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  • Chapter 2 THE SHADOW OF THE PAST 

  • The talk did not die down in  nine or even ninety-nine days.  

  • The second disappearance of Mr. Bilbo  Baggins was discussed in Hobbiton,  

  • and indeed all over the Shire, for a year  and a day, and was remembered much longer  

  • than that. It became a fireside-story for  young hobbits; and eventually Mad Baggins,  

  • who used to vanish with a bang and a flash  and reappear with bags of jewels and gold,  

  • became a favourite character of legend and lived  on long after all the true events were forgotten

  • But in the meantime, the general opinion  in the neighbourhood was that Bilbo,  

  • who had always been rather cracked, had at last  gone quite mad, and had run off into the Blue.  

  • There he had undoubtedly fallen intopool or a river and come to a tragic,  

  • but hardly an untimely, end. The  blame was mostly laid on Gandalf

  • 'If only that dratted wizard will leave young  Frodo alone, perhaps he'll settle down and  

  • grow some hobbit-sense,' they said. And to all  appearance the wizard did leave Frodo alone,  

  • and he did settle down, but the growth of  hobbit-sense was not very noticeable. Indeed,  

  • he at once began to carry on Bilbo's reputation  for oddity. He refused to go into mourning;  

  • and the next year he gave a party in honour  of Bilbo's hundred-and-twelfth birthday,  

  • which he called a Hundred-weight Feast. But  that was short of the mark, for twenty guests  

  • were invited and there were several meals at which  it snowed food and rained drink, as hobbits say

  • Some people were rather shocked; but Frodo kept up  the custom of giving Bilbo's Birthday Party year  

  • after year until they got used to it. He said that  he did not think Bilbo was dead. When they asked:  

  • 'Where is he then?' he shrugged his shoulders. He lived alone, as Bilbo had done; but he had  

  • a good many friends, especially among the younger  hobbits (mostly descendants of the Old Took) who  

  • had as children been fond of Bilbo and often in  and out of Bag End. Folco Boffin and Fredegar  

  • Bolger were two of these; but his closest friends  were Peregrin Took (usually called Pippin),  

  • and Merry Brandybuck (his real name was  Meriadoc, but that was seldom remembered).  

  • Frodo went tramping over the Shire with thembut more often he wandered by himself, and to the  

  • amazement of sensible folk he was sometimes seen  far from home walking in the hills and woods under  

  • the starlight. Merry and Pippin suspected that  he visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done

  • As time went on, people began to notice that  Frodo also showed signs of good 'preservation':  

  • outwardly he retained the appearance of a robust  and energetic hobbit just out of his tweens.  

  • 'Some folk have all the luck,' they  said; but it was not until Frodo  

  • approached the usually more sober age of  fifty that they began to think it queer

  • Frodo himself, after the first shock, found that  being his own master and the Mr. Baggins of Bag  

  • End was rather pleasant. For some years he was  quite happy and did not worry much about the  

  • future. But half unknown to himself the regret  that he had not gone with Bilbo was steadily  

  • growing. He found himself wondering at timesespecially in the autumn, about the wild lands,  

  • and strange visions of mountains that  he had never seen came into his dreams.  

  • He began to say to himself: 'Perhapsshall cross the River myself one day.' To  

  • which the other half of his  mind always replied: 'Not yet.' 

  • So it went on, until his forties were running outand his fiftieth birthday was drawing near: fifty  

  • was a number that he felt was somehow significant  (or ominous); it was at any rate at that age that  

  • adventure had suddenly befallen Bilbo. Frodo  began to feel restless, and the old paths  

  • seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and  wondered what lay beyond their edges: maps made  

  • in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond  its borders. He took to wandering further afield  

  • and more often by himself; and Merry and his other  friends watched him anxiously. Often he was seen  

  • walking and talking with the strange wayfarers  that began at this time to appear in the Shire

  • There were rumours of strange things happening in  the world outside; and as Gandalf had not at that  

  • time appeared or sent any message for several  years, Frodo gathered all the news he could.  

  • Elves, who seldom walked in the Shire, could now  be seen passing westward through the woods in the  

  • evening, passing and not returning; but they were  leaving Middle-earth and were no longer concerned  

  • with its troubles. There were, however, dwarves on  the road in unusual numbers. The ancient EastWest  

  • Road ran through the Shire to its end at the  Grey Havens, and dwarves had always used it on  

  • their way to their mines in the Blue MountainsThey were the hobbits' chief source of news from  

  • distant partsif they wanted any: as a rule  dwarves said little and hobbits asked no more.  

  • But now Frodo often met strange dwarves of far  countries, seeking refuge in the West. They  

  • were troubled, and some spoke in whispers  of the Enemy and of the Land of Mordor

  • That name the hobbits only knew in legends of  the dark past, like a shadow in the background  

  • of their memories; but it was ominous and  disquieting. It seemed that the evil power  

  • in Mirkwood had been driven out by the White  Council only to reappear in greater strength in  

  • the old strongholds of Mordor. The Dark Tower  had been rebuilt, it was said. From there the  

  • power was spreading far and wide, and away far  east and south there were wars and growing fear.  

  • Orcs were multiplying again in the mountainsTrolls were abroad, no longer dull-witted,  

  • but cunning and armed with dreadful weaponsAnd there were murmured hints of creatures more  

  • terrible than all these, but they had no name. Little of all this, of course, reached the ears  

  • of ordinary hobbits. But even the deafest and  most stay-at-home began to hear queer tales;  

  • and those whose business took them to the borders  saw strange things. The conversation in The Green  

  • Dragon at Bywater, one evening in the spring of  Frodo's fiftieth year, showed that even in the  

  • comfortable heart of the Shire rumours had been  heard, though most hobbits still laughed at them

  • Sam Gamgee was sitting in one corner near  the fire, and opposite him was Ted Sandyman,  

  • the miller's son; and there were various  other rustic hobbits listening to their talk

  • 'Queer things you do hear these  days, to be sure,' said Sam

  • 'Ah,' said Ted, 'you do, if you listen. Butcan hear fireside-tales and children's stories  

  • at home, if I want to.' 'No doubt you can,'  

  • retorted Sam, 'and I daresay there's more truth  in some of them than you reckon. Who invented  

  • the stories anyway? Take dragons now.' 'No thank 'ee,' said Ted, 'I won't.  

  • I heard tell of them when I was a youngsterbut there's no call to believe in them now.  

  • There's only one Dragon in Bywater, and that's  Green,' he said, getting a general laugh

  • 'All right,' said Sam, laughing with the rest.  'But what about these Tree-men, these giants,  

  • as you might call them? They do say that one  bigger than a tree was seen up away beyond the  

  • North Moors not long back.' 'Who's they?' 

  • 'My cousin Hal for one. He works for MrBoffin at Overhill and goes up to the  

  • Northfarthing for the hunting. He saw one.' 'Says he did, perhaps. Your Hal's always  

  • saying he's seen things; and maybe  he sees things that ain't there.' 

  • 'But this one was as big as an elm  tree, and walkingwalking seven  

  • yards to a stride, if it was an inch.' 'Then I bet it wasn't an inch. What he  

  • saw was an elm tree, as like as not.' 'But this one was walking, I tell you;  

  • and there ain't no elm tree on the North Moors.' 'Then Hal can't have seen one,' said Ted. There  

  • was some laughing and clapping: the audience  seemed to think that Ted had scored a point

  • 'All the same,' said Sam, 'you can't deny that  others besides our Halfast have seen queer folk  

  • crossing the Shirecrossing it, mind you: there  are more that are turned back at the borders. The  

  • Bounders have never been so busy before. 'And I've heard tell that Elves are moving  

  • west. They do say they are going to the  harbours, out away beyond the White Towers.'  

  • Sam waved his arm vaguely: neither he nor  any of them knew how far it was to the Sea,  

  • past the old towers beyond the western borders  of the Shire. But it was an old tradition that  

  • away over there stood the Grey Havens, from which  at times elven-ships set sail, never to return

  • 'They are sailing, sailing, sailing over the Sea,  

  • they are going into the West and leaving us,'  said Sam, half chanting the words, shaking  

  • his head sadly and solemnly. But Ted laughed. 'Well, that isn't anything new, if you believe the  

  • old tales. And I don't see what it matters to me  or you. Let them sail! But I warrant you haven't  

  • seen them doing it; nor anyone else in the Shire.' 'Well, I don't know,' said Sam thoughtfully.  

  • He believed he had once seen an Elf in the  woods, and still hoped to see more one day.  

  • Of all the legends that he had heard in his early  years such fragments of tales and half-remembered  

  • stories about the Elves as the hobbits  knew, had always moved him most deeply.  

  • 'There are some, even in these parts, as know  the Fair Folk and get news of them,' he said.  

  • 'There's Mr. Baggins now, that I work for. He told  me that they were sailing and he knows a bit about  

  • Elves. And old Mr. Bilbo knew more: many's the  talk I had with him when I was a little lad.' 

  • 'Oh, they're both cracked,' said Ted. 'Leastways  old Bilbo was cracked, and Frodo's cracking.  

  • If that's where you get your news  from, you'll never want for moonshine.  

  • Well, friends, I'm off home. Your good health!'  He drained his mug and went out noisily

  • Sam sat silent and said no more. He had a good  deal to think about. For one thing, there was a  

  • lot to do up in the Bag End garden, and he would  have a busy day tomorrow, if the weather cleared.  

  • The grass was growing fast. But Sam  had more on his mind than gardening.  

  • After a while he sighed, and got up and went out

  • 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 Frodobrief 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

  • 'All well eh?' said Gandalf. 'You  look the same as ever, Frodo!' 

  • 'So 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 longerand 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 ringGandalf,' he said. 'And then you stopped,  

  • because you said that such matters were best  left until daylight. Don't you think you had  

  • better finish now? You say the ring is dangerousfar more dangerous than I guess. In what way?' 

  • 'In many ways,' answered the wizard. 'It is far  more powerful than I ever dared to think at first,  

  • so powerful that in the end it would utterly  overcome anyone of mortal race who possessed it.  

  • It would possess him. 'In Eregion long ago many Elven-rings were made,  

  • magic rings as you call them, and they  were, of course, of various kinds:  

  • some more potent and some less. The lesser  rings were only essays in the craft before  

  • it was full-grown, and to the Elven-smiths  they were but triflesyet still to my mind  

  • dangerous for mortals. But the Great Ringsthe Rings of Power, they were perilous

  • 'A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great  Rings, does not die, but he does not grow or  

  • obtain more life, he merely continues, until at  last every minute is a weariness. And if he often  

  • uses the Ring to make himself invisible, he fadeshe becomes in the end invisible permanently,  

  • and walks in the twilight under the eye  of the Dark Power that rules the Rings.  

  • Yes, sooner or laterlater, if he is  strong or well-meaning to begin with,  

  • but neither strength nor good purpose will last –  sooner or later the Dark Power will devour him.' 

  • 'How terrifying!' said FrodoThere was another long silence.  

  • The sound of Sam Gamgee cutting  the lawn came in from the garden

  • 'How long have you known this?' asked Frodo  at length. 'And how much did Bilbo know?' 

  • 'Bilbo knew no more than he told you, I am  sure,' said Gandalf. 'He would certainly never  

  • have passed on to you anything that he thought  would be a danger, even though I promised to  

  • look after you. He thought the ring was very  beautiful, and very useful at need; and if  

  • anything was wrong or queer, it was himselfHe said that it wasgrowing on his mind”,  

  • and he was always worrying about itbut he did not suspect that the ring  

  • itself was to blame. Though he had found  out that the thing needed looking after;  

  • it did not seem always of the same size or  weight; it shrank or expanded in an odd way,  

  • and might suddenly slip offfinger where it had been tight.' 

  • 'Yes, he warned me of that in  his last letter,' said Frodo,  

  • 'so I have always kept it on its chain.' 'Very wise,' said Gandalf. 'But as for his long  

  • life, Bilbo never connected it with the ring at  all. He took all the credit for that to himself,  

  • and he was very proud of it. Though he was getting  restless and uneasy. Thin and stretched he said.  

  • A sign that the ring was getting control.' 'How long have you known all this?'  

  • asked Frodo again. 'Known?' said Gandalf. 'I  

  • have known much that only the Wise know, FrodoBut if you meanknown about this ring”, well,  

  • I still do not know, one might say. There islast test to make. But I no longer doubt my guess

  • 'When did I first begin to guess?' he  mused, searching back in memory. 'Let  

  • me seeit was in the year that the White  Council drove the Dark Power from Mirkwood,  

  • just before the Battle of Five  Armies, that Bilbo found his ring.  

  • A shadow fell on my heart then, though  I did not know yet what I feared.  

  • I wondered often how Gollum came by a Great Ringas plainly it wasthat at least was clear from  

  • the first. Then I heard Bilbo's strange story of  how he hadwonit, and I could not believe it.  

  • When I at last got the truth out of him, I  saw at once that he had been trying to put  

  • his claim to the ring beyond doubt. Much  like Gollum with hisbirthday-present”.  

  • The lies were too much alike for my comfortClearly the ring had an unwholesome power that  

  • set to work on its keeper at once. That was the  first real warning I had that all was not well. I  

  • told Bilbo often that such rings were better left  unused; but he resented it, and soon got angry.  

  • There was little else that I could do. I could  not take it from him without doing greater harm;  

  • and I had no right to do so  anyway. I could only watch  

  • and wait. I might perhaps have consulted Saruman  the White, but something always held me back.' 

  • 'Who is he?' asked Frodo. 'I  have never heard of him before.' 

  • 'Maybe not,' answered Gandalf. 'Hobbits  are, or were, no concern of his.  

  • Yet he is great among the Wise. He is the  chief of my order and the head of the Council.  

  • His knowledge is deep, but his pride has  grown with it, and he takes ill any meddling.  

  • The lore of the Elven-rings, great and smallis his province. He has long studied it,  

  • seeking the lost secrets of their making; but  when the Rings were debated in the Council,  

  • all that he would reveal to us of  his ring-lore told against my fears.  

  • So my doubt sleptbut uneasilyStill I watched and I waited

  • 'And all seemed well with Bilbo. And the years  passed. Yes, they passed, and they seemed not  

  • to touch him. He showed no signs of age. The  shadow fell on me again. But I said to myself:  

  • After all he comes of a long-lived family on  his mother's side. There is time yet. Wait!” 

  • 'And I waited. Until that  night when he left this house.  

  • He said and did things then that filled me with  a fear that no words of Saruman could allay.  

  • I knew at last that something dark and deadly was  at work. And I have spent most of the years since  

  • then in finding out the truth of it.' 'There wasn't any permanent harm done,  

  • was there?' asked Frodo anxiously.  'He would get all right in time,  

  • wouldn't he? Be able to rest in peace, I mean?' 'He felt better at once,' said Gandalf. 'But there  

  • is only one Power in this world that knows  all about the Rings and their effects;  

  • and as far as I know there is no Power in  the world that knows all about hobbits.  

  • Among the Wise I am the only one that goes in  for hobbit-lore: an obscure branch of knowledge,  

  • but full of surprises. Soft as butter they can  be, and yet sometimes as tough as old tree-roots.  

  • I think it likely that some would resist the Rings  far longer than most of the Wise would believe.  

  • I don't think you need worry about Bilbo

  • 'Of course, he possessed the ring for many  years, and used it, so it might take a long  

  • while for the influence to wear offbefore it  was safe for him to see it again, for instance.  

  • Otherwise, he might live on for years, quite  happily: just stop as he was when he parted  

  • with it. For he gave it up in the end of his own  accord: an important point. No, I was not troubled  

  • about dear Bilbo any more, once he had let the  thing go. It is for you that I feel responsible

  • 'Ever since Bilbo left I have been deeply  concerned about you, and about all these  

  • charming, absurd, helpless hobbits. It  would be a grievous blow to the world,  

  • if the Dark Power overcame the Shire; if all your  kind, jolly, stupid Bolgers, Hornblowers, Boffins,  

  • Bracegirdles, and the rest, not to mention  the ridiculous Bagginses, became enslaved.' 

  • Frodo shuddered. 'But why should we be?' he  asked. 'And why should he want such slaves?' 

  • 'To tell you the truth,' replied Gandalf,  'I believe that hithertohitherto, mark  

  • youhe has entirely overlooked the existence  of hobbits. You should be thankful. But your  

  • safety has passed. He does not need youhe has  many more useful servantsbut he won't forget  

  • you again. And hobbits as miserable slaves would  please him far more than hobbits happy and free.  

  • There is such a thing as malice and revenge.' 'Revenge?' said Frodo. 'Revenge for what?  

  • I still don't understand what all this has  to do with Bilbo and myself, and our ring.' 

  • 'It has everything to do with it,' said Gandalf.  'You do not know the real peril yet; but  

  • you shall. I was not sure of it myself whenwas last here; but the time has come to speak.  

  • Give me the ring for a moment.' Frodo took it from his breeches-pocket,  

  • where it was clasped to a chain that hung from his  

  • belt. He unfastened it and handed it slowly  to the wizard. It felt suddenly very heavy,  

  • as if either it or Frodo himself was in  some way reluctant for Gandalf to touch it

  • Gandalf held it up. It looked to  be made of pure and solid gold.  

  • 'Can you see any markings on it?' he asked. 'No,' said Frodo. 'There are none.  

  • It is quite plain, and it never  shows a scratch or sign of wear.' 

  • 'Well then, look!' To Frodo's astonishment  and distress the wizard threw it suddenly  

  • into the middle of a glowing corner of  the fire. Frodo gave a cry and groped  

  • for the tongs; but Gandalf held him back. 'Wait!' he said in a commanding voice, giving  

  • Frodo a quick look from under his bristling brows. No apparent change came over the ring.  

  • After a while Gandalf got up, closed the shutters  outside the window, and drew the curtains.  

  • The room became dark and silent, though the clack  of Sam's shears, now nearer to the windows, could  

  • still be heard faintly from the garden. Formoment the wizard stood looking at the fire; then  

  • he stooped and removed the ring to the hearth with  the tongs, and at once picked it up. Frodo gasped

  • 'It is quite cool,' said Gandalf. 'Take it!'  Frodo received it on his shrinking palm: it seemed  

  • to have become thicker and heavier than ever. 'Hold it up!' said Gandalf. 'And look closely!' 

  • As Frodo did so, he now saw fine lines, finer than  the finest pen-strokes, running along the ring,  

  • outside and inside: lines of fire that seemed  to form the letters of a flowing script.  

  • They shone piercingly bright, and yet  remote, as if out of a great depth.

  • 'I cannot read the fiery letters,'  said Frodo in a quavering voice

  • 'No,' said Gandalf, 'but I can. The  letters are Elvish, of an ancient mode,  

  • but the language is that of Mordorwhich I will not utter here.  

  • But this in the Common Tongue  is what is said, close enough

  • One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them

  • One Ring to bring them all  and in the darkness bind them

  • It is only two lines ofverse long known in Elven-lore

  • Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone

  • Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne 

  • In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them

  • One Ring to bring them  

  • all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor  

  • where the Shadows lie.' He paused, and then said slowly in a deep voice:  

  • 'This is the Master-ring, the One Ring to rule  them all. This is the One Ring that he lost many  

  • ages ago, to the great weakening of his powerHe greatly desires itbut he must not get it.' 

  • Frodo sat silent and motionless. Fear seemed  to stretch out a vast hand, like a dark cloud  

  • rising in the East and looming up to engulf  him. 'This ring!' he stammered. 'How, how  

  • on earth did it come to me?' 'Ah!' said Gandalf. 'That is a very long story.  

  • The beginnings lie back in the Black Yearswhich only the lore-masters now remember. If I  

  • were to tell you all that tale, we should still be  sitting here when Spring had passed into Winter

  • 'But last night I told you of Sauron the Great,  

  • the Dark Lord. The rumours that you have heard  are true: he has indeed arisen again and left  

  • his hold in Mirkwood and returned to his  ancient fastness in the Dark Tower of Mordor.  

  • That name even you hobbits have heard oflike a shadow on the borders of old stories.  

  • Always after a defeat and a respite, the  Shadow takes another shape and grows again.' 

  • 'I wish it need not have  happened in my time,' said Frodo

  • 'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all  who live to see such times. But that is  

  • not for them to decide. All we have to decide  is what to do with the time that is given us.  

  • And already, Frodo, our time is beginning to look  black. The Enemy is fast becoming very strong.  

  • His plans are far from ripe, I think, but  they are ripening. We shall be hard put to  

  • it. We should be very hard put to it, even  if it were not for this dreadful chance

  • 'The Enemy still lacks one thing to give  him strength and knowledge to beat down  

  • all resistance, break the last defences, and  cover all the lands in a second darkness.  

  • He lacks the One Ring

  • 'The Three, fairest of all, the Elf-lords hid  from him, and his hand never touched them or  

  • sullied them. Seven the Dwarf-kings possessedbut three he has recovered, and the others the  

  • dragons have consumed. Nine he gave to Mortal  Men, proud and great, and so ensnared them.  

  • Long ago they fell under the dominion  of the One, and they became Ringwraiths,  

  • shadows under his great Shadow, his most terrible  servants. Long ago. It is many a year since  

  • the Nine walked abroad. Yet who knows? As the  Shadow grows once more, they too may walk again.  

  • But come! We will not speak of such  things even in the morning of the Shire

  • 'So it is now: the Nine he has gathered to  himself; the Seven also, or else they are  

  • destroyed. The Three are hidden still. But that  no longer troubles him. He only needs the One;  

  • for he made that Ring himself, it is his, and he  let a great part of his own former power pass into  

  • it, so that he could rule all the others. If he  recovers it, then he will command them all again,  

  • wherever they be, even the Three, and all that  has been wrought with them will be laid bare,  

  • and he will be stronger than ever. 'And this is the dreadful chance, Frodo.  

  • He believed that the One had perished; that the  Elves had destroyed it, as should have been done.  

  • But he knows now that it has not perished,  

  • that it has been found. So he is seeking itseeking it, and all his thought is bent on it.  

  • It is his great hope and our great fear.' 'Why, why wasn't it destroyed?' cried Frodo.  

  • 'And how did the Enemy ever come to lose it, if  he was so strong, and it was so precious to him?'  

  • He clutched the Ring in his hand, as if he saw  already dark fingers stretching out to seize it

  • '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 valourand 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 moreBut 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 Wilderlandclever-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 reputefor it was large and wealthier than most,  

  • and it was ruled by a grandmother of the folkstern and wise in old lore, such as they had.  

  • The most inquisitive and curious-minded  of that family was called Sméagol.  

  • 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 calledagol, of similar sort,  

  • sharper-eyed but not so quick and strong. Ontime they took a boat and went down to the Gladden  

  • Fields, where there were great beds of iris and  flowering reeds. There Sméagol got out and went  

  • nosing about the banks butagol 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 awaythere in his hand lay a beautiful golden ring;  

  • and it shone and glittered in the sun, so that  his heart was glad. But Sméagol had been watching  

  • him from behind a tree, and asagol gloated  over the ring, Sméagol came softly up behind

  • '“Give us that, Déagol, my love,” said  Sméagol, over his friend's shoulder

  • '“Why?” saidagol. '“Because it's my birthday, my love,  

  • and I wants it,” said Sméagol. '“I don't care,” saidagol. “I have  

  • given you a present already, more than I could  afford. I found this, and I'm going to keep it.” 

  • '“Oh, are you indeed, my love,” said Sméagol; and  he caughtagol by the throat and strangled him,  

  • because the gold looked so bright and  beautiful. Then he put the ring on his finger

  • 'No one ever found out what had become ofagolhe was murdered far from home, and his body was  

  • cunningly hidden. But Sméagol returned alone; and  he found that none of his family could see him,  

  • when he was wearing the ring. He was very  pleased with his discovery and he concealed it;  

  • and he used it to find out secrets, and he put  his knowledge to crooked and malicious uses.  

  • He became sharp-eyed and keen-eared for all  that was hurtful. The ring had given him power  

  • according to his stature. It is not to be wondered  at that he became very unpopular and was shunned  

  • (when visible) by all his relationsThey kicked him, and he bit their feet.  

  • He took to thieving, and going about muttering  to himself, and gurgling in his throat.  

  • So they called him Gollum, and cursed him, and  told him to go far away; and his grandmother,  

  • desiring peace, expelled him from the  family and turned him out of her hole

  • 'He wandered in loneliness, weepinglittle for the hardness of the world,  

  • and he journeyed up the River, till he came to  a stream that flowed down from the mountains,  

  • and he went that way. He caught fish in deep pools  with invisible fingers and ate them raw. One day  

  • it was very hot, and as he was bending overpool, he felt a burning on the back of his head,  

  • and a dazzling light from the water pained his  wet eyes. He wondered at it, for he had almost  

  • forgotten about the Sun. Then for the last  time he looked up and shook his fist at her

  • 'But as he lowered his eyes, he saw far  ahead the tops of the Misty Mountains,  

  • out of which the stream came. And he thought  suddenly: “It would be cool and shady under  

  • those mountains. The Sun could not watch me thereThe roots of those mountains must be roots indeed;  

  • there must be great secrets buried there which  have not been discovered since the beginning.” 

  • 'So he journeyed by night up into the highlands,  

  • and he found a little cave out  of which the dark stream ran;  

  • and he wormed his way like a maggot into the heart  of the hills, and vanished out of all knowledge.  

  • The Ring went into the shadows with him, and even  the maker, when his power had begun to grow again,  

  • could learn nothing of it.' 'Gollum!'  

  • cried Frodo. 'Gollum? Do you mean that this  is the very Gollum-creature that Bilbo met?  

  • How loathsome!' 'I think it is a sad story,'  

  • said the wizard, 'and it might have happened to  others, even to some hobbits that I have known.' 

  • 'I can't believe that Gollum was connected with  hobbits, however distantly,' said Frodo with some  

  • heat. 'What an abominable notion!' 'It is true all the same,'  

  • replied Gandalf. 'About their origins, at any  rate, I know more than hobbits do themselves.  

  • And even Bilbo's story suggests the kinshipThere was a great deal in the background of  

  • their minds and memories that was very similarThey understood one another remarkably well,  

  • very much better than a hobbit would understandsay, a Dwarf, or an Orc, or even an Elf. Think  

  • of the riddles they both knew, for one thing.' 'Yes,' said Frodo. 'Though other folks besides  

  • hobbits ask riddles, and of much the same sortAnd hobbits don't cheat. Gollum meant to cheat  

  • all the time. He was just trying to put poor  Bilbo off his guard. And I daresay it amused  

  • his wickedness to start a game which might  end in providing him with an easy victim,  

  • but if he lost would not hurt him.' 'Only too true, I fear,' said Gandalf.  

  • 'But there was something else in it,  I think, which you don't see yet.  

  • Even Gollum was not wholly ruined. He had proved  tougher than even one of the Wise would have  

  • guessedas a hobbit might. There was a little  corner of his mind that was still his own, and  

  • light came through it, as through a chink in  the dark: light out of the past. It was actually  

  • pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice againbringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun  

  • on the grass, and such forgotten things. 'But that, of course, would only make the  

  • evil part of him angrier in the endunless  it could be conquered. Unless it could be  

  • cured.' Gandalf sighed. 'Alas! there is  little hope of that for him. Yet not no hope.  

  • No, not though he possessed the Ring so longalmost as far back as he can remember. For it  

  • was long since he had worn it much: in the black  darkness it was seldom needed. Certainly he had  

  • neverfaded”. He is thin and tough still. But  the thing was eating up his mind, of course,  

  • and the torment had become almost unbearable. 'All thegreat secretsunder the mountains  

  • had turned out to be just empty night: there was  nothing more to find out, nothing worth doing,  

  • only nasty furtive eating and resentful  remembering. He was altogether wretched.  

  • He hated the dark, and he hated light more: he  hated everything, and the Ring most of all.' 

  • 'What do you mean?' said Frodo. 'Surely the  Ring was his Precious and the only thing he  

  • cared for? But if he hated it, why didn't  he get rid of it, or go away and leave it?' 

  • 'You ought to begin to understandFrodo, after all you have heard,'  

  • said Gandalf. 'He hated it and loved  it, as he hated and loved himself.  

  • He could not get rid of it. He  had no will left in the matter

  • 'A Ring of Power looks after itselfFrodo. It may slip off treacherously,  

  • but its keeper never abandons it. At most  he plays with the idea of handing it on to  

  • someone else's careand that only at an  early stage, when it first begins to grip.  

  • But as far as I know Bilbo alone in history has  ever gone beyond playing, and really done it. He  

  • needed all my help, too. And even so he would  never have just forsaken it, or cast it aside.  

  • It was not Gollum, Frodo, but the Ring itself  that decided things. The Ring left him.' 

  • 'What, just in time to meet Bilbo?' said  Frodo. 'Wouldn't an Orc have suited it better?' 

  • 'It is no laughing matter,' said Gandalf.  'Not for you. It was the strangest event  

  • in the whole history of the Ring so  far: Bilbo's arrival just at that time,  

  • and putting his hand on it, blindly, in the dark. 'There was more than one power at work, Frodo.  

  • The Ring was trying to get back to its master. It  had slipped from Isildur's hand and betrayed him;  

  • then when a chance came it caught pooragoland he was murdered; and after that Gollum,  

  • and it had devoured him. It could make no  further use of him: he was too small and mean;  

  • and as long as it stayed with him he  would never leave his deep pool again.  

  • So now, when its master was awake once more and  sending out his dark thought from Mirkwood, it  

  • abandoned Gollum. Only to be picked up by the most  unlikely person imaginable: Bilbo from the Shire

  • 'Behind that there was something else at workbeyond any design of the Ring-maker. I can put  

  • it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was  meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker.  

  • In which case you also were meant to have  it. And that may be an encouraging thought.' 

  • 'It is not,' said Frodo. 'Thougham not sure that I understand you.  

  • But how have you learned all this about  the Ring, and about Gollum? Do you really  

  • know it all, or are you just guessing still?' Gandalf looked at Frodo, and his eyes glinted. 'I  

  • knew much and I have learned much,' he answered.  'But I am not going to give an account of all my  

  • doings to you. The history of Elendil and Isildur  and the One Ring is known to all the Wise.  

  • Your ring is shown to be that One  Ring by the fire-writing alone,  

  • apart from any other evidence.' 'And when did you discover  

  • that?' asked Frodo, interrupting. 'Just now in this room, of course,'  

  • answered the wizard sharply. 'But I expected  to find it. I have come back from dark journeys  

  • and long search to make that final test. It is  the last proof, and all is now only too clear.  

  • Making out Gollum's part, and fitting it into  the gap in the history, required some thought.  

  • I may have started with guesses about Gollum, but  I am not guessing now. I know. I have seen him.' 

  • 'You have seen Gollum?'  exclaimed Frodo in amazement

  • 'Yes. The obvious thing to doof course, if one could. I tried  

  • long ago; but I have managed it at last.' 'Then what happened after Bilbo escaped from  

  • him? Do you know that?' 'Not so clearly.  

  • What I have told you is what Gollum was  willing to tellthough not, of course,  

  • in the way I have reported it. Gollum is  a liar, and you have to sift his words.  

  • For instance, he called the Ring his  “birthday-present”, and he stuck to that.  

  • He said it came from his grandmother, who had lots  of beautiful things of that kind. A ridiculous  

  • story. I have no doubt that Sméagol's grandmother  was a matriarch, a great person in her way,  

  • but to talk of her possessing many Elven-rings was  absurd, and as for giving them away, it was a lie.  

  • But a lie with a grain of truth. 'The murder ofagol haunted Gollum,  

  • and he had made up a defence, repeating  it to hisPreciousover and over again,  

  • as he gnawed bones in the dark, until he  almost believed it. It was his birthday. Déagol  

  • ought to have given the ring to him. It had  obviously turned up just so as to be a present.  

  • It was his birthday-present, and so on, and on. 'I endured him as long as I could, but the truth  

  • was desperately important, and in the endhad to be harsh. I put the fear of fire on him,  

  • and wrung the true story out of him, bit by  bit, together with much snivelling and snarling.  

  • He thought he was misunderstood and ill-usedBut when he had at last told me his history,  

  • as far as the end of the Riddle-game and  Bilbo's escape, he would not say any more,  

  • except in dark hints. Some other fear was on him  greater than mine. He muttered that he was going  

  • to get his own back. People would see if he would  stand being kicked, and driven into a hole and  

  • then robbed. Gollum had good friends now, good  friends and very strong. They would help him.  

  • Baggins would pay for it. That was his chief  thought. He hated Bilbo and cursed his name.  

  • What is more, he knew where he came from.' 'But how did he find that out?' asked Frodo

  • 'Well, as for the name, Bilbo very foolishly  told Gollum himself; and after that it would not  

  • be difficult to discover his country, once Gollum  came out. Oh yes, he came out. His longing for the  

  • Ring proved stronger than his fear of the Orcs, or  even of the light. After a year or two he left the  

  • mountains. You see, though still bound by desire  of it, the Ring was no longer devouring him;  

  • he began to revive a little. He felt old, terribly  old, yet less timid, and he was mortally hungry

  • 'Light, light of Sun and Moon, he still  feared and hated, and he always will, I think;  

  • but he was cunning. He found he could hide from  daylight and moonshine, and make his way swiftly  

  • and softly by dead of night with his pale cold  eyes, and catch small frightened or unwary things.  

  • He grew stronger and bolder with  new food and new air. He found  

  • his way into Mirkwood, as one would expect.' 'Is that where you found him?' asked Frodo

  • 'I saw him there,' answered Gandalf,  'but before that he had wandered far,  

  • following Bilbo's trail. It was difficult  to learn anything from him for certain,  

  • for his talk was constantly interrupted by curses  and threats. “What had it got in its pocketses?”  

  • he said. “It wouldn't say, no precious. Little  cheat. Not a fair question. It cheated first,  

  • it did. It broke the rules. We ought to have  squeezed it, yes precious. And we will, precious!” 

  • 'That is a sample of his talk. I don't suppose  you want any more. I had weary days of it.  

  • But from hints dropped among the snarlsgathered that his padding feet had taken  

  • him at last to Esgaroth, and even to the streets  of Dale, listening secretly and peering. Well,  

  • the news of the great events went far and wide in  Wilderland, and many had heard Bilbo's name and  

  • knew where he came from. We had made no secret  of our return journey to his home in the West.  

  • Gollum's sharp ears would  soon learn what he wanted.' 

  • 'Then why didn't he track Bilbo further?'  asked Frodo. 'Why didn't he come to the Shire?' 

  • 'Ah,' said Gandalf, 'now we come to it. I  think Gollum tried to. He set out and came back  

  • westward, as far as the Great River. But then he  turned aside. He was not daunted by the distance,  

  • I am sure. No, something else drew him away. So  my friends think, those that hunted him for me

  • 'The Wood-elves tracked him first, an easy  task for them, for his trail was still fresh  

  • then. Through Mirkwood and back again it  led them, though they never caught him.  

  • The wood was full of the rumour of himdreadful tales even among beasts and birds.  

  • The Woodmen said that there was some new  terror abroad, a ghost that drank blood.  

  • It climbed trees to find nests; it  crept into holes to find the young;  

  • it slipped through windows to find cradles. 'But at the western edge of Mirkwood the trail  

  • turned away. It wandered off southwards and passed  out of the Wood-elves' ken, and was lost. And then  

  • I made a great mistake. Yes, Frodo, and not the  first; though I fear it may prove the worst.  

  • I let the matter be. I let him go; forhad much else to think of at that time,  

  • and I still trusted the lore of Saruman. 'Well, that was years ago. I have paid for  

  • it since with many dark and dangerous days. The  trail was long cold when I took it up again, after  

  • Bilbo left here. And my search would have been in  vain, but for the help that I had from a friend:  

  • Aragorn, the greatest traveller and  huntsman of this age of the world.  

  • Together we sought for Gollum down the  whole length of Wilderland, without hope,  

  • and without success. But at last, when I had  given up the chase and turned to other paths,  

  • Gollum was found. My friend returned out of great  perils bringing the miserable creature with him

  • 'What he had been doing he would not say. He  only wept and called us cruel, with many a  

  • gollum in his throat; and when we pressed him he  whined and cringed, and rubbed his long hands,  

  • licking his fingers as if they pained himas if he remembered some old torture. But  

  • I am afraid there is no possible doubthe had made his slow, sneaking way,  

  • step by step, mile by mile, southdown at last to the Land of Mordor.' 

  • A heavy silence fell in the roomFrodo could hear his heart beating.  

  • Even outside everything seemed still. No  sound of Sam's shears could now be heard

  • 'Yes, to Mordor,' said Gandalf. 'Alas! Mordor  draws all wicked things, and the Dark Power  

  • was bending all its will to gather them thereThe Ring of the Enemy would leave its mark, too,  

  • leave him open to the summons. And all folk were  whispering then of the new Shadow in the South,  

  • and its hatred of the West. There were his fine  new friends, who would help him in his revenge

  • 'Wretched fool! In that land he would learn  much, too much for his comfort. And sooner or  

  • later as he lurked and pried on the borders he  would be caught, and takenfor examination.  

  • That was the way of it, I fear. When he was found  he had already been there long, and was on his way  

  • back. On some errand of mischief. But that does  not matter much now. His worst mischief was done

  • 'Yes, alas! through him the Enemy has  learned that the One has been found again.  

  • He knows where Isildur fell. He knows where Gollum  found his ring. He knows that it is a Great Ring,  

  • for it gave long life. He knows that it is not  one of the Three, for they have never been lost,  

  • and they endure no evil.  

  • He knows that it is not one of the Sevenor the Nine, for they are accounted for.  

  • He knows that it is the One. And he has at  last heard, I think, of hobbits and the Shire

  • 'The Shirehe may be seeking for it now, if  he has not already found out where it lies.  

  • Indeed, Frodo, I fear that he may even think  that the long-unnoticed name of Baggins  

  • has become important.' 'But this is terrible!'  

  • cried Frodo. 'Far worse than the worst thatimagined from your hints and warnings. O Gandalf,  

  • best of friends, what am I to do? For  now I am really afraid. What am I to do?  

  • What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that  vile creature, when he had a chance!' 

  • 'Pity? It was Pity that stayed his handPity, and Mercy: not to strike without need.  

  • And he has been well rewarded, Frodo. Be sure  that he took so little hurt from the evil,  

  • and escaped in the end, because he began  his ownership of the Ring so. With Pity.' 

  • 'I am sorry,' said Frodo. 'But I am frightenedand I do not feel any pity for Gollum.' 

  • 'You have not seen him,' Gandalf broke in. 'No, and I don't want to,' said Frodo. 'I can't  

  • understand you. Do you mean to say that you, and  the Elves, have let him live on after all those  

  • horrible deeds? Now at any rate he is as bad as  an Orc, and just an enemy. He deserves death.' 

  • 'Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live  deserve death. And some that die deserve life.  

  • Can you give it to them? Then do not be too  eager to deal out death in judgement. For  

  • even the very wise cannot see all ends. I have not  much hope that Gollum can be cured before he dies,  

  • but there is a chance of it. And he is bound  up with the fate of the Ring. My heart tells  

  • me that he has some part to play yet, for good  or ill, before the end; and when that comes,  

  • the pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many –  yours not least. In any case we did not kill him:  

  • he is very old and very wretched. The Wood-elves  have him in prison, but they treat him with such  

  • kindness as they can find in their wise hearts.' 'All the same,' said Frodo, 'even if Bilbo could  

  • not kill Gollum, I wish he had not kept the Ring.  I wish he had never found it, and that I had not  

  • got it! Why did you let me keep it? Why didn't  you make me throw it away, or, or destroy it?' 

  • 'Let you? Make you?' said the wizard. 'Haven't  you been listening to all that I have said?  

  • You are not thinking of what you are saying. But  as for throwing it away, that was obviously wrong.  

  • These Rings have a way of being found. In evil  hands it might have done great evil. Worst of all,  

  • it might have fallen into the hands of  the Enemy. Indeed it certainly would;  

  • for this is the One, and he is exerting all  his power to find it or draw it to himself

  • 'Of course, my dear Frodo, it was dangerous  for you; and that has troubled me deeply.  

  • But there was so much at stake that I had  to take some riskthough even when I was  

  • far away there has never been a day when the  Shire has not been guarded by watchful eyes.  

  • As long as you never used it, I did not think that  the Ring would have any lasting effect on you,  

  • not for evil, not at any rate forvery long time. And you must remember  

  • that nine years ago, when I last saw  you, I still knew little for certain.' 

  • 'But why not destroy it, as you say should  have been done long ago?' cried Frodo again.  

  • 'If you had warned me, or even sent memessage, I would have done away with it.' 

  • 'Would you? How would you do  that? Have you ever tried?' 

  • 'No. But I suppose one  could hammer it or melt it.' 

  • 'Try!' said Gandalf. 'Try now!' Frodo drew the Ring out of his pocket  

  • again and looked at it. It now appeared plain and  smooth, without mark or device that he could see.  

  • The gold looked very fair and pure, and Frodo  thought how rich and beautiful was its colour,  

  • how perfect was its roundness. It was an admirable  thing and altogether precious. When he took it out  

  • he had intended to fling it from him into the very  hottest part of the fire. But he found now that he  

  • could not do so, not without a great struggleHe weighed the Ring in his hand, hesitating,  

  • and forcing himself to remember all that Gandalf  had told him; and then with an effort of will  

  • he made a movement, as if to cast it awaybut  he found that he had put it back in his pocket

  • Gandalf laughed grimly. 'You see? Already  you too, Frodo, cannot easily let it go,  

  • nor will to damage it. And I could notmakeyou  – except by force, which would break your mind.  

  • But as for breaking the Ring, force is  useless. Even if you took it and struck  

  • it with a heavy sledge-hammerit would make no dint in it.  

  • It cannot be unmade by your hands, or by mine. 'Your small fire, of course, would not melt  

  • even ordinary gold. This Ring has already passed  through it unscathed, and even unheated. But there  

  • is no smith's forge in this Shire that could  change it at all. Not even the anvils and  

  • furnaces of the Dwarves could do that. It has been  said that dragon-fire could melt and consume the  

  • Rings of Power, but there is not now any dragon  left on earth in which the old fire is hot enough;  

  • nor was there ever any dragon, not even Ancalagon  the Black, who could have harmed the One Ring, the  

  • Ruling Ring, for that was made by Sauron himself. 'There is only one way: to find the Cracks of  

  • Doom in the depths of Orodruin, the Fire-mountainand cast the Ring in there, if you really wish to  

  • destroy it, to put it beyond the  grasp of the Enemy for ever.' 

  • 'I do really wish to destroy it!' cried Frodo.  'Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made  

  • for perilous quests. I wish I had never seen the  Ring! Why did it come to me? Why was I chosen?' 

  • 'Such questions cannot be answered,' said  Gandalf. 'You may be sure that it was not  

  • for any merit that others do not possessnot for power or wisdom, at any rate. But  

  • you have been chosen, and you must therefore use  such strength and heart and wits as you have.' 

  • 'But I have so little of any  of these things! You are wise  

  • and powerful. Will you not take the Ring?' 'No!' cried Gandalf, springing to his feet.  

  • 'With that power I should have power too great  and terrible. And over me the Ring would gain  

  • a power still greater and more deadly.' His eyes  flashed and his face was lit as by a fire within.  

  • 'Do not tempt me! For I do not wish to become  like the Dark Lord himself. Yet the way of the  

  • Ring to my heart is by pity, pity for weakness  and the desire of strength to do good. Do not  

  • tempt me! I dare not take it, not even to keep it  safe, unused. The wish to wield it would be too  

  • great for my strength. I shall have such  need of it. Great perils lie before me.' 

  • He went to the window and drew  aside the curtains and the shutters.  

  • Sunlight streamed back again into the roomSam passed along the path outside whistling.  

  • 'And now,' said the wizard, turning back  to Frodo, 'the decision lies with you.  

  • But I will always help you.' He laid his hand  on Frodo's shoulder. 'I will help you bear this  

  • burden, as long as it is yours to bear. But we  must do something, soon. The Enemy is moving.' 

  • There was a long silence. Gandalf sat  down again and puffed at his pipe,  

  • as if lost in thought. His eyes  seemed closed, but under the lids  

  • he was watching Frodo intently. Frodo gazed  fixedly at the red embers on the hearth,  

  • until they filled all his vision, and he seemed  to be looking down into profound wells of fire.  

  • He was thinking of the fabled Cracks of  Doom and the terror of the Fiery Mountain

  • 'Well!' said Gandalf at last. 'What are you  thinking about? Have you decided what to do?' 

  • 'No!' answered Frodo, coming back to himself  out of darkness, and finding to his surprise  

  • that it was not dark, and that out of the  window he could see the sunlit garden.  

  • 'Or perhaps, yes. As far as I understand  what you have said, I suppose I must keep  

  • the Ring and guard it, at least for  the present, whatever it may do to me.' 

  • 'Whatever it may do, it  will be slow, slow to evil,  

  • if you keep it with that purpose,' said Gandalf. 'I hope so,' said Frodo. 'But I hope that you may  

  • find some other better keeper soon. But in  the meanwhile it seems that I am a danger,  

  • a danger to all that live near me. I  cannot keep the Ring and stay here.  

  • I ought to leave Bag End, leave the Shireleave everything and go away.' He sighed

  • 'I should like to save the Shire, if I could –  though there have been times when I thought the  

  • inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and  have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of  

  • dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel  like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire  

  • lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall  find wandering more bearable: I shall know  

  • that somewhere there is a firm footholdeven if my feet cannot stand there again

  • 'Of course, I have sometimes  thought of going away,  

  • but I imagined that as a kind of holiday, a  series of adventures like Bilbo's or better,  

  • ending in peace. But this would mean  exile, a flight from danger into danger,  

  • drawing it after me. And I suppose I must go  alone, if I am to do that and save the Shire.  

  • But I feel very small, and very uprooted, and well  – desperate. The Enemy is so strong and terrible.' 

  • He did not tell Gandalf, but as he  was speaking a great desire to follow  

  • Bilbo flamed up in his heartto follow  Bilbo, and even perhaps to find him again.  

  • It was so strong that it overcame his fearhe could almost have run out there and then  

  • down the road without his hat, as Bilbo  had done on a similar morning long ago

  • 'My dear Frodo!' exclaimed Gandalf.  'Hobbits really are amazing creatures,  

  • as I have said before. You can learn all that  there is to know about their ways in a month,  

  • and yet after a hundred years they  can still surprise you at a pinch.  

  • I hardly expected to get such an answer, not  even from you. But Bilbo made no mistake in  

  • choosing his heir, though he little thought how  important it would prove. I am afraid you are  

  • right. The Ring will not be able to stay hidden  in the Shire much longer; and for your own sake,  

  • as well as for others, you will have to goand leave the name of Baggins behind you.  

  • That name will not be safe to have, outside the  Shire or in the Wild. I will give you a travelling  

  • name now. When you go, go as Mr. Underhill. 'But I don't think you need go alone. Not if  

  • you know of anyone you can trust, and who would  be willing to go by your sideand that you  

  • would be willing to take into unknown perilsBut if you look for a companion, be careful  

  • in choosing! And be careful of what you  say, even to your closest friends! The  

  • enemy has many spies and many ways of hearing.' Suddenly he stopped as if listening. Frodo became  

  • aware that all was very quiet, inside and outsideGandalf crept to one side of the window. Then with  

  • a dart he sprang to the sill, and thrust a long  arm out and downwards. There was a squawk, and up  

  • came Sam Gamgee's curly head hauled by one ear. 'Well, well, bless my beard!' said Gandalf. 'Sam  

  • Gamgee is it? Now what may you be doing?' 'Lor bless you, Mr. Gandalf,  

  • sir!' said Sam. 'Nothing! Leastways I was just  trimming the grass-border under the window,  

  • if you follow me.' He picked up his  shears and exhibited them as evidence

  • 'I don't,' said Gandalf grimly. 'It is some time  since I last heard the sound of your shears.  

  • How long have you been eavesdropping?' 'Eavesdropping, sir? I don't follow you,  

  • begging your pardon. There ain't no  eaves at Bag End, and that's a fact.' 

  • 'Don't be a fool! What have you heardand why did you listen?' Gandalf's eyes  

  • flashed and his brows stuck out like bristles. 'Mr. Frodo, sir!' cried Sam quaking. 'Don't let  

  • him hurt me, sir! Don't let him turn me into  anything unnatural! My old dad would take on  

  • so. I meant no harm, on my honour, sir!' 'He won't hurt you,' said Frodo,  

  • hardly able to keep from laughing, although he was  himself startled and rather puzzled. 'He knows,  

  • as well as I do, that you mean no harm. But just  you up and answer his questions straight away!' 

  • 'Well, sir,' said Sam dithering a little. 'I  heard a deal that I didn't rightly understand,  

  • about an enemy, and rings, and Mr. Bilbo, sirand dragons, and a fiery mountain, andand  

  • Elves, sir. I listened because I couldn't help  myself, if you know what I mean. Lor bless me,  

  • sir, but I do love tales of that sort. Andbelieve them too, whatever Ted may say. Elves,  

  • sir! I would dearly love to see them. Couldn't  you take me to see Elves, sir, when you go?' 

  • Suddenly Gandalf laughed. 'Come inside!'  he shouted, and putting out both his arms  

  • he lifted the astonished Sam, shearsgrass-clippings and all, right through  

  • the window and stood him on the floor. 'Take you  to see Elves, eh?' he said, eyeing Sam closely,  

  • but with a smile flickering on his face.  'So you heard that Mr. Frodo is going away?' 

  • 'I did, sir. And that's why I choked: which  you heard seemingly. I tried not to, sir,  

  • but it burst out of me: I was so upset.' 'It can't be helped, Sam,' said Frodo sadly.  

  • He had suddenly realized that flying  from the Shire would mean more painful  

  • partings than merely saying farewell  to the familiar comforts of Bag End.  

  • 'I shall have to go. But' – and here he looked  hard at Sam – 'if you really care about me, you  

  • will keep that dead secret. See? If you don't, if  you even breathe a word of what you've heard here,  

  • then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted  toad and fill the garden full of grass-snakes.' 

  • Sam fell on his knees, trembling. 'Get up, Sam!'  said Gandalf. 'I have thought of something better  

  • than that. Something to shut your mouthand punish you properly for listening.  

  • You shall go away with Mr. Frodo!' 'Me, sir!' cried Sam, springing up like a dog  

  • invited for a walk. 'Me go and see Elves and allHooray!' he shouted, and then burst into tears.

Chapter 2 THE SHADOW OF THE PAST 

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