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- Властелин колец: Братство кольца
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"
I
have
often
wondered
what
you
and
Bilbo
were
doing
,
so
close
in
his
little
room
,
"
said
Merry
.
"
Bless
the
old
hobbit
!
I
love
him
more
than
ever
.
I
hope
we
get
a
chance
of
telling
him
about
it
!
"
There
was
a
dark
and
blackened
bruise
on
Frodo
's
right
side
and
breast
.
Under
the
mail
there
was
a
shirt
of
soft
leather
,
but
at
one
point
the
rings
had
been
driven
through
it
into
the
flesh
.
Frodo
's
left
side
also
was
scored
and
bruised
where
he
had
been
hurled
against
the
wall
.
While
the
others
set
the
food
ready
.
Aragorn
bathed
the
hurts
with
water
in
which
athelas
was
steeped
.
The
pungent
fragrance
filled
the
dell
,
and
all
those
who
stooped
over
the
steaming
water
felt
refreshed
and
strengthened
.
Soon
Frodo
felt
the
pain
leave
him
,
and
his
breath
grew
easy
:
though
he
was
stiff
and
sore
to
the
touch
for
many
days
.
Aragorn
bound
some
soft
pads
of
cloth
at
his
side
.
"
The
mail
is
marvellously
light
,
"
he
said
.
"
Put
it
on
again
,
if
you
can
bear
it
.
My
heart
is
glad
to
know
that
you
have
such
a
coat
.
Do
not
lay
it
aside
,
even
in
sleep
,
unless
fortune
brings
you
where
you
are
safe
for
a
while
;
and
that
will
seldom
chance
while
your
quest
lasts
.
"
When
they
had
eaten
,
the
Company
got
ready
to
go
on
.
They
put
out
the
fire
and
hid
all
traces
of
it
.
Then
climbing
out
of
the
dell
they
took
to
the
road
again
.
They
had
not
gone
far
before
the
sun
sank
behind
the
westward
heights
and
great
shadows
crept
down
the
mountain-sides
.
Dusk
veiled
their
feet
,
and
mist
rose
in
the
hollows
.
Away
in
the
east
the
evening
light
lay
pale
upon
the
dim
lands
of
distant
plain
and
wood
.
Sam
and
Frodo
now
feeling
eased
and
greatly
refreshed
were
able
to
go
at
a
fair
pace
,
and
with
only
one
brief
halt
Aragorn
led
the
Company
on
for
nearly
three
more
hours
.
It
was
dark
.
Deep
night
had
fallen
.
There
were
many
clear
stars
,
hut
the
fast-waning
moon
would
not
be
seen
till
late
.
Gimli
and
Frodo
were
at
the
rear
,
walking
softly
and
not
speaking
,
listening
for
any
sound
upon
the
road
behind
.
At
length
Gimli
broke
the
silence
.
"
Not
a
sound
but
the
wind
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
are
no
goblins
near
,
or
my
ears
are
made
of
wood
.
It
is
to
be
hoped
that
the
Orcs
will
be
content
with
driving
us
from
Moria
.
And
maybe
that
was
all
their
purpose
,
and
they
had
nothing
else
to
do
with
us-with
the
Ring
.
Though
Orcs
will
often
pursue
foes
for
many
leagues
into
the
plain
,
if
they
have
a
fallen
captain
to
avenge
.
"
Frodo
did
not
answer
.
He
looked
at
Sting
,
and
the
blade
was
dull
.
Yet
he
had
heard
something
,
or
thought
he
had
.
As
soon
as
the
shadows
had
fallen
about
them
and
the
road
behind
was
dim
,
he
had
heard
again
the
quick
patter
of
feet
.
Even
now
he
heard
it
.
He
turned
swiftly
.
There
were
two
tiny
gleams
of
light
behind
,
or
for
a
moment
he
thought
he
saw
them
,
but
at
once
they
slipped
aside
and
vanished
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
said
the
dwarf
.
