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"... there was never much to tell of him, till he was drownded.’
‘Drownded?’ said several voices. They had heard this and other darker rumours before, of course; but hobbits have a passion for family history, and they were ready to hear it again.
‘But what about this Frodo that lives with him?’ asked Old Noakes of Bywater.
Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return. The riches he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend, and it was popularly believed, whatever the old folk might say, that the Hill at Bag End was full of tunnels stuffed with treasure. And if that was not enough for fame, there was also his prolonged vigour to marvel at. Time wore on, but it seemed to have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety he was much the same as at fifty. At ninety-nine they began to call him well-preserved, but unchanged would have been nearer the mark. There were some that shook their heads and thought this was too much of a good thing; it seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth.
‘It will have to be paid for,’ they said. ‘It isn’t natural, and trouble will come of it!’
But so far trouble had not come; and as Mr. Baggins was generous with his money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune.
— Иди-ка сюда, мразь! — крикнул он. — Ты ранила моего хозяина, гадина, и тебе несдобровать. Мы пойдем дальше, но сперва разделаемся с тобой! Иди-ка сюда, а то тебе еще мало!
— Ты бы остерегся, Теоден, — вмешался Гэндальф. — Хоббитам только дай волю — они усядутся хоть на поле битвы и давай обсуждать кушанья и стряпню, а заодно порасскажут о деяньях своих отцов, дедов и прадедов, девятиюродных родичей с отцовской и материнской стороны.
ри кольца – высшим Эльфам под кровом светил,
Семь – властителям Гномов под кровом земли.
Девять – Смертным, чей жребий молчанье могил,
И одно – Повелителю гибельных сил
В царстве Мордора мрачном, где тени легли.
Отыскать их, собрать их, предать их Ему,
Воедино сковать их и ввергнуть во тьму
В царстве Мордора мрачном, где тени легли.
- Это не твой собственный Шир, - веско сказал Гилдор. - Жили здесь и до вас, будут жить и после вас. Вокруг - мир. Можете не обращать на него внимания, но вы - в нем, а он - в вас.
Самовластие не терпит сопротивления, достоинства и независимости, оно ненасытно, оно стремится быть вездесущим....
Видно, и вправду чья-то воля подгоняет наших врагов, а перед нами создает незримую преграду. Я чувствую это по тому, что усталость — не в теле, а давит на сердце.
На поле древней битвы нет ни копий, ни костей — Они пошли на сувениры для туристов и гостей.
(с) Гребенщиков Борис - Древнерусская тоска
