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"
I
think
,
Frodo
,
that
maybe
you
will
not
need
to
come
back
,
unless
you
come
very
soon
.
For
about
this
time
of
the
year
,
when
the
leaves
are
gold
before
they
fall
,
look
for
Bilbo
in
the
woods
of
the
Shire
.
I
shall
be
with
him
.
"
These
words
no
one
else
heard
,
and
Frodo
kept
them
to
himself
.
At
last
the
hobbits
had
their
faces
turned
towards
home
.
They
were
eager
now
to
see
the
Shire
again
;
but
at
first
they
rode
only
slowly
,
for
Frodo
had
been
ill
at
ease
.
When
they
came
to
the
Ford
of
Bruinen
,
he
had
halted
,
and
seemed
loth
to
ride
into
the
stream
;
and
they
noted
that
for
a
while
his
eyes
appeared
not
to
see
them
or
things
about
him
.
All
that
day
he
was
silent
.
It
was
the
sixth
of
October
.
"
Are
you
in
pain
,
Frodo
?
"
said
Gandalf
quietly
as
he
rode
by
Frodo
's
side
.
"
Well
,
yes
I
am
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
It
is
my
shoulder
.
The
wound
aches
,
and
the
memory
of
darkness
is
heavy
on
me
.
It
was
a
year
ago
today
.
"
"
Alas
!
there
are
some
wounds
that
can
not
be
wholly
cured
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
I
fear
it
may
be
so
with
mine
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
There
is
no
real
going
back
.
Though
I
may
come
to
the
Shire
,
it
will
not
seem
the
same
;
for
I
shall
not
be
the
same
.
I
am
wounded
with
knife
,
sting
,
and
tooth
,
and
a
long
burden
.
Where
shall
I
find
rest
?
"
Gandalf
did
not
answer
.
By
the
end
of
the
next
day
the
pain
and
unease
had
passed
,
and
Frodo
was
merry
again
,
as
merry
as
if
he
did
not
remember
the
blackness
of
the
day
before
.
After
that
the
journey
went
well
,
and
the
days
went
quickly
by
;
for
they
rode
at
leisure
,
and
often
they
lingered
in
the
fair
woodlands
where
the
leaves
were
red
and
yellow
in
the
autumn
sun
.
At
length
they
came
to
Weathertop
;
and
it
was
then
drawing
towards
evening
and
the
shadow
of
the
hill
lay
dark
on
the
road
.
Then
Frodo
begged
them
to
hasten
,
and
he
would
not
look
towards
the
hill
,
but
rode
through
its
shadow
with
head
bowed
and
cloak
drawn
close
about
him
.
That
night
the
weather
changed
,
and
a
wind
came
from
the
West
laden
with
rain
,
and
it
blew
loud
and
chill
,
and
the
yellow
leaves
whirled
like
birds
in
the
air
.
When
they
came
to
the
Chetwood
already
the
boughs
were
almost
bare
,
and
a
great
curtain
of
rain
veiled
Bree
Hill
from
their
sight
.
