzyandtreadonmybeard,andthenyouwouldbethirteenagain.Andtheknottedropesaretooslenderformyweight.
