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'
It
was
taken
from
him
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
The
strength
of
the
Elves
to
resist
him
was
greater
long
ago
;
and
not
all
Men
were
estranged
from
them
.
The
Men
of
Westernesse
came
to
their
aid
.
That
is
a
chapter
of
ancient
history
which
it
might
be
good
to
recall
;
for
there
was
sorrow
then
too
,
and
gathering
dark
,
but
great
valour
,
and
great
deeds
that
were
not
wholly
vain
.
One
day
,
perhaps
,
I
will
tell
you
all
the
tale
,
or
you
shall
hear
it
told
in
full
by
one
who
knows
it
best
.
'
But
for
the
moment
,
since
most
of
all
you
need
to
know
how
this
thing
came
to
you
,
and
that
will
be
tale
enough
,
this
is
all
that
I
will
say
.
It
was
Gil-galad
,
Elven-king
and
Elendil
of
Westernesse
who
overthrew
Sauron
,
though
they
themselves
perished
in
the
deed
;
and
Isildur
Elendil
's
son
cut
the
Ring
from
Sauron
's
hand
and
took
it
for
his
own
.
Then
Sauron
was
vanquished
and
his
spirit
fled
and
was
hidden
for
long
years
,
until
his
shadow
took
shape
again
in
Mirkwood
.
'
But
the
Ring
was
lost
.
It
fell
into
the
Great
River
,
Anduin
,
and
vanished
.
For
Isildur
was
marching
north
along
the
east
banks
of
the
River
,
and
near
the
Gladden
Fields
he
was
waylaid
by
the
Orcs
of
the
Mountains
,
and
almost
all
his
folk
were
slain
.
He
leaped
into
the
waters
,
but
the
Ring
slipped
from
his
finger
as
he
swam
,
and
then
the
Orcs
saw
him
and
killed
him
with
arrows
.
'
Gandalf
paused
.
'
And
there
in
the
dark
pools
amid
the
Gladden
Fields
,
'
he
said
,
'
the
Ring
passed
out
of
knowledge
and
legend
;
and
even
so
much
of
its
history
is
known
now
only
to
a
few
,
and
the
Council
of
the
Wise
could
discover
no
more
.
But
at
last
I
can
carry
on
the
story
,
I
think
.
'
Long
after
,
but
still
very
long
ago
,
there
lived
by
the
banks
of
the
Great
River
on
the
edge
of
Wilderland
a
clever-handed
and
quiet-footed
little
people
.
I
guess
they
were
of
hobbit-kind
;
akin
to
the
fathers
of
the
fathers
of
the
Stoors
,
for
they
loved
the
River
,
and
often
swam
in
it
,
or
made
little
boats
of
reeds
.
There
was
among
them
a
family
of
high
repute
,
for
it
was
large
and
wealthier
than
most
,
and
it
was
ruled
by
a
grandmother
of
the
folk
,
stern
and
wise
in
old
lore
,
such
as
they
had
.
The
most
inquisitive
and
curious-minded
of
that
family
was
called
Smeagol
.
He
was
interested
in
roots
and
beginnings
;
he
dived
into
deep
pools
;
he
burrowed
under
trees
and
growing
plants
;
he
tunnelled
into
green
mounds
;
and
he
ceased
to
look
up
at
the
hill-tops
,
or
the
leaves
on
trees
,
or
the
flowers
opening
in
the
air
:
his
head
and
his
eyes
were
downward
.
'
He
had
a
friend
called
Deagol
,
of
similar
sort
,
sharper-eyed
but
not
so
quick
and
strong
.
On
a
time
they
took
a
boat
and
went
down
to
the
Gladden
Fields
,
where
there
were
great
beds
of
iris
and
flowering
reeds
.
There
Smeagol
got
out
and
went
nosing
about
the
banks
but
Deagol
sat
in
the
boat
and
fished
.
Suddenly
a
great
fish
took
his
hook
,
and
before
he
knew
where
he
was
,
he
was
dragged
out
and
down
into
the
water
,
to
the
bottom
.
Then
he
let
go
of
his
line
,
for
he
thought
he
saw
something
shining
in
the
river-bed
;
and
holding
his
breath
he
grabbed
at
it
.
'
Then
up
he
came
spluttering
,
with
weeds
in
his
hair
and
a
handful
of
mud
;
and
he
swam
to
the
bank
.
And
behold
!
when
he
washed
the
mud
away
,
there
in
his
hand
lay
a
beautiful
golden
ring
;
and
it
shone
and
glittered
in
the
sun
,
so
that
his
heart
was
glad
.
But
Smeagol
had
been
watching
him
from
behind
a
tree
,
and
as
Deagol
gloated
over
the
ring
,
Smeagol
came
softly
up
behind
.
'
"
Give
us
that
,
Deagol
,
my
love
,
"
said
Smeagol
,
over
his
friend
's
shoulder
.
'
"
Why
?
"
said
Deagol
.
'
"
Because
it
's
my
birthday
,
my
love
,
and
I
wants
it
,
"
said
Smeagol
.
