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- Властелин колец: Братство кольца
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To
heal
my
heart
and
drown
my
woe
.
Rain
may
fall
and
wind
may
blow
,
And
many
miles
be
still
to
go
,
But
under
a
tall
tree
I
will
lie
,
And
let
the
clouds
go
sailing
by
.
Ho
!
Ho
!
Ho
!
they
began
again
louder
.
They
stopped
short
suddenly
.
Frodo
sprang
to
his
feet
.
A
long-drawn
wail
came
down
the
wind
,
like
the
cry
of
some
evil
and
lonely
creature
.
It
rose
and
fel
,
and
ended
on
a
high
piercing
note
.
Even
as
they
sat
and
stood
,
as
if
suddenly
frozen
,
it
was
answered
by
another
cry
,
fainter
and
further
off
,
but
no
less
chiling
to
the
blood
.
There
was
then
a
silence
,
broken
only
by
the
sound
of
the
wind
in
the
leaves
.
"
And
what
do
you
think
that
was
?
"
Pippin
asked
at
last
,
trying
to
speak
lightly
,
but
quavering
a
little
.
"
If
it
was
a
bird
,
it
was
one
that
I
never
heard
in
the
Shire
before
.
"
"
It
was
not
bird
or
beast
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
It
was
a
cal
,
or
a
signall
-
there
were
words
in
that
cry
,
though
I
could
not
catch
them
.
But
no
hobbit
has
such
a
voice
.
"
No
more
was
said
about
it
.
They
were
all
thinking
of
the
Riders
,
but
no
one
spoke
of
them
.
They
were
now
reluctant
either
to
stay
or
go
on
;
but
sooner
or
later
they
had
got
to
get
across
the
open
country
to
the
Ferry
,
and
it
was
best
to
go
sooner
and
in
daylight
.
In
a
few
moments
they
had
shouldered
their
packs
again
and
were
off
.
Before
long
the
wood
came
to
a
sudden
end
.
Wide
grass-lands
stretched
before
them
.
