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1020 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Wormtongue halted and looked back at him, half prepared to stay. Saruman turned. No evil. he cackled. Oh no. Even when he sneaks out at night it is only to look at the stars. But did I hear someone ask where poor Lotho is hiding. You know, dont you, Worm. Will you tell them. Wormtongue cowered down and whimpered: No, no. Then I will, said Saruman. Worm killed your Chief, poor little fellow, your nice little Boss. Didnt you, Worm. Stabbed him in his sleep, I believe. Buried him, I hope; though Worm has been very hungry lately. No, Worm is not really nice. You had better leave him to me. A look of wild hatred came into Wormtongues red eyes. You told me to; you made me do it, he hissed. Saruman laughed. You do what Sharkey says, always, dont you, Worm. Well, now he says: follow. He kicked Wormtongue in the face as he grovelled, and turned and made off. But at that something snapped: suddenly Wormtongue rose up, drawing a hidden knife, and then with a snarl like a dog he sprang on Sarumans back, jerked his head back, cut his throat, and with a yell ran off down the lane. Before Frodo could recover or speak a word, three hobbit-bows twanged and Wormtongue fell dead. To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered, and rising slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire, as a pale shrouded figure it loomed over the Hill. For a moment it wavered, looking to the West; but out of the West came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing. Frodo looked down at the body with pity and horror, for as he looked it seemed that long years of death were suddenly revealed in it, and it shrank, and the shrivelled face became rags of skin upon a hideous skull. Lifting up the skirt of the dirty cloak that sprawled beside it, he covered it over, and turned away. And thats the end of that, said Sam. A nasty end, and I wish I neednt have seen it; but its a good riddance. And the very last end of the War, I hope, said Merry. I hope so, said Frodo and sighed. The very last stroke. But to think that it should fall here, at the very door of Bag End. Among all my hopes and fears at least I never expected that. I shant call it the end, till weve cleared up the mess, said Sam gloomily. And thatll take a lot of time and work. Chapter 9 THE GREY H AVEN S The clearing up certainly needed a lot of work, but it took less time than Sam had feared. The day after the battle Frodo rode to Michel Delving and released the prisoners from the Lockholes. One of the first that they found was poor Fredegar Bolger, Fatty no longer. He had been taken when the ruffians smoked out a band of rebels that he led from their hidings up in the Brockenbores by the hills of Scary. You would have done better to come with us after all, poor old Fredegar. said Pippin, as they carried him out too weak to walk. He opened an eye and tried gallantly to smile. Whos this young giant with the loud voice. he whispered. Not little Pippin. Whats your size in hats now. Then there was Lobelia. Poor thing, she looked very old and thin when they rescued her from a dark and narrow cell. She insisted on hobbling out on her own feet; and she had such a welcome, and there was such clapping and cheering when she appeared, leaning on Frodos arm but still clutching her umbrella, that she was quite touched, and drove away in tears. She had never in her life been popular before. But she was crushed by the news of Lothos murder, and she would not return to Bag End. She gave it back to Frodo, and went to her own people, the Bracegirdles of Hardbottle. When the poor creature died next spring she was after all more than a hundred years old Frodo was surprised and much moved: she had left all that remained of her money and of Lothos for him to use in helping hobbits made homeless by the troubles. So that feud was ended. Old Will Whitfoot had been in the Lockholes longer than any, and though he had perhaps been treated less harshly than some, he needed a lot of feeding up before he could look the part of Mayor; so Frodo agreed to act as his Deputy, until Mr. Whitfoot was in shape again. The only thing that he did as Deputy Mayor was to reduce the Shirriffs to their proper functions and numbers. The task of hunting out the last remnant of the ruffians was left to Merry and Pippin, and it was soon done. The southern gangs, after hearing the news of the Battle of Bywater, fled out of the land and offered little resistance to the Thain. Before the Years End the few survivors were rounded up in the woods, and those that surrendered were shown to the borders. 1022 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Meanwhile the labour of repair went on apace, and Sam was kept very busy. Hobbits can work like bees when the mood and the need comes on them. Now there were thousands of willing hands of all ages, from the small but nimble ones of the hobbit lads and lasses to the well-worn and horny ones of the gaffers and gammers. Before Yule not a brick was left standing of the new Shirriff-houses or of anything that had been built by Sharkeys Men; but the bricks were used to repair many an old hole, to make it snugger and drier. Great stores of goods and food, and beer, were found that had been hidden away by the ruffians in sheds and barns and deserted holes, and especially in the tunnels at Michel Delving and in the old quarries at Scary; so that there was a great deal better cheer that Yule than anyone had hoped for. One of the first things done in Hobbiton, before even the removal of the new mill, was the clearing of the Hill and Bag End, and the restoration of Bagshot Row. The front of the new sand-pit was all levelled and made into a large sheltered garden, and new holes were dug in the southward face, back into the Hill, and they were lined with brick. The Gaffer was restored to Number Three; and he said often and did not care who heard it: Its an ill wind as blows nobody no good, as I always say. And Alls well as ends Better. There was some discussion of the name that the continue reading row should be given. Battle Gardens was thought of, or Better Smials. But after a while in sensible hobbit-fashion it was just called New Row. It was a purely Bywater joke to refer to it as Sharkeys Https://warstrategygames.cloud/war/world-conqueror-4-modern-war.php. The trees were the worst loss and damage, for at Sharkeys bidding they had been cut down recklessly far and wide over the Shire; and Sam grieved over this more than anything else. For one thing, this hurt would take long to heal, and only his great-grandchildren, he thought, would see the Shire as it ought to be. Then suddenly one day, for he had been too busy for weeks to give a thought to his adventures, he remembered the gift of Galadriel. He brought the box out and showed it to the other Travellers (for so they were now called by everyone), and asked their advice. I wondered when you would think of it, said Frodo. Open it. Inside it was filled with a grey dust, soft and fine, in the middle of which was a seed, like a small nut with a silver shale. What can I do with this. said Sam. Throw it in the air on a breezy day and let it do its work. said Pippin. On what. said Sam. T HE GREY HAVENS 1023 Choose one spot as a nursery, and see what happens to the plants there, said Merry. But Im sure the Lady would not like me to keep it all for my own garden, now so many folk have suffered, said Sam. Use all the wits and knowledge you have of your own, Sam, said Frodo, and then use the gift to help your work and better it. And use it sparingly. There is not much here, and I expect every grain has a value. So Sam planted saplings in all the places where specially beautiful or beloved trees had been destroyed, and he put a grain of the precious dust in the soil at the root of each. He went up and down the Shire in this labour; but if he paid special attention to Hobbiton and Bywater no one blamed him. And at the end he found that he still had a little of the dust left; so he went to the Three-Farthing Stone, which is as near the centre of the Shire as no matter, and cast it in the air with his blessing. The learn more here silver nut he planted in the Party Field where the tree had once been; and he wondered what would come of it. All through the winter he remained as patient as he could, and tried to restrain himself from going round constantly to see if anything was happening. Spring surpassed his wildest hopes. His trees began to sprout and grow, as if time was in a hurry and wished to make one year do for twenty. In the Party Field a beautiful young sapling leaped up: it had silver bark and long leaves and burst into golden flowers in April. It was indeed a mallorn, and it was the wonder of the neighbourhood. In after years, as it grew in grace and beauty, it was known far and wide and people would come long journeys to see it: the only mallorn west of the Mountains and east of the Sea, and one of the finest in the world. Altogether 1420 in the Shire was a marvellous year. Not only was there wonderful sunshine and delicious rain, in due times and perfect measure, but there seemed something more: an air of richness and growth, and a gleam of a beauty beyond that of mortal summers that flicker and pass upon this Middle-earth. All the children born or begotten in that year, and there were many, were fair to see and strong, and most of them had a rich golden hair that had before been rare among hobbits. The fruit was so plentiful that young hobbits very nearly bathed in strawberries and cream; and later they sat on the lawns under the plum-trees and ate, until they had made piles of stones like small pyramids or the heaped skulls of a conqueror, and then they moved on. And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass. In the Southfarthing the vines were laden, and the yield of leaf 1024 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS was astonishing; and everywhere there was so much corn that at Harvest every barn was stuffed. The Northfarthing barley was so fine that the beer of 1420 malt was long remembered and became a byword. Indeed a generation later one might hear an old gaffer in an inn, after a good pint of well-earned ale, put down his mug with click to see more sigh: Ah. that was proper fourteen-twenty, that was. Sam stayed at first at the Cottons with Frodo; but when the New Row was ready he went with the Gaffer. In addition to all his other labours he was busy directing the cleaning up and restoring of Bag End; but he was often away in the Shire on his forestry work. So he was not at home in early March and did not know that Coc lite had been ill. On the thirteenth of that month Farmer Cotton found Frodo lying on his bed; he was clutching a white gem that hung on a chain about his neck and he seemed half in a dream. It is gone for ever, he said, and now all is dark and empty. But the fit passed, and when Sam got back click at this page the twenty-fifth, Frodo had recovered, and he said nothing about himself. In the meanwhile Bag End had been set in order, and Merry and Pippin came over from Crickhollow bringing back all the old furniture and gear, so that the old hole soon looked very much as it always had done. When all was at last ready Frodo said: When are you going to move in and join me, Sam. Sam looked a bit awkward. There is no need to come yet, if you dont want to, said Frodo. But you know the Gaffer is close at hand, and he will be very well looked after by Widow Rumble. Its not that, Mr. Frodo, said Sam, and he went very red. Well, what is it. Its Rosie, Rose Cotton, said Sam. It seems she didnt like my going abroad at all, poor lass; but as I hadnt spoken, she couldnt say so. And I didnt speak, because I had a job to do first. But now Coc bh3 base have spoken, and she says: Well, youve wasted a year, so why wait longer. Wasted. I says. I wouldnt call it that. Still I see what she means. I feel torn in two, as you might say. I see, said Frodo: you want to get married, and yet you want to live with me in Bag End too. But my dear Sam, how easy. Get married as soon as you can, and then move in with Rosie. Theres room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish for. And so it was settled. Sam Th4 base married Rose Cotton in the spring of 1420 (which was also famous for its weddings), and they came and lived at Bag End. And if Sam thought himself lucky, T HE GREY HAVENS 1025 Frodo knew that he was more lucky himself; for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked after with such care. When the labours of repair had all been planned and set going he took to a quiet life, writing a great deal and going through all his notes. He resigned the office of Deputy Mayor at the Free Fair that Midsummer, and dear old Will Whitfoot had another seven years of presiding at Banquets. Merry and Pippin lived together for some time at Crickhollow, and there was much coming and going between Buckland and Bag End. The two young Travellers cut a great dash in the Shire with their songs and their tales and their finery, and their wonderful parties. Lordly folk called them, meaning nothing but good; for it warmed all hearts to see them go riding by Coc bh3 base their mail-shirts so bright and their shields so splendid, laughing and singing songs of far away; and if they were now large and magnificent, they were unchanged otherwise, unless they were indeed more fairspoken and more jovial and full of merriment than ever before. Frodo and Sam, however, went back to ordinary attire, except that when there was need they both wore long grey cloaks, finely woven and clasped at the throat with beautiful brooches; and Mr. Frodo wore always a white jewel on a chain that he often would finger. All things now went well, with hope always of becoming still better; and Sam was as busy and as full of delight as even a hobbit could wish. Nothing for him marred that whole year, except for some vague anxiety about his master. Frodo dropped quietly out of all the doings of the Shire, and Sam was pained to notice how little honour he had in his own country. Few people knew or wanted to know about his deeds and adventures; their admiration and respect were given mostly to Mr. Meriadoc and Mr. Peregrin and (if Sam had known it) to himself. Also in the autumn there appeared a shadow of old troubles. One evening Sam came into the study and found his master looking very strange. He was very pale and his eyes seemed to see things far away. Whats the matter, Mr. Frodo. said Sam. I am wounded, he answered, wounded; it will never really heal. But then he got up, and the turn seemed to pass, and he was quite himself the next day. It was not until afterwards that Sam recalled that the date was October the sixth. Two years before on that day it was dark in the dell under Weathertop. Time went on, and 1421 came in. Frodo was ill again in March, but with a great effort he concealed it, for Sam had other things to 1026 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS think about. The first of Sam and Rosies children was born on the twenty-fifth of March, a date that Sam noted. Well, Mr. Frodo, he said. Im in a bit of a fix. Rose and me had settled to call him Frodo, with your leave; but its not him, its her. Though as pretty a maidchild as anyone could hope for, taking after Rose more than me, luckily. So we dont know what to do. Well, Sam, said Frodo, whats wrong with the old customs. Choose a flower name like Rose. Half the maidchildren in the Shire are called by such names, and what could be better. I suppose youre right, Mr. Frodo, said Sam. Ive heard some beautiful names on my travels, but I suppose theyre a bit too grand for daily wear and tear, as you might say. The Gaffer, he says: Make it short, and then you wont have to cut it short before you can use it. But if its to be a flower-name, then I dont trouble about the length: it must be a beautiful flower, because, you see, I think she is very beautiful, and is going to be beautifuller still. Frodo thought for a moment. Well, Sam, what about elanor, the sun-star, you remember the little golden flower in the grass of Lothlo´rien. Youre right again, Mr. Frodo. said Sam delighted. Thats what I wanted. Little Elanor was nearly six more info old, and 1421 had passed to its autumn, when Frodo called Sam into the study. It will be Bilbos Birthday on Thursday, Sam, he said. And he will pass the Old Took. He will be a hundred and thirty-one. So he will. said Sam. Hes a marvel. Well, Sam, said Frodo, I want you to see Rose and find out if she can spare you, so that you and I can go off together. You cant go far or for a long time now, of course, he said a little wistfully. Well, not very well, Mr. Frodo. Of course not. But never mind. You can see me on my way. Tell Rose that you wont be away very long, not more than a fortnight; and youll come back quite safe. I wish I could go all the way with you to Rivendell, Mr. Frodo, and see Mr. Bilbo, said Sam. And yet the only place I really want to be in is here. I am that torn in two. Poor Sam. It will feel like that, I am afraid, said Frodo. But you will be healed. You were meant to be solid and whole, and you will be. In the next day or two Frodo went through his papers and his writings with Sam, and he handed over his keys. There was a big book with plain red leather covers; its tall pages were now almost filled. At the beginning there were many leaves covered with Bilbos T HE GREY HAVENS 1027 thin wandering hand; but most of it was written in Frodos firm flowing script. It was divided into chapters but Chapter 80 was unfinished, and after that were some blank leaves. The title page had many titles on it, crossed out one after another, source My Diary. My Unexpected Journey. There and Back Again. And What Happened After. Adventures of Five Hobbits. The Tale of the Great Ring, compiled by Bilbo Baggins from his own observations and the accounts of his friends. What we did in the War of the Ring. Here Bilbos hand ended and Frodo had written: the downfall of the lord of the rings and the return of the king (as seen by the Little People; being the memoirs of Bilbo and Frodo of the Shire, supplemented by the accounts of their friends and the learning of the Wise. ) Together with extracts from Books of Lore translated by Bilbo in Rivendell. Why, you have nearly finished it, Mr. Frodo. Sam exclaimed. Well, you have kept at it, I must say. I have quite finished, Sam,said Frodo. The last pages are for you. On September the twenty-first they set out together, Frodo on the pony that had borne him all the way from Minas Tirith, and was now called Strider; and Sam on his beloved Bill. It was a fair golden morning, and Sam did not ask where they were going: he thought he could guess. They took the Stock Road over the hills and went towards the Woody End, and they let their ponies walk at their leisure. They camped in the Green Hills, and on September the twenty-second they rode gently down into the beginning of the trees as afternoon was wearing away. If that isnt the very tree you hid behind when the Black Rider first showed up, Mr.

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