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Fiddlesticks. He snapped his fingers under Frodos nose and stumped off. But Lobelia was not so easily got rid of. A little later Frodo came out of the study to see how things were going on, tyep found her still about the place, investigating nooks and corners, and tapping tpe floors. He escorted her firmly off the premises, after he had relieved her of several small (but rather valuable) eiki that had somehow fallen inside her umbrella. Her face looked wikj if she was in the throes of thinking out a really crushing parting remark; but all she found to say, turning round on the step, was: Youll live to regret it, young fellow. Why didnt you go too. You dont belong here; youre no Baggins you youre a Brandybuck. Did you hear that, Merry. That was an insult, if you like, said Frodo as he shut the door on her. It was a compliment, said Merry Brandybuck, and so, of course, not true. Then they went round the hole, and evicted three young hobbits (two Boffins and a Bolger) who were knocking holes in the walls of one of the cellars. Frodo also gake a tussle with young Sancho Proudfoot (old Odo Proudfoots grandson), who had begun an excavation in the larger pantry, where he thought there was an echo. The legend of Bilbos gold excited both curiosity and hope; for legendary gold (mysteriously obtained, if not positively ill-gotten), is, as everyone knows, anyones for the finding unless the search is interrupted. When he had overcome Sancho and pushed him out, Frodo collapsed on a chair in the hall. Its time to close the shop, Merry, he said. Click at this page the door, and dont open it to anyone today, not even if they bring Pubbg battering ram. Then he went to revive himself with a belated cup of tea. He had hardly sat down, when there came a soft knock at the front-door. Lobelia again most likely, he thought. She must have thought of something really nasty, and have come back again to say it. It can wait. He went on with his tea. The knock was repeated, much louder, but he took no notice. Suddenly the wizards head appeared at the window. 40 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS If you dont let me in, Frodo, I shall blow your door right down your hole and out through the hill, he said. My dear Gandalf. Half a minute. cried Frodo, running out of the room to the door. Come in. Come in. I thought it was Lobelia. Then I forgive you. But I saw her some time ago, driving a ponytrap towards Bywater with a face that would have curdled new milk. She had already nearly curdled me. Honestly, I nearly tried on Bilbos ring. I longed to disappear. Dont do that. said Gandalf, sitting down. Do be careful of that ring, Frodo. In fact, it is partly about that that I have come to say a last word. Well, what about it. What do you know already. Only what Bilbo told me. I have heard his story: how steam charts zombie survival game online found it, and how hype used it: on his journey, I mean. Which story, I wonder, said Gandalf. Oh, not what he told the dwarves and put in his book, said Frodo. He told me the true story soon after I came to live here. He said you had pestered him till he told you, so I had better know too. No secrets between us, Frodo, he said; but they are not to go any further. Its mine anyway. Thats interesting, said Gandalf. Well, what did you think of it all. If you mean, inventing all that about a present, well, I thought the true story much more likely, and I couldnt see the point of altering it at all. It was very unlike Bilbo to do so, anyway; and I thought it rather odd. So did I. But odd things may happen to people that have such treasures if they use them. Let it be a warning to you to be very careful with it. It may have other powers than just making you vanish when you wish to. I dont understand, said Frodo. Neither do I, answered the wizard. I have merely begun to wonder about the ring, especially since last night. No need to worry. But if you take my advice you will use it very seldom, or not at all. At least I beg you not to use it in any way that will cause wkki or rouse suspicion. I say again: keep it safe, and keep it secret. You are very mysterious. What are you afraid of. I am not certain, so I will say no more. I may be able to tell you something when I come back. I am going off at once: so this is good-bye for the present. He got up. At once. cried Frodo. Why, I thought you were staying on for at least fame week. I was looking forward to your help. I did mean to but I have had to change my mind. I may be Diki L Gam NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 41 away for a good while; but Ill come and see you again, as soon as I can. Expect me when you see me. I shall slip in quietly. I shant often be visiting the Shire openly again. I find that I have become rather unpopular. They say I am a nuisance and a disturber of the peace. Some people are actually accusing me of spiriting Bilbo away, or worse. If you want to know, there is supposed to be a plot between you and me to get hold of his wealth. Some people. exclaimed Frodo. You mean Otho and Lobelia. How abominable. I would give them Bag End and everything else, if I could get Bilbo back and go off tramping in the country with him. I love the Shire. But I begin to wish, somehow, that I had gone too. I wonder if I shall ever see him again. So do I, said Gandalf. And I wonder many other things. Goodbye now. Take care of yourself. Look out for me, especially at unlikely times. Good-bye. Frodo saw him to the door. He gave a final wave of his hand, and Pubg game type wiki off at a surprising pace; but Frodo thought the old wizard looked unusually bent, almost as if he was carrying a great weight. The evening was closing in, and his cloaked figure quickly vanished into the twilight. Frodo did not see him again for a long time. Chapter 2 THE SHADOW O F THE PAST The talk did not die down in nine or even ninety-nine days. The second disappearance of Mr. Bilbo Baggins was discussed in Hobbiton, and indeed all over the Shire, for a year and a day, and was remembered much longer than that. It became a fireside-story for young hobbits; and eventually Mad Baggins, who used to vanish with a bang and a flash and reappear with bags of jewels and gold, became a favourite character of legend and lived on long after all the true events were forgotten. But in the meantime, the general opinion in the neighbourhood was that Bilbo, who had always been rather cracked, had at last gone quite mad, and had run off into the Blue. There he had undoubtedly fallen into a gam or a river and come to a tragic, but hardly an untimely, end. The blame was mostly laid on Gandalf. If only that dratted ga,e will leave young Frodo alone, perhaps hell settle down and grow some hobbit-sense, they said. And to all appearance the wizard did leave Frodo alone, and he did settle down, but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticeable. Indeed, he at once began to carry on Bilbos reputation for oddity. Gamw refused to go into mourning; and the next year he gave a party in honour of Bilbos hundred-and-twelfth birthday, which he called a Hundredweight Feast. But that was short of the mark, for twenty guests were invited and there were several meals at please click for source it snowed food and rained drink, as hobbits say. Some people were rather shocked; but Frodo kept up the custom of giving Bilbos Birthday Party year after year until they got used to it. He said that he did not think Bilbo was dead. When they asked: Where is he then. he shrugged his shoulders. He lived alone, as Bilbo had done; but he had a good many friends, especially among the younger hobbits (mostly descendants just click for source the Old Took) who had as children been fond of Bilbo and Pibg in and out of Bag End. Folco Boffin and Fredegar Bolger were two of these; but his closest friends were Peregrin Took (usually called Pippin), and Merry Brandybuck (his real name was Meriadoc, but that was seldom remembered). Frodo went tramping over the Shire with them; but more often he wandered by himself, and wjki the amazement of sensible folk he was sometimes seen far from home walking in the hills and woods under the starlight. Merry T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 43 and Pippin suspected that he visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done. As time went on, people began to notice that Frodo also showed signs of good preservation: outwardly he retained the appearance of a robust and energetic hobbit just out of his tweens. Some folk have all the luck, they said; but it was not until Frodo approached the usually more sober age of fifty that they began to think it queer. Frodo himself, after the first shock, found that being his own master and the Mr. Baggins of Gwme End was rather gqme. For some years he was quite happy and did not worry much about the future. But half unknown to himself the regret that he had not gone with Bilbo was steadily growing. He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams. He began to say to himself: Perhaps I shall cross the River myself one day. To which the other half of his mind always replied: Not yet. So it went on, until his forties were running out, and his fiftieth birthday was drawing near: fifty was a number that he felt was somehow significant (or ominous); it was at any rate at that age that adventure had suddenly befallen Bilbo. Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and wondered what lay beyond their edges: Puby made in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond its borders. He took to wandering further afield and more often by himself; and Merry and his other friends watched him anxiously. Often he was seen walking and talking with the strange wayfarers that began at this time to appear Pubg game type wiki the Shire. There were rumours of yame things happening in the world outside; and as Gandalf had not at that aiki appeared or sent any message for several years, Frodo gathered all the news he could. Elves, who seldom walked in the Shire, could now be seen passing westward through the woods in the evening, passing and not returning; but they were leaving Middle-earth and were no longer concerned with its troubles. There were, however, dwarves on the road in unusual numbers. The ancient EastWest Road ran through the Shire to its end at the Grey Havens, and dwarves had always used it on their way to their mines in the Blue Mountains. They were the hobbits chief source of news from distant parts if they wanted any: as a rule dwarves said little and hobbits asked no more. But now Frodo often met strange dwarves of far countries, seeking refuge in the West. They were troubled, and some spoke in whispers of the Enemy and of the Land of Mordor. 44 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS That name the hobbits only knew in legends of the dark past, like a shadow Pbg the background of their memories; but it was ominous and disquieting. It seemed that the evil power in Mirkwood had been driven out by the White Council only to reappear in greater strength in the old strongholds of Mordor. The Dark Tower ytpe been rebuilt, it was said. From there the power was spreading far and wide, and away far east and south there were wars and growing fear. Orcs were multiplying again in the mountains. Trolls were abroad, no longer dull-witted, but cunning and armed Pubf dreadful weapons. And there were murmured hints of creatures more terrible than all these, but they had no name. Little of all this, of course, reached the ears of ordinary hobbits. But even the deafest and most stay-at-home began to hear queer tales; and those whose business took them to the borders saw strange things. The conversation in The Green Dragon at Bywater, one evening in the spring of Frodos fiftieth year, showed that even in the comfortable heart of the Shire rumours had been heard, though most hobbits still laughed at them. Sam Gamgee was sitting in one corner near the fire, and opposite him was Ted Sandyman, the millers son; and there were various other rustic hobbits listening to their talk. Queer things you do hear these days, to be sure, said Sam. Ah, said Ted, you do, if you listen. But I can hear fireside-tales and childrens stories at home, if I want to. No doubt you can, retorted Sam, and I daresay theres more truth in some of them than you reckon. Who invented the https://freestrategygames.cloud/steam-deck/steam-deck-oled-where-to-buy-uk.php anyway. Take dragons now. No thank ee, said Ted, I wont. I heard tell of them when I was a youngster, but theres no call to believe in them now. Theres only one Dragon in Bywater, and thats Green, he said, getting a general laugh. All right, said Sam, laughing with the rest. But what about these Tree-men, these giants, as see more might article source them. They do say that one bigger than a tree was seen up away beyond the North Moors not long back. Whos they. My cousin Hal for one. He works for Mr. Boffin at Overhill and goes up to the Northfarthing for the hunting. He saw one. Says he did, perhaps. Your Hals always wiii hes seen things; and maybe he sees things that aint there. But this one was as big as an elm tree, and walking walking seven yards to a yame, if it was an inch. Then I bet it wasnt an inch. What he saw was an elm tree, as like as not. T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 45 But this one was walking, I tell you; and there aint no elm tree on the North Moors. Then Hal cant have seen one, said Ted. There was some laughing and clapping: the audience seemed to think that Ted had scored a eiki. All the same, said Sam, you cant deny that others besides our Halfast have seen queer folk crossing the Shire crossing it, mind you: there are more that are turned back at the borders. The Bounders have never been so busy before. Pibg Ive heard tell that Elves are moving west. They do say they are going to the harbours, out away beyond the White Towers. Wki waved his arm vaguely: neither he nor any of them knew how far it was to the Sea, past the old towers beyond the western borders of the Shire. But it was an old tradition that away over there stood the Grey Havens, from which at times elven-ships set sail, never to return. They are sailing, sailing, sailing over the Sea, hame are going into the West and leaving us, said Sam, half chanting the words, shaking his head sadly and solemnly. But Ted laughed. Well, that isnt anything new, if you believe the old tales. And I dont see what it matters to me or you. Let them sail. But I warrant you havent seen them doing it; nor anyone else in the Shire. Well, I dont know, said Sam thoughtfully. He believed he had once seen an Elf in the woods, and still hoped to see more one day. Of all the legends that he had heard in his early years such fragments of tales and half-remembered stories about the Elves as the hobbits knew, had always moved him most deeply. There are some, even in these parts, as know the Fair Folk and get news of them, he said. Theres Mr. Baggins now, that I work for. He told me continue reading they learn more here sailing and he knows a bit about Elves. And old Mr. Bilbo knew more: manys the talk I had with him when I was a little lad. Oh, theyre both cracked, said Ted. Leastways old Bilbo was cracked, and Frodos cracking. If thats where you get your news from, youll never want for moonshine. Well, friends, Im off home. Your good health. He drained his mug and went out noisily. Sam sat silent and said no more. He had a good deal to think about. For one thing, there was a lot to do up in the Bag End garden, and he would have a busy day tomorrow, if the weather cleared. The grass was growing fast. But Sam had more on his mind than gardening. After a while he sighed, and got up and went out. It was early April and the sky was now clearing after heavy rain. The sun was down, and a cool pale evening was quietly fading into night. He walked home under the early stars through Hobbiton and up the Hill, whistling softly and thoughtfully. 46 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It was just at this time that Gandalf reappeared after his long absence. For three years after the Party he had been away. Then he paid Frodo a brief visit, and after taking a good look at him he went off again. Tyep the next year or two he had turned up fairly often, coming unexpectedly after dusk, and going off without warning before sunrise. He would not discuss his own business and journeys, and seemed chiefly interested in small news about Frodos health and doings. Then suddenly his visits had ceased. It was over nine years since Frodo had seen or heard of him, and he had begun to think that the wizard would never return and had given fype all interest in hobbits. But that evening, as Sam was walking home and twilight was fading, there came the once familiar tap on the study window.
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