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  • Chapter 3 THREE IS COMPANY

  • 'You ought to go quietly, and you ought to go soon,' said Gandalf.

  • Two or three weeks had passed, and still Frodo made no sign of getting ready to go.

  • 'I know.

  • But it is difficult to do both,' he objected.

  • 'If I just vanish like Bilbo, the tale will be all over the Shire in no time.'

  • 'Of course you mustn't vanish!' said Gandalf.

  • 'That wouldn't do at all!

  • I said soon, not instantly.

  • If you can think of any way of slipping out of the Shire without its being generally known,

  • it will be worth a little delay.

  • But you must not delay too long.'

  • 'What about the autumn, on or after Our Birthday?'

  • asked Frodo.

  • 'I think I could probably make some arrangements by then.'

  • To tell the truth, he was very reluctant to start, now that it had come to the point:

  • Bag End seemed a more desirable residence than it had for years, and he wanted to savour

  • as much as he could of his last summer in the Shire.

  • When autumn came, he knew that part at least of his heart would think more kindly of journeying,

  • as it always did at that season.

  • He had indeed privately made up his mind to leave on his fiftieth birthday: Bilbo's

  • one hundred and twenty-eighth.

  • It seemed somehow the proper day on which to set out and follow him.

  • Following Bilbo was uppermost in his mind, and the one thing that made the thought of

  • leaving bearable.

  • He thought as little as possible about the Ring, and where it might lead him in the end.

  • But he did not tell all his thoughts to Gandalf.

  • What the wizard guessed was always difficult to tell.

  • He looked at Frodo and smiled.

  • 'Very well,' he said.

  • 'I think that will dobut it must not be any later.

  • I am getting very anxious.

  • In the meanwhile, do take care, and don't let out any hint of where you are going!

  • And see that Sam Gamgee does not talk.

  • If he does, I really shall turn him into a toad.'

  • 'As for where I am going,' said Frodo, 'it would be difficult to give that away,

  • for I have no clear idea myself, yet.'

  • 'Don't be absurd!' said Gandalf.

  • 'I am not warning you against leaving an address at the post-office!

  • But you are leaving the Shireand that should not be known, until you are far away.

  • And you must go, or at least set out, either North, South, West or Eastand the direction

  • should certainly not be known.'

  • 'I have been so taken up with the thoughts of leaving Bag End, and of saying farewell,

  • that I have never even considered the direction,' said Frodo.

  • 'For where am I to go?

  • And by what shall I steer?

  • What is to be my quest?

  • Bilbo went to find a treasure, there and back again; but I go to lose one, and not return,

  • as far as I can see.'

  • 'But you cannot see very far,' said Gandalf.

  • 'Neither can I. It may be your task to find the Cracks of Doom; but that quest may be

  • for others: I do not know.

  • At any rate you are not ready for that long road yet.'

  • 'No indeed!' said Frodo.

  • 'But in the meantime what course am I to take?'

  • 'Towards danger; but not too rashly, nor too straight,' answered the wizard.

  • 'If you want my advice, make for Rivendell.

  • That journey should not prove too perilous, though the Road is less easy than it was,

  • and it will grow worse as the year fails.'

  • 'Rivendell!' said Frodo.

  • 'Very good: I will go east, and I will make for Rivendell.

  • I will take Sam to visit the Elves; he will be delighted.'

  • He spoke lightly; but his heart was moved suddenly with a desire to see the house of

  • Elrond Halfelven, and breathe the air of that deep valley where many of the Fair Folk still

  • dwelt in peace.

  • One summer's evening an astonishing piece of news reached the Ivy Bush and Green Dragon.

  • Giants and other portents on the borders of the Shire were forgotten for more important

  • matters: Mr. Frodo was selling Bag End, indeed he had already sold itto the Sackville-Bagginses!

  • 'For a nice bit, too,' said some.

  • 'At a bargain price,' said others, 'and that's more likely when Mistress Lobelia's

  • the buyer.'

  • (Otho had died some years before, at the ripe but disappointed age of 102.)

  • Just why Mr. Frodo was selling his beautiful hole was even more debatable than the price.

  • A few held the theorysupported by the nods and hints of Mr. Baggins himselfthat

  • Frodo's money was running out: he was going to leave Hobbiton and live in a quiet way

  • on the proceeds of the sale down in Buckland among his Brandybuck relations.

  • 'As far from the Sackville-Bagginses as may be,' some added.

  • But so firmly fixed had the notion of the immeasurable wealth of the Bagginses of Bag

  • End become that most found this hard to believe, harder than any other reason or unreason that

  • their fancy could suggest: to most it suggested a dark and yet unrevealed plot by Gandalf.

  • Though he kept himself very quiet and did not go about by day, it was well known that

  • he was 'hiding up in the Bag End'.

  • But however a removal might fit in with the designs of his wizardry, there was no doubt

  • about the fact: Frodo Baggins was going back to Buckland.

  • 'Yes, I shall be moving this autumn,' he said.

  • 'Merry Brandybuck is looking out for a nice little hole for me, or perhaps a small house.'

  • As a matter of fact with Merry's help he had already chosen and bought a little house

  • at Crickhollow in the country beyond Bucklebury.

  • To all but Sam he pretended he was going to settle down there permanently.

  • The decision to set out eastwards had suggested the idea to him; for Buckland was on the eastern

  • borders of the Shire, and as he had lived there in childhood his going back would at

  • least seem credible.

  • Gandalf stayed in the Shire for over two months.

  • Then one evening, at the end of June, soon after Frodo's plan had been finally arranged,

  • he suddenly announced that he was going off again next morning.

  • 'Only for a short while, I hope,' he said.

  • 'But I am going down beyond the southern borders to get some news, if I can.

  • I have been idle longer than I should.'

  • He spoke lightly, but it seemed to Frodo that he looked rather worried.

  • 'Has anything happened?' he asked.

  • 'Well no; but I have heard something that has made me anxious and needs looking into.

  • If I think it necessary after all for you to get off at once, I shall come back immediately,

  • or at least send word.

  • In the meanwhile stick to your plan; but be more careful than ever, especially of the

  • Ring.

  • Let me impress on you once more: don't use it!'

  • He went off at dawn.

  • 'I may be back any day,' he said.

  • 'At the very latest I shall come back for the farewell party.

  • I think after all you may need my company on the Road.'

  • At first Frodo was a good deal disturbed, and wondered often what Gandalf could have

  • heard; but his uneasiness wore off, and in the fine weather he forgot his troubles for

  • a while.

  • The Shire had seldom seen so fair a summer, or so rich an autumn: the trees were laden

  • with apples, honey was dripping in the combs, and the corn was tall and full.

  • Autumn was well under way before Frodo began to worry about Gandalf again.

  • September was passing and there was still no news of him.

  • The Birthday, and the removal, drew nearer, and still he did not come, or send word.

  • Bag End began to be busy.

  • Some of Frodo's friends came to stay and help him with the packing: there was Fredegar

  • Bolger and Folco Boffin, and of course his special friends Pippin Took and Merry Brandybuck.

  • Between them they turned the whole place upside-down.

  • On September 20th two covered carts went off laden to Buckland, conveying the furniture

  • and goods that Frodo had not sold to his new home, by way of the Brandywine Bridge.

  • The next day Frodo became really anxious, and kept a constant look-out for Gandalf.

  • Thursday, his birthday morning, dawned as fair and clear as it had long ago for Bilbo's

  • great party.

  • Still Gandalf did not appear.

  • In the evening Frodo gave his farewell feast: it was quite small, just a dinner for himself

  • and his four helpers; but he was troubled and felt in no mood for it.

  • The thought that he would so soon have to part with his young friends weighed on his

  • heart.

  • He wondered how he would break it to them.

  • The four younger hobbits were, however, in high spirits, and the party soon became very

  • cheerful in spite of Gandalf's absence.

  • The dining-room was bare except for a table and chairs, but the food was good, and there

  • was good wine: Frodo's wine had not been included in the sale to the Sackville-Bagginses.

  • 'Whatever happens to the rest of my stuff, when the S.-B.s get their claws on it, at

  • any rate I have found a good home for this!' said Frodo, as he drained his glass.

  • It was the last drop of Old Winyards.

  • When they had sung many songs, and talked of many things they had done together, they

  • toasted Bilbo's birthday, and they drank his health and Frodo's together according

  • to Frodo's custom.

  • Then they went out for a sniff of air, and glimpse of the stars, and then they went to

  • bed.

  • Frodo's party was over, and Gandalf had not come.

  • The next morning they were busy packing another cart with the remainder of the luggage.

  • Merry took charge of this, and drove off with Fatty (that is Fredegar Bolger).

  • 'Someone must get there and warm the house before you arrive,' said Merry.

  • 'Well, see you laterthe day after tomorrow, if you don't go to sleep on the way!'

  • Folco went home after lunch, but Pippin remained behind.

  • Frodo was restless and anxious, listening in vain for a sound of Gandalf.

  • He decided to wait until nightfall.

  • After that, if Gandalf wanted him urgently, he would go to Crickhollow, and might even

  • get there first.

  • For Frodo was going on foot.

  • His planfor pleasure and a last look at the Shire as much as any other reasonwas

  • to walk from Hobbiton to Bucklebury Ferry, taking it fairly easy.

  • 'I shall get myself a bit into training, too,' he said, looking at himself in a dusty

  • mirror in the half-empty hall.

  • He had not done any strenuous walking for a long time, and the reflection looked rather

  • flabby, he thought.

  • After lunch, the Sackville-Bagginses, Lobelia and her sandy-haired son, Lotho, turned up,

  • much to Frodo's annoyance.

  • 'Ours at last!' said Lobelia, as she stepped inside.

  • It was not polite; nor strictly true, for the sale of Bag End did not take effect until

  • midnight.

  • But Lobelia can perhaps be forgiven: she had been obliged to wait about seventy-seven years

  • longer for Bag End than she once hoped, and she was now a hundred years old.

  • Anyway, she had come to see that nothing she had paid for had been carried off; and she

  • wanted the keys.

  • It took a long while to satisfy her, as she had brought a complete inventory with her

  • and went right through it.

  • In the end she departed with Lotho and the spare key and the promise that the other key

  • would be left at the Gamgees' in Bagshot Row.

  • She snorted, and showed plainly that she thought the Gamgees capable of plundering the hole

  • during the night.

  • Frodo did not offer her any tea.

  • He took his own tea with Pippin and Sam Gamgee in the kitchen.

  • It had been officially announced that Sam was coming to Buckland 'to do for Mr. Frodo

  • and look after his bit of garden'; an arrangement that was approved by the Gaffer, though it

  • did not console him for the prospect of having Lobelia as a neighbour.

  • 'Our last meal at Bag End!' said Frodo, pushing back his chair.

  • They left the washing up for Lobelia.

  • Pippin and Sam strapped up their three packs and piled them in the porch.

  • Pippin went out for a last stroll in the garden.

  • Sam disappeared.

  • The sun went down.

  • Bag End seemed sad and gloomy and dishevelled.

  • Frodo wandered round the familiar rooms, and saw the light of the sunset fade on the walls,

  • and shadows creep out of the corners.

  • It grew slowly dark indoors.

  • He went out and walked down to the gate at the bottom of the path, and then on a short

  • way down the Hill Road.

  • He half expected to see Gandalf come striding up through the dusk.

  • The sky was clear and the stars were growing bright.

  • 'It's going to be a fine night,' he said aloud.

  • 'That's good for a beginning.

  • I feel like walking.

  • I can't bear any more hanging about.

  • I am going to start, and Gandalf must follow me.'

  • He turned to go back, and then stopped, for he heard voices, just round the corner by

  • the end of Bagshot Row.

  • One voice was certainly the old Gaffer's; the other was strange, and somehow unpleasant.

  • He could not make out what it said, but he heard the Gaffer's answers, which were rather

  • shrill.

  • The old man seemed put out.

  • 'No, Mr. Baggins has gone away.

  • Went this morning, and my Sam went with him: anyway all his stuff went.

  • Yes, sold out and gone, I tell'ee.

  • Why?

  • Why's none of my business, or yours.

  • Where to?

  • That ain't no secret.

  • He's moved to Bucklebury or some such place, away down yonder.

  • Yes it is – a tidy way.

  • I've never been so far myself; they're queer folks in Buckland.

  • No, I can't give no message.

  • Good night to you!'

  • Footsteps went away down the Hill.

  • Frodo wondered vaguely why the fact that they did not come on up the Hill seemed a great

  • relief.

  • 'I am sick of questions and curiosity about my doings, I suppose,' he thought.

  • 'What an inquisitive lot they all are!'

  • He had half a mind to go and ask the Gaffer who the inquirer was; but he thought better

  • (or worse) of it, and turned and walked quickly back to Bag End.

  • Pippin was sitting on his pack in the porch.

  • Sam was not there.

  • Frodo stepped inside the dark door.

  • 'Sam!' he called.

  • 'Sam!

  • Time!'

  • 'Coming, sir!'

  • came the answer from far within, followed soon by Sam himself, wiping his mouth.

  • He had been saying farewell to the beer-barrel in the cellar.

  • 'All aboard, Sam?' said Frodo.

  • 'Yes, sir.

  • I'll last for a bit now, sir.'

  • Frodo shut and locked the round door, and gave the key to Sam.

  • 'Run down with this to your home, Sam!' he said.

  • 'Then cut along the Row and meet us as quick as you can at the gate in the lane beyond

  • the meadows.

  • We are not going through the village tonight.

  • Too many ears pricking and eyes prying.'

  • Sam ran off at full speed.

  • 'Well, now we're off at last!' said Frodo.

  • They shouldered their packs and took up their sticks, and walked round the corner to the

  • west side of Bag End.

  • 'Good-bye!' said Frodo, looking at the dark blank windows.

  • He waved his hand, and then turned and (following Bilbo, if he had known it) hurried after Peregrin

  • down the garden-path.

  • They jumped over the low place in the hedge at the bottom and took to the fields, passing

  • into the darkness like a rustle in the grasses.

  • At the bottom of the Hill on its western side they came to the gate opening on to a narrow

  • lane.

  • There they halted and adjusted the straps of their packs.

  • Presently Sam appeared, trotting quickly and breathing hard; his heavy pack was hoisted

  • high on his shoulders, and he had put on his head a tall shapeless felt bag, which he called

  • a hat.

  • In the gloom he looked very much like a dwarf.

  • 'I am sure you have given me all the heaviest stuff,' said Frodo.

  • 'I pity snails, and all that carry their homes on their backs.'

  • 'I could take a lot more yet, sir.

  • My packet is quite light,' said Sam stoutly and untruthfully.

  • 'No you don't, Sam!' said Pippin.

  • 'It is good for him.

  • He's got nothing except what he ordered us to pack.

  • He's been slack lately, and he'll feel the weight less when he's walked off some

  • of his own.'

  • 'Be kind to a poor old hobbit!'

  • laughed Frodo.

  • 'I shall be as thin as a willow-wand, I'm sure, before I get to Buckland.

  • But I was talking nonsense.

  • I suspect you have taken more than your share, Sam, and I shall look into it at our next

  • packing.'

  • He picked up his stick again.

  • 'Well, we all like walking in the dark,' he said, 'so let's put some miles behind

  • us before bed.'

  • For a short way they followed the lane westwards.

  • Then leaving it they turned left and took quietly to the fields again.

  • They went in single file along hedgerows and the borders of coppices, and night fell dark

  • about them.

  • In their dark cloaks they were as invisible as if they all had magic rings.

  • Since they were all hobbits, and were trying to be silent, they made no noise that even

  • hobbits would hear.

  • Even the wild things in the fields and woods hardly noticed their passing.

  • After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge.

  • The stream was there no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder-trees.

  • A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road from the Brandywine Bridge;

  • they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill

  • Country.

  • As they began to climb its first slopes they looked back and saw the lamps in Hobbiton

  • far off twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water.

  • Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land, and was followed by Bywater beside its

  • grey pool.

  • When the light of the last farm was far behind, peeping among the trees, Frodo turned and

  • waved a hand in farewell.

  • 'I wonder if I shall ever look down into that valley again,' he said quietly.

  • When they had walked for about three hours they rested.

  • The night was clear, cool, and starry, but smoke-like wisps of mist were creeping up

  • the hill-sides from the streams and deep meadows.

  • Thin-clad birches, swaying in a light wind above their heads, made a black net against

  • the pale sky.

  • They ate a very frugal supper (for hobbits), and then went on again.

  • Soon they struck a narrow road, that went rolling up and down, fading grey into the

  • darkness ahead: the road to Woodhall, and Stock, and the Bucklebury Ferry.

  • It climbed away from the main road in the Water-valley, and wound over the skirts of

  • the Green Hills towards Woody End, a wild corner of the Eastfarthing.

  • After a while they plunged into a deeply cloven track between tall trees that rustled their

  • dry leaves in the night.

  • It was very dark.

  • At first they talked, or hummed a tune softly together, being now far away from inquisitive

  • ears.

  • Then they marched on in silence, and Pippin began to lag behind.

  • At last, as they began to climb a steep slope, he stopped and yawned.

  • 'I am so sleepy,' he said, 'that soon I shall fall down on the road.

  • Are you going to sleep on your legs?

  • It is nearly midnight.'

  • 'I thought you liked walking in the dark,' said Frodo.

  • 'But there is no great hurry.

  • Merry expects us some time the day after tomorrow; but that leaves us nearly two days more.

  • We'll halt at the first likely spot.'

  • 'The wind's in the West,' said Sam.

  • 'If we get to the other side of this hill, we shall find a spot that is sheltered and

  • snug enough, sir.

  • There is a dry fir-wood just ahead, if I remember rightly.'

  • Sam knew the land well within twenty miles of Hobbiton, but that was the limit of his

  • geography.

  • Just over the top of the hill they came on the patch of fir-wood.

  • Leaving the road they went into the deep resin-scented darkness of the trees, and gathered dead sticks

  • and cones to make a fire.

  • Soon they had a merry crackle of flame at the foot of a large fir-tree and they sat

  • round it for a while, until they began to nod.

  • Then, each in an angle of the great tree's roots, they curled up in their cloaks and

  • blankets, and were soon fast asleep.

  • They set no watch; even Frodo feared no danger yet, for they were still in the heart of the

  • Shire.

  • A few creatures came and looked at them when the fire had died away.

  • A fox passing through the wood on business of his own stopped several minutes and sniffed.

  • 'Hobbits!' he thought.

  • 'Well, what next?

  • I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping

  • out of doors under a tree.

  • Three of them!

  • There's something mighty queer behind this.'

  • He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.

  • The morning came, pale and clammy.

  • Frodo woke up first, and found that a tree-root had made a hole in his back, and that his

  • neck was stiff.

  • 'Walking for pleasure!

  • Why didn't I drive?' he thought, as he usually did at the beginning of an expedition.

  • 'And all my beautiful feather beds are sold to the Sackville-Bagginses!

  • These tree-roots would do them good.'

  • He stretched.

  • 'Wake up, hobbits!' he cried.

  • 'It's a beautiful morning.'

  • 'What's beautiful about it?' said Pippin, peering over the edge of his blanket with

  • one eye.

  • 'Sam!

  • Get breakfast ready for half-past nine!

  • Have you got the bath-water hot?'

  • Sam jumped up, looking rather bleary.

  • 'No, sir, I haven't, sir!' he said.

  • Frodo stripped the blankets from Pippin and rolled him over, and then walked off to the

  • edge of the wood.

  • Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world.

  • Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy

  • sea.

  • A little below him to the left the road ran down steeply into a hollow and disappeared.

  • When he returned Sam and Pippin had got a good fire going.

  • 'Water!'

  • shouted Pippin.

  • 'Where's the water?'

  • 'I don't keep water in my pockets,' said Frodo.

  • 'We thought you had gone to find some,' said Pippin, busy setting out the food, and

  • cups.

  • 'You had better go now.'

  • 'You can come too,' said Frodo, 'and bring all the water-bottles.'

  • There was a stream at the foot of the hill.

  • They filled their bottles and the small camping kettle at a little fall where the water fell

  • a few feet over an outcrop of grey stone.

  • It was icy cold; and they spluttered and puffed as they bathed their faces and hands.

  • When their breakfast was over, and their packs all trussed up again, it was after ten o'clock,

  • and the day was beginning to turn fine and hot.

  • They went down the slope, and across the stream where it dived under the road, and up the

  • next slope, and up and down another shoulder of the hills; and by that time their cloaks,

  • blankets, water, food, and other gear already seemed a heavy burden.

  • The day's march promised to be warm and tiring work.

  • After some miles, however, the road ceased to roll up and down: it climbed to the top

  • of a steep bank in a weary zig-zagging sort of way, and then prepared to go down for the

  • last time.

  • In front of them they saw the lower lands dotted with small clumps of trees that melted

  • away in the distance to a brown woodland haze.

  • They were looking across the Woody End towards the Brandywine River.

  • The road wound away before them like a piece of string.

  • 'The road goes on for ever,' said Pippin; 'but I can't without a rest.

  • It is high time for lunch.'

  • He sat down on the bank at the side of the road and looked away east into the haze, beyond

  • which lay the River, and the end of the Shire in which he had spent all his life.

  • Sam stood by him.

  • His round eyes were wide openfor he was looking across lands he had never seen to

  • a new horizon.

  • 'Do Elves live in those woods?' he asked.

  • 'Not that I ever heard,' said Pippin.

  • Frodo was silent.

  • He too was gazing eastward along the road, as if he had never seen it before.

  • Suddenly he spoke, aloud but as if to himself, saying slowly:

  • The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began.

  • Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can,

  • Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way,

  • Where many paths and errands meet.

  • And whither then?

  • I cannot say.

  • 'That sounds like a bit of old Bilbo's rhyming,' said Pippin.

  • 'Or is it one of your imitations?

  • It does not sound altogether encouraging.'

  • 'I don't know,' said Frodo.

  • 'It came to me then, as if I was making it up; but I may have heard it long ago.

  • Certainly it reminds me very much of Bilbo in the last years, before he went away.

  • He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs

  • were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary.

  • It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,” he used to say.

  • You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where

  • you might be swept off to.

  • Do you realize that this is the very path that goes through Mirkwood, and that if you

  • let it, it might take you to the Lonely Mountain or even further and to worse places?”

  • He used to say that on the path outside the front door at Bag End, especially after he

  • had been out for a long walk.'

  • 'Well, the Road won't sweep me anywhere for an hour at least,' said Pippin, unslinging

  • his pack.

  • The others followed his example, putting their packs against the bank and their legs out

  • into the road.

  • After a rest they had a good lunch, and then more rest.

  • The sun was beginning to get low and the light of afternoon was on the land as they went

  • down the hill.

  • So far they had not met a soul on the road.

  • This way was not much used, being hardly fit for carts, and there was little traffic to

  • the Woody End.

  • They had been jogging along again for an hour or more when Sam stopped a moment as if listening.

  • They were now on level ground, and the road after much winding lay straight ahead through

  • grass-land sprinkled with tall trees, outliers of the approaching woods.

  • 'I can hear a pony or a horse coming along the road behind,' said Sam.

  • They looked back, but the turn of the road prevented them from seeing far.

  • 'I wonder if that is Gandalf coming after us,' said Frodo; but even as he said it,

  • he had a feeling that it was not so, and a sudden desire to hide from the view of the

  • rider came over him.

  • 'It may not matter much,' he said apologetically, 'but I would rather not be seen on the road

  • by anyone.

  • I am sick of my doings being noticed and discussed.

  • And if it is Gandalf,' he added as an afterthought, 'we can give him a little surprise, to pay

  • him out for being so late.

  • Let's get out of sight!'

  • The other two ran quickly to the left and down into a little hollow not far from the

  • road.

  • There they lay flat.

  • Frodo hesitated for a second: curiosity or some other feeling was struggling with his

  • desire to hide.

  • The sound of hoofs drew nearer.

  • Just in time he threw himself down in a patch of long grass behind a tree that overshadowed

  • the road.

  • Then he lifted his head and peered cautiously above one of the great roots.

  • Round the corner came a black horse, no hobbit-pony but a full-sized horse; and on it sat a large

  • man, who seemed to crouch in the saddle, wrapped in a great black cloak and hood, so that only

  • his boots in the high stirrups showed below; his face was shadowed and invisible.

  • When it reached the tree and was level with Frodo the horse stopped.

  • The riding figure sat quite still with its head bowed, as if listening.

  • From inside the hood came a noise as of someone sniffing to catch an elusive scent; the head

  • turned from side to side of the road.

  • A sudden unreasoning fear of discovery laid hold of Frodo, and he thought of his Ring.

  • He hardly dared to breathe, and yet the desire to get it out of his pocket became so strong

  • that he began slowly to move his hand.

  • He felt that he had only to slip it on, and then he would be safe.

  • The advice of Gandalf seemed absurd.

  • Bilbo had used the Ring.

  • 'And I am still in the Shire,' he thought, as his hand touched the chain on which it

  • hung.

  • At that moment the rider sat up, and shook the reins.

  • The horse stepped forward, walking slowly at first, and then breaking into a quick trot.

  • Frodo crawled to the edge of the road and watched the rider, until he dwindled into

  • the distance.

  • He could not be quite sure, but it seemed to him that suddenly, before it passed out

  • of sight, the horse turned aside and went into the trees on the right.

  • 'Well, I call that very queer, and indeed disturbing,' said Frodo to himself, as he

  • walked towards his companions.

  • Pippin and Sam had remained flat in the grass, and had seen nothing; so Frodo described the

  • rider and his strange behaviour.

  • 'I can't say why, but I felt certain he was looking or smelling for me; and also I

  • felt certain that I did not want him to discover me.

  • I've never seen or felt anything like it in the Shire before.'

  • 'But what has one of the Big People got to do with us?' said Pippin.

  • 'And what is he doing in this part of the world?'

  • 'There are some Men about,' said Frodo.

  • 'Down in the Southfarthing they have had trouble with Big People, I believe.

  • But I have never heard of anything like this rider.

  • I wonder where he comes from.'

  • 'Begging your pardon,' put in Sam suddenly, 'I know where he comes from.

  • It's from Hobbiton that this here black rider comes, unless there's more than one.

  • And I know where he's going to.'

  • 'What do you mean?' said Frodo sharply, looking at him in astonishment.

  • 'Why didn't you speak up before?'

  • 'I have only just remembered, sir.

  • It was like this: when I got back to our hole yesterday evening with the key, my dad, he

  • says to me: Hallo, Sam! he says.

  • I thought you were away with Mr. Frodo this morning.

  • There's been a strange customer asking for Mr. Baggins of Bag End, and he's only just

  • gone.

  • I've sent him on to Bucklebury.

  • Not that I liked the sound of him.

  • He seemed mighty put out, when I told him Mr. Baggins had left his old home for good.

  • Hissed at me, he did.

  • It gave me quite a shudder.

  • What sort of a fellow was he? says I to the Gaffer.

  • I don't know, says he; but he wasn't a hobbit.

  • He was tall and black-like, and he stooped over me.

  • I reckon it was one of the Big Folk from foreign parts.

  • He spoke funny.

  • 'I couldn't stay to hear more, sir, since you were waiting; and I didn't give much

  • heed to it myself.

  • The Gaffer is getting old, and more than a bit blind, and it must have been near dark

  • when this fellow come up the Hill and found him taking the air at the end of our Row.

  • I hope he hasn't done no harm, sir, nor me.'

  • 'The Gaffer can't be blamed anyway,' said Frodo.

  • 'As a matter of fact I heard him talking to a stranger, who seemed to be inquiring

  • for me, and I nearly went and asked him who it was.

  • I wish I had, or you had told me about it before.

  • I might have been more careful on the road.'

  • 'Still, there may be no connexion between this rider and the Gaffer's stranger,'

  • said Pippin.

  • 'We left Hobbiton secretly enough, and I don't see how he could have followed us.'

  • 'What about the smelling, sir?' said Sam.

  • 'And the Gaffer said he was a black chap.'

  • 'I wish I had waited for Gandalf,' Frodo muttered.

  • 'But perhaps it would only have made matters worse.'

  • 'Then you know or guess something about this rider?' said Pippin, who had caught

  • the muttered words.

  • 'I don't know, and I would rather not guess,' said Frodo.

  • 'All right, cousin Frodo!

  • You can keep your secret for the present, if you want to be mysterious.

  • In the meanwhile what are we to do?

  • I should like a bite and a sup, but somehow I think we had better move on from here.

  • Your talk of sniffing riders with invisible noses has unsettled me.'

  • 'Yes, I think we will move on now,' said Frodo; 'but not on the roadin case

  • that rider comes back, or another follows him.

  • We ought to do a good step more today.

  • Buckland is still miles away.'

  • The shadows of the trees were long and thin on the grass, as they started off again.

  • They now kept a stone's throw to the left of the road, and kept out of sight of it as

  • much as they could.

  • But this hindered them; for the grass was thick and tussocky, and the ground uneven,

  • and the trees began to draw together into thickets.

  • The sun had gone down red behind the hills at their backs, and evening was coming on

  • before they came back to the road at the end of the long level over which it had run straight

  • for some miles.

  • At that point it bent left and went down into the lowlands of the Yale making for Stock;

  • but a lane branched right, winding through a wood of ancient oak-trees on its way to

  • Woodhall.

  • 'That is the way for us,' said Frodo.

  • Not far from the road-meeting they came on the huge hulk of a tree: it was still alive

  • and had leaves on the small branches that it had put out round the broken stumps of

  • its long-fallen limbs; but it was hollow, and could be entered by a great crack on the

  • side away from the road.

  • The hobbits crept inside, and sat there upon a floor of old leaves and decayed wood.

  • They rested and had a light meal, talking quietly and listening from time to time.

  • Twilight was about them as they crept back to the lane.

  • The West wind was sighing in the branches.

  • Leaves were whispering.

  • Soon the road began to fall gently but steadily into the dusk.

  • A star came out above the trees in the darkening East before them.

  • They went abreast and in step, to keep up their spirits.

  • After a time, as the stars grew thicker and brighter, the feeling of disquiet left them,

  • and they no longer listened for the sound of hoofs.

  • They began to hum softly, as hobbits have a way of doing as they walk along, especially

  • when they are drawing near to home at night.

  • With most hobbits it is a supper-song or a bed-song; but these hobbits hummed a walking-song

  • (though not, of course, without any mention of supper and bed).

  • Bilbo Baggins had made the words, to a tune that was as old as the hills, and taught it

  • to Frodo as they walked in the lanes of the Water-valley and talked about Adventure.

  • Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed;

  • But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet

  • A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone.

  • Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass!

  • Let them pass!

  • Hill and water under sky, Pass them by!

  • Pass them by!

  • Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate,

  • And though we pass them by today, Tomorrow we may come this way

  • And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun.

  • Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe, Let them go!

  • Let them go!

  • Sand and stone and pool and dell, Fare you well!

  • Fare you well!

  • Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread

  • Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight.

  • Then world behind and home ahead, We'll wander back to home and bed.

  • Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, Away shall fade!

  • Away shall fade!

  • Fire and lamp, and meat and bread, And then to bed!

  • And then to bed!

  • The song ended.

  • 'And now to bed!

  • And now to bed!'

  • sang Pippin in a high voice.

  • 'Hush!' said Frodo.

  • 'I think I hear hoofs again.'

  • They stopped suddenly and stood as silent as tree-shadows, listening.

  • There was a sound of hoofs in the lane, some way behind, but coming slow and clear down

  • the wind.

  • Quickly and quietly they slipped off the path, and ran into the deeper shade under the oak-trees.

  • 'Don't let us go too far!' said Frodo.

  • 'I don't want to be seen, but I want to see if it is another Black Rider.'

  • 'Very well!' said Pippin.

  • 'But don't forget the sniffing!'

  • The hoofs drew nearer.

  • They had no time to find any hiding-place better than the general darkness under the

  • trees; Sam and Pippin crouched behind a large tree-bole, while Frodo crept back a few yards

  • towards the lane.

  • It showed grey and pale, a line of fading light through the wood.

  • Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon.

  • The sound of hoofs stopped.

  • As Frodo watched he saw something dark pass across the lighter space between two trees,

  • and then halt.

  • It looked like the black shade of a horse led by a smaller black shadow.

  • The black shadow stood close to the point where they had left the path, and it swayed

  • from side to side.

  • Frodo thought he heard the sound of snuffling.

  • The shadow bent to the ground, and then began to crawl towards him.

  • Once more the desire to slip on the Ring came over Frodo; but this time it was stronger

  • than before.

  • So strong that, almost before he realized what he was doing, his hand was groping in

  • his pocket.

  • But at that moment there came a sound like mingled song and laughter.

  • Clear voices rose and fell in the starlit air.

  • The black shadow straightened up and retreated.

  • It climbed on to the shadowy horse and seemed to vanish across the lane into the darkness

  • on the other side.

  • Frodo breathed again.

  • 'Elves!'

  • exclaimed Sam in a hoarse whisper.

  • 'Elves, sir!'

  • He would have burst out of the trees and dashed off towards the voices, if they had not pulled

  • him back.

  • 'Yes, it is Elves,' said Frodo.

  • 'One can meet them sometimes in the Woody End.

  • They don't live in the Shire, but they wander into it in spring and autumn, out of their

  • own lands away beyond the Tower Hills.

  • I am thankful that they do!

  • You did not see, but that Black Rider stopped just here and was actually crawling towards

  • us when the song began.

  • As soon as he heard the voices he slipped away.'

  • 'What about the Elves?' said Sam, too excited to trouble about the rider.

  • 'Can't we go and see them?'

  • 'Listen!

  • They are coming this way,' said Frodo.

  • 'We have only to wait.'

  • The singing drew nearer.

  • One clear voice rose now above the others.

  • It was singing in the fair elven-tongue, of which Frodo knew only a little, and the others

  • knew nothing.

  • Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in their thought into words

  • which they only partly understood.

  • This was the song as Frodo heard it: Snow-white!

  • Snow-white!

  • O Lady clear!

  • O Queen beyond the Western Seas!

  • O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees!

  • Gilthoniel!

  • O Elbereth!

  • Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!

  • Snow-white!

  • Snow-white!

  • We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea.

  • O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sown,

  • In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown!

  • O Elbereth!

  • Gilthoniel!

  • We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees,

  • Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

  • The song ended.

  • 'These are High Elves!

  • They spoke the name of Elbereth!' said Frodo in amazement.

  • 'Few of that fairest folk are ever seen in the Shire.

  • Not many now remain in Middle-earth, east of the Great Sea.

  • This is indeed a strange chance!'

  • The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside.

  • Before long the Elves came down the lane towards the valley.

  • They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair

  • and in their eyes.

  • They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above

  • the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet.

  • They were now silent, and as the last Elf passed he turned and looked towards the hobbits

  • and laughed.

  • 'Hail, Frodo!' he cried.

  • 'You are abroad late.

  • Or are you perhaps lost?'

  • Then he called aloud to the others, and all the company stopped and gathered round.

  • 'This is indeed wonderful!'

  • they said.

  • 'Three hobbits in a wood at night!

  • We have not seen such a thing since Bilbo went away.

  • What is the meaning of it?'

  • 'The meaning of it, fair people,' said Frodo, 'is simply that we seem to be going

  • the same way as you are.

  • I like walking under the stars.

  • But I would welcome your company.'

  • 'But we have no need of other company, and hobbits are so dull,' they laughed.

  • 'And how do you know that we go the same way as you, for you do not know whither we

  • are going?'

  • 'And how do you know my name?' asked Frodo in return.

  • 'We know many things,' they said.

  • 'We have seen you often before with Bilbo, though you may not have seen us.'

  • 'Who are you, and who is your lord?' asked Frodo.

  • 'I am Gildor,' answered their leader, the Elf who had first hailed him.

  • 'Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finrod.

  • We are Exiles, and most of our kindred have long ago departed and we too are now only

  • tarrying here a while, ere we return over the Great Sea.

  • But some of our kinsfolk dwell still in peace in Rivendell.

  • Come now, Frodo, tell us what you are doing?

  • For we see that there is some shadow of fear upon you.'

  • 'O Wise People!'

  • interrupted Pippin eagerly.

  • 'Tell us about the Black Riders!'

  • 'Black Riders?'

  • they said in low voices.

  • 'Why do you ask about Black Riders?'

  • 'Because two Black Riders have overtaken us today, or one has done so twice,' said

  • Pippin; 'only a little while ago he slipped away as you drew near.'

  • The Elves did not answer at once, but spoke together softly in their own tongue.

  • At length Gildor turned to the hobbits.

  • 'We will not speak of this here,' he said.

  • 'We think you had best come now with us.

  • It is not our custom, but for this time we will take you on our road, and you shall lodge

  • with us tonight, if you will.'

  • 'O Fair Folk!

  • This is good fortune beyond my hope,' said Pippin.

  • Sam was speechless.

  • 'I thank you indeed, Gildor Inglorion,' said Frodo bowing.

  • 'Elenlamenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting,' he added

  • in the High-elven speech.

  • 'Be careful, friends!'

  • cried Gildor laughing.

  • 'Speak no secrets!

  • Here is a scholar in the Ancient Tongue.

  • Bilbo was a good master.

  • Hail, Elf-friend!' he said, bowing to Frodo.

  • 'Come now with your friends and join our company!

  • You had best walk in the middle so that you may not stray.

  • You may be weary before we halt.'

  • 'Why?

  • Where are you going?' asked Frodo.

  • 'For tonight we go to the woods on the hills above Woodhall.

  • It is some miles, but you shall have rest at the end of it, and it will shorten your

  • journey tomorrow.'

  • They now marched on again in silence, and passed like shadows and faint lights: for

  • Elves (even more than hobbits) could walk when they wished without sound or footfall.

  • Pippin soon began to feel sleepy, and staggered once or twice; but each time a tall Elf at

  • his side put out his arm and saved him from a fall.

  • Sam walked along at Frodo's side, as if in a dream, with an expression on his face

  • half of fear and half of astonished joy.

  • The woods on either side became denser; the trees were now younger and thicker; and as

  • the lane went lower, running down into a fold of the hills, there were many deep brakes

  • of hazel on the rising slopes at either hand.

  • At last the Elves turned aside from the path.

  • A green ride lay almost unseen through the thickets on the right; and this they followed

  • as it wound away back up the wooded slopes on to the top of a shoulder of the hills that

  • stood out into the lower land of the river-valley.

  • Suddenly they came out of the shadow of the trees, and before them lay a wide space of

  • grass, grey under the night.

  • On three sides the woods pressed upon it; but eastward the ground fell steeply and the

  • tops of the dark trees, growing at the bottom of the slope, were below their feet.

  • Beyond, the low lands lay dim and flat under the stars.

  • Nearer at hand a few lights twinkled in the village of Woodhall.

  • The Elves sat on the grass and spoke together in soft voices; they seemed to take no further

  • notice of the hobbits.

  • Frodo and his companions wrapped themselves in cloaks and blankets, and drowsiness stole

  • over them.

  • The night grew on, and the lights in the valley went out.

  • Pippin fell asleep, pillowed on a green hillock.

  • Away high in the East swung Remmirath, the Netted Stars, and slowly above the mists red

  • Borgil rose, glowing like a jewel of fire.

  • Then by some shift of airs all the mist was drawn away like a veil, and there leaned up,

  • as he climbed over the rim of the world, the Swordsman of the Sky, Menelvagor with his

  • shining belt.

  • The Elves all burst into song.

  • Suddenly under the trees a fire sprang up with a red light.

  • 'Come!'

  • the Elves called to the hobbits.

  • 'Come!

  • Now is the time for speech and merriment!'

  • Pippin sat up and rubbed his eyes.

  • He shivered.

  • 'There is a fire in the hall, and food for hungry guests,' said an Elf standing before

  • him.

  • At the south end of the greensward there was an opening.

  • There the green floor ran on into the wood, and formed a wide space like a hall, roofed

  • by the boughs of trees.

  • Their great trunks ran like pillars down each side.

  • In the middle there was a wood-fire blazing, and upon the tree-pillars torches with lights

  • of gold and silver were burning steadily.

  • The Elves sat round the fire upon the grass or upon the sawn rings of old trunks.

  • Some went to and fro bearing cups and pouring drink; others brought food on heaped plates

  • and dishes.

  • 'This is poor fare,' they said to the hobbits; 'for we are lodging in the greenwood

  • far from our halls.

  • If ever you are our guests at home, we will treat you better.'

  • 'It seems to me good enough for a birthday-party,' said Frodo.

  • Pippin afterwards recalled little of either food or drink, for his mind was filled with

  • the light upon the elf-faces, and the sound of voices so various and so beautiful that

  • he felt in a waking dream.

  • But he remembered that there was bread, surpassing the savour of a fair white loaf to one who

  • is starving; and fruits sweet as wildberries and richer than the tended fruits of gardens;

  • he drained a cup that was filled with a fragrant draught, cool as a clear fountain, golden

  • as a summer afternoon.

  • Sam could never describe in words, nor picture clearly to himself, what he felt or thought

  • that night, though it remained in his memory as one of the chief events of his life.

  • The nearest he ever got was to say: 'Well, sir, if I could grow apples like that, I would

  • call myself a gardener.

  • But it was the singing that went to my heart, if you know what I mean.'

  • Frodo sat, eating, drinking, and talking with delight; but his mind was chiefly on the words

  • spoken.

  • He knew a little of the elf-speech and listened eagerly.

  • Now and again he spoke to those that served him and thanked them in their own language.

  • They smiled at him and said laughing: 'Here is a jewel among hobbits!'

  • After a while Pippin fell fast asleep, and was lifted up and borne away to a bower under

  • the trees; there he was laid upon a soft bed and slept the rest of the night away.

  • Sam refused to leave his master.

  • When Pippin had gone, he came and sat curled up at Frodo's feet, where at last he nodded

  • and closed his eyes.

  • Frodo remained long awake, talking with Gildor.

  • They spoke of many things, old and new, and Frodo questioned Gildor much about happenings

  • in the wide world outside the Shire.

  • The tidings were mostly sad and ominous: of gathering darkness, the wars of Men, and the

  • flight of the Elves.

  • At last Frodo asked the question that was nearest to his heart:

  • 'Tell me, Gildor, have you ever seen Bilbo since he left us?'

  • Gildor smiled.

  • 'Yes,' he answered.

  • 'Twice.

  • He said farewell to us on this very spot.

  • But I saw him once again, far from here.'

  • He would say no more about Bilbo, and Frodo fell silent.

  • 'You do not ask me or tell me much that concerns yourself, Frodo,' said Gildor.

  • 'But I already know a little, and I can read more in your face and in the thought

  • behind your questions.

  • You are leaving the Shire, and yet you doubt that you will find what you seek, or accomplish

  • what you intend, or that you will ever return.

  • Is not that so?'

  • 'It is,' said Frodo; 'but I thought my going was a secret known only to Gandalf

  • and my faithful Sam.'

  • He looked down at Sam, who was snoring gently.

  • 'The secret will not reach the Enemy from us,' said Gildor.

  • 'The Enemy?' said Frodo.

  • 'Then you know why I am leaving the Shire?'

  • 'I do not know for what reason the Enemy is pursuing you,' answered Gildor; 'but

  • I perceive that he isstrange indeed though that seems to me.

  • And I warn you that peril is now both before you and behind you, and upon either side.'

  • 'You mean the Riders?

  • I feared that they were servants of the Enemy.

  • What are the Black Riders?'

  • 'Has Gandalf told you nothing?'

  • 'Nothing about such creatures.'

  • 'Then I think it is not for me to say morelest terror should keep you from your

  • journey.

  • For it seems to me that you have set out only just in time, if indeed you are in time.

  • You must now make haste, and neither stay nor turn back; for the Shire is no longer

  • any protection to you.'

  • 'I cannot imagine what information could be more terrifying than your hints and warnings,'

  • exclaimed Frodo.

  • 'I knew that danger lay ahead, of course; but I did not expect to meet it in our own

  • Shire.

  • Can't a hobbit walk from the Water to the River in peace?'

  • 'But it is not your own Shire,' said Gildor.

  • 'Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits

  • are no more.

  • The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence

  • it out.'

  • 'I knowand yet it has always seemed so safe and familiar.

  • What can I do now?

  • My plan was to leave the Shire secretly, and make my way to Rivendell; but now my footsteps

  • are dogged, before ever I get to Buckland.'

  • 'I think you should still follow that plan,' said Gildor.

  • 'I do not think the Road will prove too hard for your courage.

  • But if you desire clearer counsel, you should ask Gandalf.

  • I do not know the reason for your flight, and therefore I do not know by what means

  • your pursuers will assail you.

  • These things Gandalf must know.

  • I suppose that you will see him before you leave the Shire?'

  • 'I hope so.

  • But that is another thing that makes me anxious.

  • I have been expecting Gandalf for many days.

  • He was to have come to Hobbiton at the latest two nights ago; but he has never appeared.

  • Now I am wondering what can have happened.

  • Should I wait for him?'

  • Gildor was silent for a moment.

  • 'I do not like this news,' he said at last.

  • 'That Gandalf should be late, does not bode well.

  • But it is said: Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick

  • to anger.

  • The choice is yours: to go or wait.'

  • 'And it is also said,' answered Frodo: 'Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they

  • will say both no and yes.'

  • 'Is it indeed?'

  • laughed Gildor.

  • 'Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the

  • wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

  • But what would you?

  • You have not told me all concerning yourself; and how then shall I choose better than you?

  • But if you demand advice, I will for friendship's sake give it.

  • I think you should now go at once, without delay; and if Gandalf does not come before

  • you set out, then I also advise this: do not go alone.

  • Take such friends as are trusty and willing.

  • Now you should be grateful, for I do not give this counsel gladly.

  • The Elves have their own labours and their own sorrows, and they are little concerned

  • with the ways of hobbits, or of any other creatures upon earth.

  • Our paths cross theirs seldom, by chance or purpose.

  • In this meeting there may be more than chance; but the purpose is not clear to me, and I

  • fear to say too much.'

  • 'I am deeply grateful,' said Frodo; 'but I wish you would tell me plainly what the

  • Black Riders are.

  • If I take your advice I may not see Gandalf for a long while, and I ought to know what

  • is the danger that pursues me.'

  • 'Is it not enough to know that they are servants of the Enemy?'

  • answered Gildor.

  • 'Flee them!

  • Speak no words to them!

  • They are deadly.

  • Ask no more of me!

  • But my heart forbodes that, ere all is ended, you, Frodo son of Drogo, will know more of

  • these fell things than Gildor Inglorion.

  • May Elbereth protect you!'

  • 'But where shall I find courage?' asked Frodo.

  • 'That is what I chiefly need.'

  • 'Courage is found in unlikely places,' said Gildor.

  • 'Be of good hope!

  • Sleep now!

  • In the morning we shall have gone; but we will send our messages through the lands.

  • The Wandering Companies shall know of your journey, and those that have power for good

  • shall be on the watch.

  • I name you Elf-friend; and may the stars shine upon the end of your road!

  • Seldom have we had such delight in strangers, and it is fair to hear words of the Ancient

  • Speech from the lips of other wanderers in the world.'

  • Frodo felt sleep coming upon him, even as Gildor finished speaking.

  • 'I will sleep now,' he said; and the Elf led him to a bower beside Pippin, and he threw

  • himself upon a bed and fell at once into a dreamless slumber.

Chapter 3 THREE IS COMPANY

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The fellowship of the Ring Book 1 |Chapter 3| Three is Company(The fellowship of the Ring Book 1 |Chapter 3| Three is Company)

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    林宜悉 に公開 2023 年 07 月 17 日
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