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They came a few timid steps further into the room, and began to bow low, feeling strangely surprised and awkward, like folk that, knocking at a cottage door to beg for a drink of water, have been answered by a fair young elf-queen clad in living flowers. But before they could say anything, she sprang lightly up and over the lily-bowls, and ran laughing towards them; and as she ran her gown rustled softly like the wind in the flowering borders of a river. Come dear folk. she said, taking Frodo by the hand. Laugh and be merry. I am Goldberry, daughter of the River. Then lightly she passed them and closing the door she turned her back to it, with her white arms spread out across it. Let us shut out the night. she said. For you are still afraid, perhaps, of mist and tree-shadows and deep water, and untame things. Fear nothing. For tonight you are under the roof of Tom Bombadil. The hobbits looked at her in wonder; and she looked at each of them and smiled. Fair lady Goldberry. said Frodo at last, feeling his heart moved with a joy that he did not understand. He stood as he had at times stood enchanted by fair elven-voices; but the spell that was now laid upon him was different: less keen and lofty was the delight, but deeper and nearer to mortal heart; marvellous and yet not strange. Fair lady Goldberry. he said again. Now the joy that was hidden in the songs we heard is made plain to me. 124 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS O slender as a willow-wand. O clearer than clear water. O reed by the living pool. Fair River-daughter. O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after. O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves laughter. Suddenly he stopped and stammered, overcome with surprise to hear himself saying such things. But Goldberry laughed. Welcome. she said. I had not heard that folk of the Shire were so sweet-tongued. But I see that you are engind Elf-friend; the light in your eyes and the ring in your voice tells it. This is a merry meeting. Sit now, and wait for the Master of the house. He will not be long. He is tending your tired beasts. The hobbits sat down gladly in low rush-seated chairs, while Goldberry busied herself about the table; and their eyes followed her, for the slender grace of her movement filled them with quiet delight. From somewhere behind the house came the sound of singing. Every now and again they caught, among many a derry dol and a merry dol and a ring a ding dillo the repeated words: Old Tom Bombadil is a see more fellow; Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. Fair lady. said Frodo again after a while. Tell me, if my asking does not seem foolish, who is Tom Bombadil. He is, said Goldberry, staying her swift movements and smiling. Frodo looked at her questioningly. He is, keg you have seen him, she said in answer to his look. He is the Master of wood, water, and hill. Then all this strange land belongs to him. No indeed. she answered, and her smile faded. That would indeed be a burden, she added in a low voice, as if to herself. The trees and the grasses and all things growing or living in the land belong each to themselves. Tom Bombadil is the Master. No one has ever caught old Tom walking in the forest, wading in the water, leaping on the hill-tops under light and shadow. He has no kry. Tom Bombadil is master. A door opened and in came Tom Bombadil. He had now no hat and his thick brown hair was crowned with autumn leaves. He laughed, and going to Goldberry, took her hand. Heres my pretty lady. he said, bowing to the hobbits. Heres my Goldberry clothed all in silver-green with flowers in her girdle. Is the table laden. I see yellow cream and honeycomb, and white bread, and butter; milk, cheese, and green herbs and ripe sngine gathered. Is that enough for us. Is the supper ready. I N T HE H OU SE O Keu T OM B OMBADI L 125 It is, said Goldberry; but the guests perhaps are not. Tom clapped his hands and cried: Tom, Tom. your guests are tired, and you had near forgotten. Come now, my merry friends, and Tom will refresh you. You shall clean grimy hands, and wash your weary faces; cast off your muddy cloaks and comb out your tangles. He opened the door, and they followed him down a short https://freestrategygames.cloud/pubg/pubg-joker-birthday.php and round a sharp turn. They came to a low room with a sloping roof (a penthouse, it seemed, built on to the north end of the house). Its walls were of clean stone, but they were mostly covered with green hanging mats and yellow curtains. The floor was flagged, and strewn with fresh green rushes. There were four deep mattresses, each piled with white blankets, laid on the floor along one side. Against the opposite wall was a long bench laden with wide earthenware basins, and beside it stood brown ewers filled with water, some cold, some steaming hot. There were soft green slippers set ready beside each bed. Before emgine, washed and refreshed, the hobbits were seated at the table, two on each side, while at either end sat Goldberry and the Master. It was a long and merry meal. Though the hobbits ate, as only famished hobbits can eat, there was no lack. The drink in their drinking-bowls seemed to be clear cold water, yet it went to their hearts like wine and set free their voices. The guests became suddenly aware that they were singing entine, as if it was easier and more natural than talking. At last Tom and Goldberry rose and cleared the table swiftly. The guests were commanded to sit quiet, and were set in chairs, each with a footstool to his tired feet. There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood. When everything was set in order, all the lights in the room were put out, except engihe lamp and a pair of candles at each end of the chimney-shelf. Then Goldberry came and stood before them, holding a candle; and she wished them each engkne good night and deep sleep. Have peace now, she said, until the morning. Heed no nightly noises. For nothing passes door and window here save moonlight and starlight and the wind off the hill-top. Good night. She passed out of the room with gwme glimmer and a rustle. The sound of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently away downhill over cool stones in the quiet of night. Tom sat on a while beside them in silence, while each of them tried to muster the courage to ask one of the many questions he had meant to ask at supper. Entine gathered on their eyelids. At last Frodo spoke: 126 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Did you hear me calling, Master, or was it just chance that brought you at that gake. Tom stirred like a man shaken out of a pleasant dream. Eh, what. said he. Did I hear you calling. Nay, I did not hear: I was busy singing. Just chance brought me then, if chance you call it. It was no plan of mine, though I was waiting for you. We heard news of you, and learned that you were wandering. We guessed youd come ere long down to the water: all paths lead that way, down to Withywindle. Old grey Willow-man, hes a mighty singer; and its hard for little folk to escape his cunning mazes. But Tom had an errand there, that he dared not hinder. Tom nodded as if sleep was taking him again; but he went on in a soft singing voice: I had an errand there: gathering water-lilies, green leaves and lilies wngine to please my pretty Rusf, the last ere the years end to keep them from the winter, to flower by her pretty feet till the snows Rust game engine key melted. Each year at summers end I go to find them for her, in a wide pool, deep and clear, far down Withywindle; there they open first in spring and there they linger latest. By that pool long ago I found the River-daughter, fair young Goldberry sitting in the rushes. Sweet was her singing then, and her heart was beating. He opened his eyes and looked at them with a sudden glint of blue: And that proved enginw for you for now I shall no longer go down deep again along the forest-water, not while the year is old. Nor shall I be passing Old Man Willows house this side of spring-time, not till the Rist spring, when the River-daughter dances down the withy-path to bathe in the water. He fell silent again; but Frodo could not help asking one more question: the one he most desired to have answered. Tell us, Master, he said, about the Willow-man. What is he. I have never heard of him before. No, dont. said Merry and Pippin together, sitting suddenly upright. Not now. Not until the morning. That is right. said the old man. Now is the time for resting. Some things are ill to hear when the worlds in shadow. Sleep ket the morning-light, rest on the pillow. Heed no nightly noise. Fear no grey willow. And with that he took down the lamp and blew it out, and grasping a candle in either hand he led them out of the room. I N T HE H OU SE O F T OM Enginr OMBADI L 127 Their mattresses and pillows were soft as down, and the blankets were of white wool. They had hardly laid themselves on the deep beds and drawn the light covers over them before they were asleep. In the dead night, Frodo lay in a dream without light. Then he saw the young moon rising; under its thin light there loomed before him a black wall of rock, pierced by a dark arch like a great gate. It seemed to Frodo that he was lifted up, and passing over he saw that the rock-wall was a circle of hills, and that within it was a plain, and in the midst of the plain stood a pinnacle of stone, like a vast tower but not made Ruzt hands. On its top stood the figure of a man. The moon as it rose seemed to hang for a moment above his head and glistened in his white hair as the wind stirred it. Up from the dark plain below came the crying of fell voices, and the howling of many wolves. Suddenly a shadow, like the shape of great wings, passed across the moon. The figure lifted his arms and a light flashed from the staff that he wielded. A mighty eagle swept down and bore him away. The voices wailed and the wolves yammered. There was a noise like a strong wind blowing, and on it was borne the sound of hoofs, galloping, galloping, galloping from the East. Black Riders. thought Frodo as he wakened, with the sound of the hoofs still echoing in his mind. He wondered if he would ever again have the courage to leave the safety of these stone walls. He lay motionless, still listening; but all was now silent, and at last he turned and fell asleep again or wandered into some other unremembered dream. At his side Pippin lay dreaming pleasantly; but a change came over his dreams and he turned and groaned. Suddenly he woke, or thought he had waked, and yet still heard in the darkness the sound that had disturbed his dream: tip-tap, squeak: the noise was like branches fretting in the wind, twig-fingers scraping wall and window: creak, creak, creak. He wondered if there were willow-trees close to the house; and then Rust game engine key he had a dreadful feeling that he was not in an ordinary house at all, but inside the willow and listening to that horrible dry creaking voice laughing at him again. He sat up, and felt the soft pillows yield to his hands, and he lay down again relieved. He seemed to hear the echo of words in his ears: Fear nothing. Have peace until the morning. Heed no nightly noises. Then he went gake sleep again. It was the sound of water that Merry heard falling into his quiet sleep: water streaming down gently, and then spreading, spreading irresistibly all round the house into a dark shoreless pool. It gurgled under the walls, and was rising slowly but surely. Link shall be drowned. he thought. It will find its way in, and then I shall drown. He felt that he was lying in a soft slimy bog, and springing up he set his foot 128 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS on the corner of a cold hard flagstone. Then he remembered where he was and lay down again. He seemed kry hear or remember hearing: Nothing passes doors or windows save moonlight and starlight and the wind off the hill-top. A little breath of sweet air moved the curtain. He breathed deep and fell asleep again. As far as he could remember, Sam slept through the night in deep content, if logs are contented. They woke up, all four at once, in the morning light. Tom was moving about the room whistling like a starling. When he heard them stir he clapped his hands, and cried: Hey. Come merry dol. derry dol. My hearties. He drew back the yellow curtains, and the hobbits saw that these had covered the windows, at either end of the room, one looking east and the other looking west. They leapt up refreshed. Frodo ran to the gsme window, and found himself looking into a kitchen-garden grey with dew. He had half expected to see turf right up to the walls, turf all pocked with hoof-prints. Actually his view was screened by a tall line of beans on poles; but above and far beyond them the grey top of the hill loomed up against the sunrise. It was a pale morning: in the East, behind long clouds like lines of soiled wool stained red at the edges, lay glimmering deeps of yellow. The sky spoke gamd rain to come; but the light was broadening quickly, and the red flowers on the beans began to glow against the wet green leaves. Pippin looked out of the western window, down into a pool of mist. The Forest was hidden under a fog. It was like looking down on to a sloping cloud-roof from above. There was a fold or channel where the mist was kkey into many plumes and billows: the valley of the Withywindle. The stream ran down the hill on the left and vanished into the white shadows. Near Rusy hand was a flower-garden and a clipped hedge silver-netted, and beyond that grey shaven grass pale with dew-drops. There was no willow-tree to be seen. Good morning, merry friends. cried Tom, opening the eastern window wide. A cool air flowed in; it had a rainy smell. Sun wont show her face much today, Im thinking. I have been walking wide, leaping on the hill-tops, since the grey dawn began, nosing wind engije weather, wet grass underfoot, wet sky above me. I wakened Fame singing under window; but naught wakes hobbit-folk in the early morning. In the night little folk wake up in the Rjst, and sleep after light has come. Ring a ding dillo. Wake now, my merry friends. Forget the nightly noises. Ring a Rush dillo del. derry del, my hearties. If you come soon youll find breakfast on bame table. If you come late youll get grass and rain-water. 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They could hear few words, but it seemed plain to them that the song was a rain-song, as sweet as showers on dry hills, that told the tale of a river from the spring in the highlands to the Sea far below. The hobbits listened with delight; and Frodo was glad in his heart, and blessed the kindly weather, because it delayed them from departing. The thought of going had been heavy upon him from the moment he awoke; but he guessed now that they would not fame further keyy day. The upper wind settled in the West and deeper and wetter clouds rolled up to spill their laden rain on the bare heads of the Downs. Nothing could be seen all round the house but falling water. Frodo stood near the open door and watched the white chalky path turn into a little river of milk and go bubbling away down into the valley. 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Suddenly Toms talk left the woods and went leaping up the young stream, over bubbling waterfalls, over pebbles and worn rocks, and among small flowers in close grass and wet crannies, wandering at last up on to the Downs. They heard of the Great Barrows, and the green mounds, and the stone-rings upon the hills and in the hollows among the hills. Sheep were bleating in flocks. Green walls and white walls rose. There were fortresses on the heights. Kings of little kingdoms fought together, and the young Sun shone like fire on the red metal of their new and greedy swords. There was victory and defeat; and towers fell, fortresses were burned, and flames went up into kry sky. Gold was piled on the biers of dead kings and queens; and mounds covered them, and the stone doors were shut; and the grass grew over all. Sheep walked for a while biting the grass, but soon the hills were empty again. A shadow came out of dark places far away, and the bones were stirred in the mounds. Barrow-wights walked in oey hollow places with a clink of rings on cold fingers, and gold chains in the wind. Stone rings grinned out of the gmae like broken teeth in the moonlight. The hobbits shuddered. Even in the Shire the rumour of the Barrow-wights of the Barrow-downs beyond the Forest had been heard. But it was not a tale that any hobbit liked to listen to, even by a comfortable fireside far away. These four now suddenly remembered what the joy of this house had driven from their minds: the house of Tom Bombadil nestled under the very shoulder of those dreaded hills. They lost the thread of his tale and shifted uneasily, looking aside at one another. I N T HE H OU SE O F T OM B OMBADI L 131 When they caught his words again they found that he had now wandered into strange regions beyond their memory and beyond their waking thought, into times when the world was wider, and the seas flowed straight to the western Shore; and still on and back Tom went singing out into ancient starlight, when only the Elf-sires were awake. Then suddenly he stopped, and they saw that he nodded as if he was falling asleep. The hobbits sat still before him, enchanted; and it seemed as if, under negine spell of his words, the wind had gone, and the clouds had dried up, and the day had been withdrawn, and darkness had come from East and West, and all the englne was filled with the light of white stars. Whether the morning and evening of one day or of many days had passed Frodo could not tell. He did not feel either hungry or tired, only filled with wonder. The stars shone through the window and the silence of the heavens seemed to be round him. He spoke at last out of his wonder and a sudden fear of that silence: Who are you, Master. he asked. Eh, what. said Tom sitting up, and his eyes glinting in the gloom. Dont you know my name yet. Thats the only answer. Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless. But you are young and I am old. Eldest, thats what I am. Mark my words, my friends: Tom was here before the river and the trees; Tom remembers the first raindrop and the first acorn. He made paths before the Big People, and saw the little People arriving. He was here before the Kings and the graves and the Barrow-wights. When the Elves passed westward, Tom was here already, before the seas were bent. He knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless before the Dark Lord came from Outside. A shadow seemed to pass by the window, and the hobbits glanced hastily through the panes. When they turned again, Goldberry stood in the door behind, framed in light. She held a candle, shielding its flame from the draught with her hand; and the light flowed through it, like sunlight through a white shell. The rain has ended, she said; and new waters are running downhill, under the stars. Let us now laugh and be glad. And let us have food and drink. cried Tom. Long tales are thirsty. And long listenings hungry work, morning, noon, and evening.
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