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Tom
could
be
heard
about
the
house
,
clattering
in
the
kitchen
,
and
up
and
down
the
stairs
,
and
singing
here
and
there
outside
.
The
room
looked
westward
over
the
mist-clouded
valey
,
and
the
window
was
open
.
Water
dripped
down
from
the
thatched
eaves
above
.
Before
they
had
finished
breakfast
the
clouds
had
joined
into
an
unbroken
roof
,
and
a
straight
grey
rain
came
softly
and
steadily
down
.
Behind
its
deep
curtain
the
Forest
was
completely
veiled
.
As
they
looked
out
of
the
window
there
came
faling
gently
as
if
it
was
flowing
down
the
rain
out
of
the
sky
,
the
clear
voice
of
Goldberry
singing
up
above
them
.
They
could
hear
few
words
,
but
it
seemed
plain
to
them
that
the
song
was
a
rain-song
,
as
sweet
as
showers
on
dry
hils
,
that
told
the
tale
of
a
river
from
the
spring
in
the
highlands
to
the
Sea
far
below
.
The
hobbits
listened
with
delight
;
and
Frodo
was
glad
in
his
heart
,
and
blessed
the
kindly
weather
,
because
it
delayed
them
from
departing
.
The
thought
of
going
had
been
heavy
upon
him
from
the
moment
he
awoke
;
but
he
guessed
now
that
they
would
not
go
further
that
day
.
The
upper
wind
settled
in
the
West
and
deeper
and
wetter
clouds
roled
up
to
spil
their
laden
rain
on
the
bare
heads
of
the
Downs
.
Nothing
could
be
seen
all
round
the
house
but
faling
water
.
Frodo
stood
near
the
open
door
and
watched
the
white
chalky
path
turn
into
a
little
river
of
milk
and
go
bubbling
away
down
into
the
valey
.
Tom
Bombadil
came
trotting
round
the
corner
of
the
house
,
waving
his
arms
as
if
he
was
warding
off
the
rain
-
and
indeed
when
he
sprang
over
the
threshold
he
seemed
quite
dry
,
except
for
his
boots
.
These
he
took
off
and
put
in
the
chimney-corner
.
Then
he
sat
in
the
largest
chair
and
caled
the
hobbits
to
gather
round
him
.
"
This
is
Goldberry
's
washing
day
,
"
he
said
,
'
and
her
autumn-cleaning
.
Too
wet
for
hobbit-folk
-
let
them
rest
while
they
are
able
!
It
's
a
good
day
for
long
tales
,
for
questions
and
for
answers
,
so
Tom
will
start
the
talking
.
"
He
then
told
them
many
remarkable
stories
,
sometimes
half
as
if
speaking
to
himself
,
sometimes
looking
at
them
suddenly
with
a
bright
blue
eye
under
his
deep
brows
.
Often
his
voice
would
turn
to
song
,
and
he
would
get
out
of
his
chair
and
dance
about
.
He
told
them
tales
of
bees
and
flowers
,
the
ways
of
trees
,
and
the
strange
creatures
of
the
Forest
,
about
the
evil
things
and
good
things
,
things
friendly
and
things
unfriendly
,
cruel
things
and
kind
things
,
and
secrets
hidden
under
brambles
.
As
they
listened
,
they
began
to
understand
the
lives
of
the
Forest
,
apart
from
themselves
,
indeed
to
feel
themselves
as
the
strangers
where
all
other
things
were
at
home
.
Moving
constantly
in
and
out
of
his
talk
was
Old
Man
Wilow
,
and
Frodo
learned
now
enough
to
content
him
,
indeed
more
than
enough
,
for
it
was
not
comfortable
lore
.
Tom
's
words
laid
bare
the
hearts
of
trees
and
their
thoughts
,
which
were
often
dark
and
strange
,
and
filed
with
a
hatred
of
things
that
go
free
upon
the
earth
,
gnawing
,
biting
,
breaking
,
hacking
,
burning
:
destroyers
and
usurpers
.
It
was
not
caled
the
Old
Forest
without
reason
,
for
it
was
indeed
ancient
,
a
survivor
of
vast
forgotten
woods
;
and
in
it
there
lived
yet
,
ageing
no
quicker
than
the
hils
,
the
fathers
of
the
fathers
of
trees
,
remembering
times
when
they
were
lords
.
The
countless
years
had
filed
them
with
pride
and
rooted
wisdom
,
and
with
malice
.
But
none
were
more
dangerous
than
the
Great
Wilow
:
his
heart
was
rotten
,
but
his
strength
was
green
;
and
he
was
cunning
,
and
a
master
of
winds
,
and
his
song
and
thought
ran
through
the
woods
on
both
sides
of
the
river
.
His
grey
thirsty
spirit
drew
power
out
of
the
earth
and
spread
like
fine
root-threads
in
the
ground
,
and
invisible
twig-fingers
in
the
air
,
till
it
had
under
its
dominion
nearly
all
the
trees
of
the
Forest
from
the
Hedge
to
the
Downs
.
Suddenly
Tom
's
talk
left
the
woods
and
went
leaping
up
the
young
stream
,
over
bubbling
waterfals
,
over
pebbles
and
worn
rocks
,
and
among
small
flowers
in
close
grass
and
wet
crannies
,
wandering
at
last
up
on
to
the
Downs
.
They
heard
of
the
Great
Barrows
,
and
the
green
mounds
,
and
the
stone-rings
upon
the
hils
and
in
the
holows
among
the
hils
.
Sheep
were
bleating
in
flocks
.
Green
wals
and
white
wals
rose
.
There
were
fortresses
on
the
heights
.
Kings
of
little
kingdoms
fought
together
,
and
the
young
Sun
shone
like
fire
on
the
red
metal
of
their
new
and
greedy
swords
.
There
was
victory
and
defeat
;
and
towers
fel
,
fortresses
were
burned
,
and
flames
went
up
into
the
sky
.
Gold
was
piled
on
the
biers
of
dead
kings
and
queens
;
and
mounds
covered
them
,
and
the
stone
doors
were
shut
;
and
the
grass
grew
over
al.
.
Sheep
walked
for
a
while
biting
the
grass
,
but
soon
the
hils
were
empty
again
.
A
shadow
came
out
of
dark
places
far
away
,
and
the
bones
were
stirred
in
the
mounds
.
Barrow-wights
walked
in
the
holow
places
with
a
clink
of
rings
on
cold
fingers
,
and
gold
chains
in
the
wind
.
"
Stone
rings
grinned
out
of
the
ground
like
broken
teeth
in
the
moonlight
.
