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It
was
a
supper
even
better
than
before
.
The
hobbits
under
the
spell
of
Tom
's
words
may
have
missed
one
meal
or
many
,
but
when
the
food
was
before
them
it
seemed
at
least
a
week
since
they
had
eaten
.
They
did
not
sing
or
even
speak
much
for
a
while
,
and
paid
close
attention
to
business
.
But
after
a
time
their
hearts
and
spirit
rose
high
again
,
and
their
voices
rang
out
in
mirth
and
laughter
.
After
they
had
eaten
,
Goldberry
sang
many
songs
for
them
,
songs
that
began
merrily
in
the
hils
and
fell
softly
down
into
silence
;
and
in
the
silences
they
saw
in
their
minds
pools
and
waters
wider
than
any
they
had
known
,
and
looking
into
them
they
saw
the
sky
below
them
and
the
stars
like
jewels
in
the
depths
.
Then
once
more
she
wished
them
each
good
night
and
left
them
by
the
fireside
.
But
Tom
now
seemed
wide
awake
and
plied
them
with
questions
.
He
appeared
already
to
know
much
about
them
and
all
their
families
,
and
indeed
to
know
much
of
all
the
history
and
doings
of
the
Shire
down
from
days
hardly
remembered
among
the
hobbits
themselves
.
It
no
longer
surprised
them
;
but
he
made
no
secret
that
he
owed
his
recent
knowledge
largely
to
Farmer
Maggot
,
whom
he
seemed
to
regard
as
a
person
of
more
importance
than
they
had
imagined
.
"
There
's
earth
under
his
old
feet
,
and
clay
on
his
fingers
;
wisdom
in
his
bones
,
and
both
his
eyes
are
open
,
"
said
Tom
.
It
was
also
clear
that
Tom
had
dealings
with
the
Elves
,
and
it
seemed
that
in
some
fashion
,
news
had
reached
him
from
Gildor
concerning
the
flight
of
Frodo
.
Indeed
so
much
did
Tom
know
,
and
so
cunning
was
his
questioning
,
that
Frodo
found
himself
teling
him
more
about
Bilbo
and
his
own
hopes
and
fears
than
he
had
told
before
even
to
Gandalf
.
Tom
wagged
his
head
up
and
down
,
and
there
was
a
glint
in
his
eyes
when
he
heard
of
the
Riders
.
"
Show
me
the
precious
Ring
!
"
he
said
suddenly
in
the
midst
of
the
story
:
and
Frodo
,
to
his
own
astonishment
,
drew
out
the
chain
from
his
pocket
,
and
unfastening
the
Ring
handed
it
at
once
to
Tom
.
It
seemed
to
grow
larger
as
it
lay
for
a
moment
on
his
big
brown-skinned
hand
.
Then
suddenly
he
put
it
to
his
eye
and
laughed
.
For
a
second
the
hobbits
had
a
vision
,
both
comical
and
alarming
,
of
his
bright
blue
eye
gleaming
through
a
circle
of
gold
.
Then
Tom
put
the
Ring
round
the
end
of
his
little
finger
and
held
it
up
to
the
candlelight
.
For
a
moment
the
hobbits
noticed
nothing
strange
about
this
.
Then
they
gasped
.
There
was
no
sign
of
Tom
disappearing
!
Tom
laughed
again
,
and
then
he
spun
the
Ring
in
the
air
-
and
it
vanished
with
a
flash
.
Frodo
gave
a
cry
-
and
Tom
leaned
forward
and
handed
it
back
to
him
with
a
smile
.
Frodo
looked
at
it
closely
,
and
rather
suspiciously
(
like
one
who
has
lent
a
trinket
to
a
juggler
)
.
It
was
the
same
Ring
,
or
looked
the
same
and
weighed
the
same
:
for
that
Ring
had
always
seemed
to
Frodo
to
weigh
strangely
heavy
in
the
hand
.
But
something
prompted
him
to
make
sure
.
He
was
perhaps
a
trifle
annoyed
with
Tom
for
seeming
to
make
so
light
of
what
even
Gandalf
thought
so
perilously
important
.
He
waited
for
an
opportunity
,
when
the
talk
was
going
again
,
and
Tom
was
teling
an
absurd
story
about
badgers
and
their
queer
ways
-
then
he
slipped
the
Ring
on
.
