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"
They
call
me
that
in
Bree
,
"
said
Strider
laughing
,
"
and
that
is
how
I
was
introduced
to
him
.
"
"
And
why
do
you
call
him
Dunadan
?
"
asked
Frodo
.
"
TheDunadan
,
"
said
Bilbo
.
"
He
is
often
called
that
here
.
But
I
thought
you
knew
enough
Elvish
at
least
to
knowdun-udan
:
Man
of
the
West
,
Numenorean
.
But
this
is
not
the
time
for
lessons
!
"
He
turned
to
Strider
.
"
Where
have
you
been
,
my
friend
?
Why
were
n't
you
at
the
feast
?
The
Lady
Arwen
was
there
.
"
Strider
looked
down
at
Bilbo
gravely
.
"
I
know
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
often
I
must
put
mirth
aside
.
Elladan
and
Elrohir
have
returned
out
of
the
Wild
unlooked-for
,
and
they
had
tidings
that
I
wished
to
hear
at
once
.
"
"
Well
,
my
dear
fellow
,
"
said
Bilbo
,
"
now
you
've
heard
the
news
,
ca
n't
you
spare
me
a
moment
?
I
want
your
help
in
something
urgent
.
Elrond
says
this
song
of
mine
is
to
be
finished
before
the
end
of
the
evening
,
and
I
am
stuck
.
Let
's
go
off
into
a
corner
and
polish
it
up
!
"
Strider
smiled
.
"
Come
then
!
"
he
said
.
"
Let
me
hear
it
!
"
Frodo
was
left
to
himself
for
a
while
.
for
Sam
had
fallen
asleep
.
He
was
alone
and
felt
rather
forlorn
"
although
all
about
him
the
folk
of
Rivendell
were
gathered
.
But
those
near
him
were
silent
,
intent
upon
the
music
of
the
voices
and
the
instruments
.
and
they
gave
no
heed
to
anything
else
.
Frodo
began
to
listen
.
At
first
the
beauty
of
the
melodies
and
of
the
interwoven
words
in
elven-tongues
,
even
though
he
understood
them
little
"
held
him
in
a
spell
,
as
soon
as
he
began
to
attend
to
them
.
Almost
it
seemed
that
the
words
took
shape
,
and
visions
of
far
lands
and
bright
things
that
he
had
never
yet
imagined
opened
out
before
him
;
and
the
firelit
hall
became
like
a
golden
mist
above
seas
of
foam
that
sighed
upon
the
margins
of
the
world
.
Then
the
enchantment
became
more
and
more
dreamlike
,
until
he
felt
that
an
endless
river
of
swelling
gold
and
silver
was
flowing
over
him
,
too
multitudinous
for
its
pattern
to
be
comprehended
;
it
became
part
of
the
throbbing
air
about
him
,
and
it
drenched
and
drowned
him
.
Swiftly
he
sank
under
its
shining
weight
into
a
deep
realm
of
sleep
.
There
he
wandered
long
in
a
dream
of
music
that
turned
into
running
water
,
and
then
suddenly
into
a
voice
.
It
seemed
to
be
the
voice
of
Bilbo
chanting
verses
.
Faint
at
first
and
then
clearer
ran
the
words
.
