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I want to see Butterbur. In the evening they went to say good-bye to Bilbo. Well, if you must go, you must, he said. I am sorry. I shall miss you. It is nice just to know that you are about the place. But I am getting very sleepy. Then he gave Frodo his mithril-coat and Sting, forgetting M AN Y PART INGS 987 that he had already done so; and he gave him also three books of lore that he had made at various times, written in his spidery hand, and labelled on their red backs: Translations from the Elvish, by B. To Sam he gave a little bag of gold. Almost the last drop of the Smaug vintage, he said. May come in useful, if you think of getting married, Sam. Sam https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/apex-legends/apex-legends-suggestions-forum.php. I have nothing much to give to you young fellows, he said to Merry and Pippin, except good advice. And when he had given them a fair sample of this, he added a last item in Shire-fashion: Dont let your heads get too big for your hats. But if you dont finish growing up soon, you are going to find hats and clothes expensive. But if you want to beat the Old Took, said Pippin, I dont see why we shouldnt try and beat the Bullroarer. Bilbo laughed, and he produced out of a pocket two beautiful pipes with pearl mouth-pieces and bound with fine-wrought silver. Think of me when you smoke them. he said. The Elves made them for me, but I dont smoke now. And then suddenly he nodded and went to sleep for a little; and when he woke up again he said: Now where were we. Yes, of course, giving presents. Which reminds me: whats become of my ring, Frodo, that you took Pubg game emulators hack. I have lost it, Bilbo dear, said Frodo. I got rid of it, you know. What a pity. said Bilbo. I should have liked to see it again. But no, how silly of me. Thats what you went for, wasnt it: to get rid of it. But it is all so confusing, for such a lot of other things seem to have got mixed up with it: Aragorns affairs, and the White Council, and Gondor, and the Horsemen, and Southrons, and oliphaunts did you really see one, Sam. and caves and towers and golden trees, and goodness knows what besides. I evidently came back by much too straight a road from my trip. I think Gandalf might have shown me round a bit. But then the auction would have been over before I got back, and I should have had even more trouble than I did. Anyway its too late now; and really I think its much more comfortable to sit here and hear about it all. The fires very cosy here, and the foods very good, and there are Elves when you want them. What more could one want. The Road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow it who can. Let them a journey new begin, But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn, My evening-rest and sleep to meet. 988 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS And as Bilbo murmured the last words his head dropped on his chest and he slept soundly. The evening deepened in the room, and the firelight burned brighter; and they looked at Bilbo as he slept and saw that his face was smiling. For some time they sat in silence; and then Sam looking round at the room and the shadows flickering on the walls, said softly: I dont think, Mr. Frodo, that hes done much writing while weve been away. He wont ever write our story now. At that Bilbo opened an eye, almost as if he had heard. Then he roused himself. You see, I am getting so sleepy, he said. And when I have time to write, I only really like writing poetry. I wonder, Frodo my dear fellow, if you would very much mind tidying things up a bit before you go. Collect all my notes and papers, and my diary too, and take them with you, if you will. You see, I havent much time for the selection and the arrangement and all that. Get Sam to help, and when youve knocked things into shape, come back, and Ill run over it. I wont be too critical. Of course Ill do it. said Frodo. And of course Ill come back soon: it wont be dangerous any more. There is a real king now, and he will soon put the roads in order. Thank you, my dear fellow. said Bilbo. That really is a very great relief to my mind. And with that he fell asleep again. The next day Gandalf and the hobbits took leave of Bilbo in his room, for it was cold out of doors; and then they said farewell to Elrond and all his household. As Frodo stood upon the threshold, Elrond wished him a fair journey, and blessed him, and he said: I think, Frodo, that maybe you will not need to come back, unless you come very soon. For about this time of the year, when the leaves are gold before they fall, look for Bilbo in the woods of the Shire. I shall be with him. These words no one else heard, and Frodo kept them to himself. Chapter 7 HOMEWA RD BOUND At last the hobbits had their faces turned towards home. They were eager now to see the Shire again; but at first they rode only slowly, for Frodo had been ill at ease. When they came to the Ford of Bruinen, he had halted, and seemed loth to ride into the stream; and they noted that for a while his eyes appeared not to see them or things about him. All that day he was silent. It was the sixth of October. Are you in pain, Frodo. said Gandalf quietly as Pubg game emulators hack rode by Frodos side. Well, yes I am, said Frodo. It is my shoulder. The wound aches, and the memory of darkness is heavy on me. It was a year ago today. Alas. there are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured, said Gandalf. I fear it may be so with mine, said Frodo. There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest. Gandalf did not answer. By the end of the next day the pain and unease had passed, and Frodo was merry again, as merry as if he did not remember the blackness of the day before. After that the journey went well, and the days went quickly by; for they rode at leisure, and often they lingered in the fair woodlands where the leaves were red and yellow in the autumn sun. At length they came to Weathertop; and it was then drawing towards evening and the shadow of the hill lay dark on the road. Then Frodo begged them to hasten, and he would not look towards the hill, but rode through its shadow with head bowed and cloak drawn close about him. That night the weather changed, and a wind came from the West laden with rain, and it blew loud and chill, and the yellow leaves whirled like birds in the air. When they came to the Chetwood already the boughs were almost bare, and a great curtain of rain veiled Bree-hill from their sight. So it was that near the end of a wild and wet evening in the last days of October the five travellers rode up the climbing road and came to the South-gate of Bree. It was locked fast; and the rain blew in their faces, and in the darkening sky low clouds went hurrying by, and their hearts sank a steam zen, for they had expected more welcome. 990 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS When they had called many times, at last the Gate-keeper came out, and they saw that he carried a great cudgel. He looked at them with fear and suspicion; but when he saw that Gandalf was there, and that his companions were hobbits, in spite of their strange gear, then he brightened and wished them welcome. Come in. he said, unlocking the gate. We wont stay for news out here in the cold and the wet, a ruffianly evening. But old Barley will no doubt give you a welcome at The Pony, and there youll hear all there is to hear. And there youll hear later all that we say, and more, laughed Gandalf. How is Harry. The Gate-keeper scowled. Gone, he said. But youd best ask Barliman. Good evening. Good evening to you. they said, and passed through; and then they noticed that behind the hedge at the road-side a long low hut had been built, and a number of men had come out and were staring at them over the fence. When they came to Bill Fernys house they saw that the hedge there was tattered and unkempt, and the windows were all boarded up. Do you think you killed him with that apple, Sam. said Pippin. Im not so hopeful, Mr. Pippin, said Sam. But Id like to know what became of that poor pony. Hes been on my mind many a time, and the wolves howling and all. At last they came to The Prancing Pony, and that at least looked outwardly unchanged; and there were lights behind the red curtains in the lower windows. They rang the bell, and Nob came to the door, and opened it a crack and peeped through; and when he saw them standing under the lamp he gave a cry of surprise. Butterbur. Master. he shouted. Theyve come back. Oh have they. Ill learn them, came Butterburs voice, and out he came with a rush, and he had a club in his hand. But when he saw who they were he stopped short, and the black scowl on his face changed to wonder and delight. Nob, you woolly-pated ninny. he cried. Cant you give old friends their names. You shouldnt go scaring me like that, with times as they are. Well, well. And where have you come from. I never expected to see any of you folk again, and thats a fact: going off into the Wild with that Strider, and all those Black Men about. But Im right glad to see you, and none more than Gandalf. Come in. Come in. The same rooms as before. Theyre free. Indeed most rooms are empty these days, as Ill not hide from you, for youll find it out soon enough. And Ill see what can be done about supper, as soon as may be; but Im short-handed at present. Hey, Nob you slowcoach. Tell H OM EWARD B O U ND 991 Bob. Ah, but there Im forgetting, Bobs gone: goes home to his folk at nightfall now. Well, take the guests ponies to the stables, Nob. And youll be taking your horse to his stable yourself, Gandalf, I dont doubt. A fine beast, as I said when I first set eyes on him. Well, come in. Make just click for source at home. Butterbur had at any rate not changed his manner of talking, and still seemed to live in his old breathless bustle. And yet there was hardly anybody about, and all was quiet; from the Common Room there came a low murmur of no more than two or three voices. And seen closer in click at this page light of two candles that he lit and query method pubg timeout before them the landlords face looked rather wrinkled and careworn. He led them down the passage to the parlour that they had used on that strange night more than a year ago; and they followed him, a little disquieted, for it seemed plain to them that old Barliman was putting a brave face on some trouble. Things were not what they had been. But they said nothing, and waited. As they expected Mr. Butterbur came to the parlour after supper to see if all had been to their liking. As indeed it had: no change for the worse had yet come upon the beer or the victuals at The Pony, at any rate. Now I wont make so bold as to suggest you should come to the Common Room tonight, said Butterbur. Youll be tired; and there isnt many folk there this evening, anyway. But if you could spare me half an hour before you go to your beds, I would dearly like to have some talk with you, quiet-like by ourselves. That is just what we should like, too, said Gandalf. We are not tired. We have been taking things easy. We were wet, cold and hungry, but all that you have cured. Come, sit down. And if you have any pipe-weed, well bless you. Well, if youd called for anything else, Id have been happier, said Butterbur. Thats just a thing that were short of, seeing how weve only got what we grow ourselves, and thats not enough. Theres none to be had from the Shire these days. But Ill do what I can. When he came back he brought them enough to last them for a day or two, a wad of Pubg game emulators hack leaf. Southlinch, he said, and the best we have; but not the match of Southfarthing, as Ive always said, though Im all for Bree in most matters, begging your pardon. They put him in a large chair by the wood-fire, and Gandalf sat on the other side of the hearth, and the hobbits in low chairs between them; and then they talked for many times half an hour, and exchanged all such news as Mr. Butterbur wished to hear or give. Most of the things which they had to tell were a mere wonder and bewilderment to their host, and far beyond his vision; and they brought forth few comments other than: You dont say, often 992 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS repeated in defiance of the evidence of Mr. Butterburs own ears. You dont say, Mr. Baggins, or is it Mr. Underhill. Im getting so mixed up. You dont say, Master Gandalf. Well I never. Whod have thought it in our times. But he did say much on his own account. Things were far from well, he would say. Business was not even fair, it was downright bad. No one comes nigh Bree now from Outside, he said. And the inside folks, they stay at home mostly and keep their doors barred. It all comes of those newcomers and gangrels that began coming up the Greenway last year, as you may remember; but more came later. Some were just poor bodies running away from trouble; but most were bad men, full o thievery and mischief. And there was trouble right here in Bree, bad trouble. Why, we had a real set-to, and there were some folk killed, killed dead. If youll believe me. I will indeed, said Gandalf. How many. Three and two, said Butterbur, referring to the big folk and the little. There was poor Mat Heathertoes, and Rowlie Appledore, and little Tom Pickthorn from over the Hill; and Willie Banks from upaway, and one of the Underhills from Staddle: all good fellows, and theyre missed. And Harry Goatleaf that used to be on the West-gate, and that Bill Ferny, they came in on the strangers side, and theyve gone off with them; and its my belief they let them in. On the night of the fight, I mean. And that was after we showed them the gates and pushed them out: Pubg game emulators hack the years end, that was; and the fight was early in the New Year, after the heavy snow we had. And now theyre gone for robbers and live outside, hiding in the woods beyond Archet, and out in the wilds north-away. Its like a bit of the bad old times tales tell of, I say. It isnt safe on the road and nobody goes far, and folk lock up early. We have to keep watchers all round the fence and put a lot of men on the gates at nights. Well, no one troubled us, said Pippin, and we came along slowly, and kept no watch. We thought wed left all trouble behind us. Ah, that you havent, Master, mores the pity, said Butterbur. But its no wonder they left you alone. They wouldnt go for armed folk, with swords and helmets and shields and all. Make them think twice, that would. And I must say it put me aback a bit when I saw you. Then the hobbits suddenly realized that people had looked at them with amazement not out of surprise at their return so much as in wonder at their gear. They themselves had become so used to warfare and to riding in well-arrayed https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/pubg/pubg-font-generator-minecraft.php that they had quite forgotten that the bright mail peeping from under their cloaks, and the helms of Gondor and the Mark, and the fair devices on their shields, would seem outlandish in their own country. And Gandalf, too, was now H OM EWARD B O U ND 993 riding on his tall grey horse, all clad in white with a great mantle of blue and silver over all, and the long sword Glamdring at his side. Gandalf laughed. Well, well, he said, if they are afraid of just five of us, then we have met worse enemies on our travels. But at any rate they will give you peace at night while we stay. How long will that be. said Butterbur. Ill not deny we should be glad to have you about for a bit. You see, were not used to such troubles; and the Rangers have all gone away, folk tell me. I dont think weve rightly understood till now what they did for us. For theres been worse than robbers about. Wolves were howling round the fences last winter. And theres dark shapes in the woods, dreadful things that it makes the blood run cold to think of. Its been very disturbing, if you understand me. I expect it has, said Gandalf. Nearly all lands have been disturbed these days, very disturbed. But cheer up, Barliman. You have been on the edge of very great troubles, and I am only glad to hear that you have not been deeper in. But better times are coming. Maybe, better than any you remember. The Rangers have returned. We came back with them. And there is a king again, Barliman. He will soon be turning his mind this way. Then the Greenway will be opened again, and his messengers will come north, and there will be comings and goings, and the evil things will be driven out of the waste-lands. Indeed the waste in time will be waste no longer, and there will be people and fields where once there was wilderness. Butterbur shook his head. If theres a few decent respectable folk on the roads, that wont do no harm, he said. But we dont want no more rabble and ruffians. And we dont want no outsiders at Bree, nor near Bree at all. We want to be let alone. I dont want a whole crowd o strangers camping here and settling there and tearing up the wild country. You will be let alone, Barliman, said Gandalf. There is room enough for realms between Isen and Greyflood, or along the shorelands south of the Brandywine, without anyone living within many days ride of Bree. And many folk used to dwell away north, a hundred miles or more from here, at the far end of the Greenway: on the North Downs or by Lake Evendim. Up away by Deadmens Dike. said Butterbur, looking even more dubious. Thats haunted land, they say. None but a robber would go there. The Rangers go there, said Gandalf. Deadmens Dike, you say. So it has been called for long years; but its right name, Barliman, is Fornost Erain, Norbury of the Kings. And the King will come there again one day; and then youll have some fair folk riding through.
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Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch; he felt his fingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping the broom with his legs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headed straight for the ground, trying hard not to pass out. With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom.
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