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It
was
the
sound
of
water
that
Merry
heard
faling
into
his
quiet
sleep
:
water
streaming
down
gently
,
and
then
spreading
,
spreading
irresistibly
all
round
the
house
into
a
dark
shoreless
pool
.
It
gurgled
under
the
wals
,
and
was
rising
slowly
but
surely
.
"
I
shal
be
drowned
!
"
he
thought
.
It
will
find
its
way
in
,
and
then
I
shal
drown
.
"
He
felt
that
he
was
lying
in
a
soft
slimy
bog
,
and
springing
up
he
set
his
fool
on
the
corner
of
a
cold
hard
flagstone
.
Then
he
remembered
where
he
was
and
lay
down
again
.
He
seemed
to
hear
or
remember
hearing
:
"
Nothing
passes
doors
or
windows
save
moonlight
and
starlight
and
the
wind
off
the
hil-top
.
"
A
little
breath
of
sweet
air
moved
the
curtain
.
He
breathed
deep
and
fell
asleep
again
.
As
far
as
he
could
remember
,
Sam
slept
through
the
night
in
deep
content
,
if
logs
are
contented
.
They
woke
up
,
all
four
at
once
,
in
the
morning
light
.
Tom
was
moving
about
the
room
whistling
like
a
starling
.
When
he
heard
them
stir
he
clapped
his
hands
,
and
cried
:
"
Hey
!
Come
merry
dol
!
derry
dol
!
My
hearties
!
"
He
drew
back
the
yelow
curtains
,
and
the
hobbits
saw
that
these
had
covered
the
windows
,
at
either
end
of
the
room
,
one
looking
east
and
the
other
looking
west
.
They
leapt
up
refreshed
.
Frodo
ran
to
the
eastern
window
,
and
found
himself
looking
into
a
kitchen-garden
grey
with
dew
.
He
had
half
expected
to
see
turf
right
up
to
the
wals
,
turf
all
pocked
with
hoof-prints
.
Actualy
his
view
was
screened
by
a
tall
line
of
beans
on
poles
;
but
above
and
far
beyond
them
the
grey
top
of
the
hill
loomed
up
against
the
sunrise
.
It
was
a
pale
morning
:
in
the
East
,
behind
long
clouds
like
lines
of
soiled
wool
stained
red
at
the
edges
,
lay
glimmering
deeps
of
yelow
.
The
sky
spoke
of
rain
to
come
;
but
the
light
was
broadening
quickly
,
and
the
red
flowers
on
the
beans
began
to
glow
against
the
wet
green
leaves
.
Pippin
looked
out
of
the
western
window
,
down
into
a
pool
of
mist
.
The
Forest
was
hidden
under
a
fog
.
It
was
like
looking
down
on
to
a
sloping
cloud-roof
from
above
.
There
was
a
fold
or
channel
where
the
mist
was
broken
into
many
plumes
and
bilows
;
the
valey
of
the
Withywindle
.
The
stream
ran
down
the
hill
on
the
left
and
vanished
into
the
white
shadows
.
Near
at
hand
was
a
flower-garden
and
a
clipped
hedge
silver-netted
,
and
beyond
that
grey
shaven
grass
pale
with
dew-drops
.
There
was
no
wilow-tree
to
be
seen
.
"
Good
morning
,
merry
friends
!
"
cried
Tom
,
opening
the
eastern
window
wide
.
A
cool
air
flowed
in
;
it
had
a
rainy
smell
.
"
Sun
wo
n't
show
her
face
much
today
.
I
'm
thinking
.
I
have
been
walking
wide
,
leaping
on
the
hiltops
,
since
the
grey
dawn
began
,
nosing
wind
and
weather
,
wet
grass
underfoot
,
wet
sky
above
me
.
I
wakened
Goldberry
singing
under
window
;
but
nought
wakes
hobbit-folk
in
the
early
morning
.
In
the
night
little
folk
wake
up
in
the
darkness
,
and
sleep
after
light
has
come
!
Ring
a
ding
dilo
!
Wake
now
,
my
merry
friends
!
Forget
the
nightly
noises
!
Ring
a
ding
dilo
del
!
derry
del
,
my
hearties
!
If
you
come
soon
you
'll
find
breakfast
on
the
table
.
If
you
come
late
you
'll
get
grass
and
rain-water
!
"
Needless
to
say
-
not
that
Tom
's
threat
sounded
very
serious
-
the
hobbits
came
soon
,
and
left
the
table
late
and
only
when
it
was
beginning
lo
look
rather
empty
.
Neither
Tom
nor
Goldberry
were
there
.
