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The
leaves
fluttering
against
the
bright
sky
dazzled
him
,
and
he
toppled
over
,
lying
where
he
fell
upon
the
grass
.
Merry
and
Pippin
dragged
themselves
forward
and
lay
down
with
their
backs
to
the
wilow-trunk
.
Behind
them
the
great
cracks
gaped
wide
to
receive
them
as
the
tree
swayed
and
creaked
.
They
looked
up
at
the
grey
and
yelow
leaves
,
moving
softly
against
the
light
,
and
singing
.
They
shut
their
eyes
,
and
then
it
seemed
that
they
could
almost
hear
words
,
cool
words
,
saying
something
about
water
and
sleep
.
They
gave
themselves
up
to
the
spell
and
fell
fast
asleep
at
the
foot
of
the
great
grey
wilow
.
Frodo
lay
for
a
while
fighting
with
the
sleep
that
was
overpowering
him
;
then
with
an
effort
he
struggled
to
his
feel
again
.
He
felt
a
compeling
desire
for
cool
water
.
"
Wait
for
me
,
Sam
,
"
he
stammered
.
"
Must
bathe
feet
a
minute
.
"
Half
in
a
dream
he
wandered
forward
to
the
riverward
side
of
the
tree
,
where
great
winding
roots
grew
out
into
the
stream
,
like
gnarled
dragonets
straining
down
to
drink
.
He
straddled
one
of
these
,
and
paddled
his
hot
feel
in
the
cool
brown
water
;
and
there
he
too
suddenly
fell
asleep
with
his
back
against
the
tree
.
Sam
sat
down
and
scratched
his
head
,
and
yawned
like
a
cavern
.
He
was
worried
.
The
afternoon
was
getting
late
,
and
he
thought
this
sudden
sleepiness
uncanny
.
"
There
's
more
behind
this
than
sun
and
warm
air
,
"
he
muttered
to
himself
.
"
I
do
n't
like
this
great
big
tree
.
I
do
n't
trust
it
.
Hark
at
it
singing
about
sleep
now
!
This
wo
n't
do
at
al
!
"
He
puled
himself
to
his
feet
,
and
staggered
off
to
see
what
had
become
of
the
ponies
.
He
found
that
two
had
wandered
on
a
good
way
along
the
path
;
and
he
had
just
caught
them
and
brought
them
back
towards
the
others
,
when
he
heard
two
noises
;
one
loud
,
and
the
other
soft
but
very
clear
.
One
was
the
splash
of
something
heavy
faling
into
the
water
;
the
other
was
a
noise
like
the
snick
of
a
lock
when
a
door
quietly
closes
fast
.
He
rushed
back
to
the
bank
.
Frodo
was
in
the
water
close
to
the
edge
,
and
a
great
tree-root
seemed
to
be
over
him
and
holding
him
down
,
but
he
was
not
struggling
.
Sam
gripped
him
by
the
jacket
,
and
dragged
him
from
under
the
root
;
and
then
with
difficulty
hauled
him
on
to
the
bank
.
Almost
at
once
he
woke
,
and
coughed
and
spluttered
.
"
Do
you
know
,
Sam
,
"
he
said
at
length
,
'
the
beastly
tree
threw
me
in
!
I
felt
it
.
The
big
root
just
twisted
round
and
tipped
me
in
!
"
"
You
were
dreaming
I
expect
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
You
should
n't
sit
in
such
a
place
,
if
you
feel
sleepy
.
"
"
What
about
the
others
?
"
Frodo
asked
.
"
I
wonder
what
sort
of
dreams
they
are
having
.
"
They
went
round
to
the
other
side
of
the
tree
,
and
then
Sam
understood
the
click
that
he
had
heard
.
Pippin
had
vanished
.
The
crack
by
which
he
had
laid
himself
had
closed
together
,
so
that
not
a
chink
could
be
seen
.
Merry
was
trapped
:
another
crack
had
closed
about
his
waist
;
his
legs
lay
outside
,
but
the
rest
of
him
was
inside
a
dark
opening
,
the
edges
of
which
gripped
like
a
pair
of
pincers
.
