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Sigh
no
more
Pine
,
till
the
wind
of
the
morn
!
Fall
Moon
!
Dark
be
the
land
!
Hush
!
Hush
!
Oak
,
Ash
,
and
Thorn
!
Hushed
be
all
water
,
till
dawn
is
at
hand
!
"
"
Well
,
Merry
People
!
"
said
Bilbo
looking
out
.
"
What
time
by
the
moon
is
this
?
Your
lullaby
would
waken
a
drunken
goblin
!
Yet
I
thank
you
.
"
"
And
your
snores
would
waken
a
stone
dragon
-
yet
we
thank
you
,
"
they
answered
with
laughter
.
"
It
is
drawing
towards
dawn
,
and
you
have
slept
now
since
the
night
's
beginning
.
Tomorrow
,
perhaps
,
you
will
be
cured
of
weariness
.
"
"
A
little
sleep
does
a
great
cure
in
the
house
of
Elrond
,
"
said
he
;
"
but
I
will
take
all
the
cure
I
can
get
.
A
second
good
night
,
fair
friends
!
"
And
with
that
he
went
back
to
bed
and
slept
till
late
morning
.
Weariness
fell
from
him
soon
in
that
house
,
and
he
had
many
a
merry
jest
and
dance
,
early
and
late
,
with
the
elves
of
the
valley
.
Yet
even
that
place
could
not
long
delay
him
now
,
and
he
thought
always
of
his
own
home
.
After
a
week
,
therefore
,
he
said
farewell
to
Elrond
,
and
giving
him
such
small
gifts
as
he
would
accept
,
he
rode
away
with
Gandalf
.
Even
as
they
left
the
valley
the
sky
darkened
in
the
West
before
them
,
and
wind
and
rain
came
up
to
meet
them
.
"
Merry
is
May-time
!
"
said
Bilbo
,
as
the
rain
beat
into
his
face
.
"
But
our
back
is
to
legends
and
we
are
coming
home
.
I
suppose
this
is
a
first
taste
of
it
.
"
"
There
is
a
long
road
yet
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
But
it
is
the
last
road
,
"
said
Bilbo
.
They
came
to
the
river
that
marked
the
very
edge
of
the
borderland
of
the
Wild
,
and
to
the
ford
beneath
the
steep
bank
,
which
you
may
remember
.
The
water
was
swollen
both
with
the
melting
of
the
snows
at
the
approach
of
summer
,
and
with
the
daylong
rain
;
but
they
crossed
with
some
difficulty
,
and
pressed
forward
,
as
evening
fell
,
on
the
last
stage
of
their
journey
.
This
was
much
as
it
had
been
before
,
except
that
the
company
was
smaller
,
and
more
silent
;
also
this
time
there
were
no
trolls
.
At
each
point
on
the
road
Bilbo
recalled
the
happenings
and
the
words
of
a
year
ago-it
seemed
to
him
more
like
ten-so
that
,
of
course
,
he
quickly
noted
the
place
where
the
pony
had
fallen
in
the
river
,
and
they
had
turned
aside
for
their
nasty
adventure
with
Tom
and
Bert
and
Bill
.
Not
far
from
the
road
they
found
the
gold
of
the
trolls
,
which
they
had
buried
,
still
hidden
and
untouched
.
"
I
have
enough
to
last
me
my
time
,
"
said
Bilbo
,
when
they
had
dug
it
up
.
"
You
had
better
take
this
,
Gandalf
.
I
daresay
you
can
find
a
use
for
it
.
"
