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Often
long
after
the
hobbits
were
wrapped
in
sleep
they
would
sit
together
under
the
stars
,
recalling
the
ages
that
were
gone
and
all
their
joys
and
labours
in
the
world
,
or
holding
council
,
concerning
the
days
to
come
.
If
any
wanderer
had
chanced
to
pass
,
little
would
he
have
seen
or
heard
,
and
it
would
have
seemed
to
him
only
that
he
saw
grey
figures
,
carved
in
stone
,
memorials
of
forgotten
things
now
lost
in
unpeopled
lands
.
For
they
did
not
move
or
speak
with
mouth
,
looking
from
mind
to
mind
;
and
only
their
shining
eyes
stirred
and
kindled
as
their
thoughts
went
to
and
fro
.
But
at
length
all
was
said
,
and
they
parted
again
for
a
while
,
until
it
was
time
for
the
Three
Rings
to
pass
away
.
Quickly
fading
into
the
stones
and
the
shadows
the
grey-cloaked
people
of
Lórien
rode
towards
the
mountains
;
and
those
who
were
going
to
Rivendell
sat
on
the
hill
and
watched
,
until
there
came
out
of
the
gathering
mist
a
flash
;
and
then
they
saw
no
more
.
Frodo
knew
that
Galadriel
had
held
aloft
her
ring
in
token
of
farewell
.
Sam
turned
away
and
sighed
:
"
I
wish
I
was
going
back
to
Lórien
!
"
At
last
one
evening
they
came
over
the
high
moors
,
suddenly
as
to
travellers
it
always
seemed
,
to
the
brink
of
the
deep
valley
of
Rivendell
and
saw
far
below
the
lamps
shining
in
Elrond
's
house
.
And
they
went
down
and
crossed
the
bridge
and
came
to
the
doors
,
and
all
the
house
was
filled
with
light
and
song
for
joy
at
Elrond
's
homecoming
.
First
of
all
,
before
they
had
eaten
or
washed
or
even
shed
their
cloaks
,
the
hobbits
went
in
search
of
Bilbo
.
They
found
him
all
alone
in
his
little
room
.
It
was
littered
with
papers
and
pens
and
pencils
;
but
Bilbo
was
sitting
in
a
chair
before
a
small
bright
fire
.
He
looked
very
old
,
but
peaceful
,
and
sleepy
.
He
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
up
as
they
came
in
.
"
Hullo
,
hullo
!
"
he
said
.
"
So
you
've
come
back
?
And
tomorrow
's
my
birthday
,
too
.
How
clever
of
you
!
Do
you
know
,
I
shall
be
one
hundred
and
twenty-nine
?
And
in
one
year
more
,
if
I
am
spared
,
I
shall
equal
the
Old
Took
.
I
should
like
to
beat
him
;
but
we
shall
see
.
"
After
the
celebration
of
Bilbo
's
birthday
the
four
hobbits
stayed
in
Rivendell
for
some
days
,
and
they
sat
much
with
their
old
friend
,
who
spent
most
of
his
time
now
in
his
room
,
except
at
meals
.
For
these
he
was
still
very
punctual
as
a
rule
,
and
he
seldom
failed
to
wake
up
in
time
for
them
.
Sitting
round
the
fire
they
told
him
in
turn
all
that
they
could
remember
of
their
journeys
and
adventures
.
At
first
he
pretended
to
take
some
notes
;
but
he
often
fell
asleep
;
and
when
he
woke
he
would
say
:
"
How
splendid
!
How
wonderful
!
But
where
were
we
?
"
Then
they
went
on
with
the
story
from
the
point
where
he
had
begun
to
nod
.
The
only
part
that
seemed
really
to
rouse
him
and
hold
his
attention
was
the
account
of
the
crowning
and
marriage
of
Aragorn
.
"
I
was
invited
to
the
wedding
of
course
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
I
have
waited
for
it
long
enough
.
But
somehow
,
when
it
came
to
it
,
I
found
I
had
so
much
to
do
here
;
and
packing
is
such
a
bother
.
"
When
nearly
a
fortnight
had
passed
Frodo
looked
out
of
his
window
and
saw
that
there
had
been
a
frost
in
the
night
,
and
the
cobwebs
were
like
white
nets
.
Then
suddenly
he
knew
that
he
must
go
,
and
say
good-bye
to
Bilbo
.
The
weather
was
still
calm
and
fair
,
after
one
of
the
most
lovely
summers
that
people
could
remember
;
but
October
had
come
,
and
it
must
break
soon
and
begin
to
rain
and
blow
again
.
And
there
was
still
a
very
long
way
to
go
.
Yet
it
was
not
really
the
thought
of
the
weather
that
stirred
him
.
He
had
a
feeling
that
it
was
time
he
went
back
to
the
Shire
.
Sam
shared
it
.
Only
the
night
before
he
had
said
:
