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Fear
no
alder
black
!
Heed
no
hoary
wilow
!
Fear
neither
root
nor
bough
!
Tom
goes
on
before
you
.
Hey
now
!
merry
dot
!
We
'll
be
waiting
for
you
!
After
that
the
hobbits
heard
no
more
.
Almost
at
once
the
sun
seemed
to
sink
into
the
trees
behind
them
.
They
thought
of
the
slanting
light
of
evening
glittering
on
the
Brandywine
River
,
and
the
windows
of
Bucklebury
beginning
to
gleam
with
hundreds
of
lights
.
Great
shadows
fell
across
them
;
trunks
and
branches
of
trees
hung
dark
and
threatening
over
the
path
.
White
mists
began
to
rise
and
curl
on
the
surface
of
the
river
and
stray
about
the
roots
of
the
trees
upon
its
borders
.
Out
of
the
very
ground
at
their
feet
a
shadowy
steam
arose
and
mingled
with
the
swiftly
faling
dusk
.
It
became
difficult
to
folow
the
path
,
and
they
were
very
tired
.
Their
legs
seemed
leaden
.
Strange
furtive
noises
ran
among
the
bushes
and
reeds
on
either
side
of
them
;
and
if
they
looked
up
to
the
pale
sky
,
they
caught
sight
of
queer
gnarled
and
knobbly
faces
that
gloomed
dark
against
the
twilight
,
and
leered
down
at
them
from
the
high
bank
and
the
edges
of
the
wood
.
They
began
to
feel
that
all
this
country
was
unreal
,
and
that
they
were
stumbling
through
an
ominous
dream
that
led
to
no
awakening
.
Just
as
they
felt
their
feet
slowing
down
to
a
standstil
,
they
noticed
that
the
ground
was
gently
rising
.
The
water
began
to
murmur
.
In
the
darkness
they
caught
the
white
glimmer
of
foam
,
where
the
river
flowed
over
a
short
fal
.
Then
suddenly
the
trees
came
to
an
end
and
the
mists
were
left
behind
.
They
stepped
out
from
the
Forest
,
and
found
a
wide
sweep
of
grass
weling
up
before
them
.
The
river
,
now
small
and
swift
,
was
leaping
merrily
down
to
meet
them
,
glinting
here
and
there
in
the
light
of
the
stars
,
which
were
already
shining
in
the
sky
.
The
grass
under
their
feet
was
smooth
and
short
,
as
if
it
had
been
mown
or
shaven
.
The
eaves
of
the
Forest
behind
were
clipped
,
and
trim
as
a
hedge
.
The
path
was
now
plain
before
them
,
wel-tended
and
bordered
with
stone
.
It
wound
up
on
to
the
top
of
a
grassy
knol
,
now
grey
under
the
pale
starry
night
;
and
there
,
still
high
above
them
on
a
further
slope
,
they
saw
the
twinkling
lights
of
a
house
.
Down
again
the
path
went
,
and
then
up
again
,
up
a
long
smooth
hilside
of
turf
,
towards
the
light
.
Suddenly
a
wide
yelow
beam
flowed
out
brightly
from
a
door
that
was
opened
.
There
was
Tom
Bombadil
's
house
before
them
,
up
,
down
,
under
hil
.
Behind
it
a
steep
shoulder
of
the
land
lay
grey
and
bare
,
and
beyond
that
the
dark
shapes
of
the
Barrow-downs
stalked
away
into
the
eastern
night
.
They
all
hurried
forward
,
hobbits
and
ponies
.
Already
half
their
weariness
and
all
their
fears
had
falen
from
them
.
Hey
!
Come
merry
dol
!
roled
out
the
song
to
greet
them
.
