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"
Who
?
What
?
"
shouted
Frodo
,
rushing
round
to
the
other
side
of
the
tree
.
"
Put
it
out
!
Put
it
out
!
"
begged
Merry
.
The
branches
of
the
wilow
began
to
sway
violently
.
There
was
a
sound
as
of
a
wind
rising
and
spreading
outwards
to
the
branches
of
all
the
other
trees
round
about
,
as
though
they
had
dropped
a
stone
into
the
quiet
slumber
of
the
river-valey
and
set
up
ripples
of
anger
that
ran
out
over
the
whole
Forest
.
Sam
kicked
at
the
little
fire
and
stamped
out
the
sparks
.
But
Frodo
,
without
any
clear
idea
of
why
he
did
so
,
or
what
he
hoped
for
,
ran
along
the
path
crying
help
!
help
!
help
!
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
could
hardly
hear
the
sound
of
his
own
shril
voice
:
it
was
blown
away
from
him
by
the
wilow-wind
and
drowned
in
a
clamour
of
leaves
,
as
soon
as
the
words
left
his
mouth
.
He
felt
desperate
:
lost
and
witless
.
Suddenly
he
slopped
.
There
was
an
answer
,
or
so
he
thought
;
but
it
seemed
to
come
from
behind
him
,
away
down
the
path
further
back
in
the
Forest
.
He
turned
round
and
listened
,
and
soon
there
could
be
no
doubt
:
someone
was
singing
a
song
;
a
deep
glad
voice
was
singing
carelessly
and
happily
,
but
it
was
singing
nonsense
:
Hey
dol
!
merry
dol
!
ring
a
dong
dilo
!
Ring
a
dong
!
hop
along
!
fall
lall
the
wilow
!
Tom
Bom
,
joly
Tom
,
Tom
Bombadilo
!
Half
hopeful
and
half
afraid
of
some
new
danger
,
Frodo
and
Sam
now
both
stood
still
.
Suddenly
out
of
a
long
string
of
nonsense-words
(
or
so
they
seemed
)
the
voice
rose
up
loud
and
clear
and
burst
into
this
song
:
