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By
fire
,
sun
and
moon
,
harken
now
and
hear
us
!
Come
,
Tom
Bombadil
,
for
our
need
is
near
us
!
When
they
had
sung
this
altogether
after
him
,
he
clapped
them
each
on
the
shoulder
with
a
laugh
,
and
taking
candles
led
them
back
to
their
bedroom
.
That
night
they
heard
no
noises
.
But
either
in
his
dreams
or
out
of
them
,
he
could
not
tell
which
,
Frodo
heard
a
sweet
singing
running
in
his
mind
:
a
song
that
seemed
to
come
like
a
pale
light
behind
a
grey
rain-curtain
,
and
growing
stronger
to
turn
the
veil
all
to
glass
and
silver
,
until
at
last
it
was
rolled
back
,
and
a
far
green
country
opened
before
him
under
a
swift
sunrise
.
The
vision
melted
into
waking
;
and
there
was
Tom
whistling
like
a
tree-full
of
birds
;
and
the
sun
was
already
slanting
down
the
hill
and
through
the
open
window
.
Outside
everything
was
green
and
pale
gold
.
After
breakfast
,
which
they
again
ate
alone
,
they
made
ready
to
say
farewell
,
as
nearly
heavy
of
heart
as
was
possible
on
such
a
morning
:
cool
,
bright
,
and
clean
under
a
washed
autumn
sky
of
thin
blue
.
The
air
came
fresh
from
the
Northwest
.
Their
quiet
ponies
were
almost
frisky
,
sniffing
and
moving
restlessly
.
Tom
came
out
of
the
house
and
waved
his
hat
and
danced
upon
the
doorstep
,
bidding
the
hobbits
to
get
up
and
be
off
and
go
with
good
speed
.
They
rode
off
along
a
path
that
wound
away
from
behind
the
house
,
and
went
slanting
up
towards
the
north
end
of
the
hill-brow
under
which
it
sheltered
.
They
had
just
dismounted
to
lead
their
ponies
up
the
last
steep
slope
,
when
suddenly
Frodo
stopped
.
'
Goldberry
!
'
he
cried
.
'
My
fair
lady
,
clad
all
in
silver
green
!
We
have
never
said
farewell
to
her
,
nor
seen
her
since
the
evening
!
'
He
was
so
distressed
that
he
turned
back
;
but
at
that
moment
a
clear
call
came
rippling
down
.
There
on
the
hill-brow
she
stood
beckoning
to
them
:
her
hair
was
flying
loose
,
and
as
it
caught
the
sun
it
shone
and
shimmered
.
A
light
like
the
glint
of
water
on
dewy
grass
flashed
from
under
her
feet
as
she
danced
.
They
hastened
up
the
last
slope
,
and
stood
breathless
beside
her
.
They
bowed
,
but
with
a
wave
of
her
arm
she
bade
them
look
round
;
and
they
looked
out
from
the
hill-top
over
lands
under
the
morning
.
It
was
now
as
clear
and
far-seen
as
it
had
been
veiled
and
misty
when
they
stood
upon
the
knoll
in
the
Forest
,
which
could
now
be
seen
rising
pale
and
green
out
of
the
dark
trees
in
the
West
.
In
that
direction
the
land
rose
in
wooded
ridges
,
green
,
yellow
,
russet
under
the
sun
,
beyond
which
lay
hidden
the
valley
of
the
Brandywine
.
To
the
South
,
over
the
line
of
the
Withywindle
,
there
was
a
distant
glint
like
pale
glass
where
the
Brandywine
River
made
a
great
loop
in
the
lowlands
and
flowed
away
out
of
the
knowledge
of
the
hobbits
.
Northward
beyond
the
dwindling
downs
the
land
ran
away
in
flats
and
swellings
of
grey
and
green
and
pale
earth-colours
,
until
it
faded
into
a
featureless
and
shadowy
distance
.
Eastward
the
Barrow-downs
rose
,
ridge
behind
ridge
into
the
morning
,
and
vanished
out
of
eyesight
into
a
guess
:
it
was
no
more
than
a
guess
of
blue
and
a
remote
white
glimmer
blending
with
the
hem
of
the
sky
,
but
it
spoke
to
them
,
out
of
memory
and
old
tales
,
of
the
high
and
distant
mountains
.
