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It
was
early
April
and
the
sky
was
now
clearing
after
heavy
rain
.
The
sun
was
down
,
and
a
cool
pale
evening
was
quietly
fading
into
night
.
He
walked
home
under
the
early
stars
through
Hobbiton
and
up
the
Hill
,
whistling
softly
and
thoughtfully
.
It
was
just
at
this
time
that
Gandalf
reappeared
after
his
long
absence
.
For
three
years
after
the
Party
he
had
been
away
.
Then
he
paid
Frodo
a
brief
visit
,
and
after
taking
a
good
look
at
him
he
went
off
again
.
During
the
next
year
or
two
he
had
turned
up
fairly
often
,
coming
unexpectedly
after
dusk
,
and
going
off
without
warning
before
sunrise
.
He
would
not
discuss
his
own
business
and
journeys
,
and
seemed
chiefly
interested
in
small
news
about
Frodo
's
health
and
doings
.
Then
suddenly
his
visits
had
ceased
.
It
was
over
nine
years
since
Frodo
had
seen
or
heard
of
him
,
and
he
had
begun
to
think
that
the
wizard
would
never
return
and
had
given
up
all
interest
in
hobbits
.
But
that
evening
,
as
Sam
was
walking
home
and
twilight
was
fading
,
there
came
the
once
familiar
tap
on
the
study
window
.
Frodo
welcomed
his
old
friend
with
surprise
and
great
delight
.
They
looked
hard
at
one
another
.
'
Ah
well
eh
?
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
You
look
the
same
as
ever
,
Frodo
!
'
'S
o
do
you
,
'
Frodo
replied
;
but
secretly
he
thought
that
Gandalf
looked
older
and
more
careworn
.
He
pressed
him
for
news
of
himself
and
of
the
wide
world
,
and
soon
they
were
deep
in
talk
,
and
they
stayed
up
far
into
the
night
.
Next
morning
after
a
late
breakfast
,
the
wizard
was
sitting
with
Frodo
by
the
open
window
of
the
study
.
A
bright
fire
was
on
the
hearth
,
but
the
sun
was
warm
,
and
the
wind
was
in
the
South
.
Everything
looked
fresh
,
and
the
new
green
of
Spring
was
shimmering
in
the
fields
and
on
the
tips
of
the
trees
'
fingers
.
Gandalf
was
thinking
of
a
spring
,
nearly
eighty
years
before
,
when
Bilbo
had
run
out
of
Bag
End
without
a
handkerchief
.
His
hair
was
perhaps
whiter
than
it
had
been
then
,
and
his
beard
and
eyebrows
were
perhaps
longer
,
and
his
face
more
lined
with
care
and
wisdom
;
but
his
eyes
were
as
bright
as
ever
,
and
he
smoked
and
blew
smoke-rings
with
the
same
vigour
and
delight
.
He
was
smoking
now
in
silence
,
for
Frodo
was
sitting
still
,
deep
in
thought
.
Even
in
the
light
of
morning
he
felt
the
dark
shadow
of
the
tidings
that
Gandalf
had
brought
.
At
last
he
broke
the
silence
.
'
Last
night
you
began
to
tell
me
strange
things
about
my
ring
,
Gandalf
,
'
he
said
.
'
And
then
you
stopped
,
because
you
said
that
such
matters
were
best
left
until
daylight
.
Do
n't
you
think
you
had
better
finish
now
?
You
say
the
ring
is
dangerous
,
far
more
dangerous
than
I
guess
.
In
what
way
?
'
