按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
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 e； 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：
'Well； Mr。 Frodo； we've been far and seen a deal； and yet I don't think we've found a better place
than this。 There's something of everything here； if you understand me： the Shire and the Golden
Wood and Gondor and kings' houses and inns and meadows and mountains all mixed。 And yet；
somehow； I feel we ought to be going soon。 I'm worried about my gaffer； to tell you the truth。'
'Yes； something of everything； Sam； except the Sea；' Frodo had answered； and he repeated it
now to himself： 'Except the Sea。'
That day Frodo spoke to Elrond； and it was agreed that they should leave the next morning。 To
their delight Gandalf said： 'I think I shall e too。 At least as far as Bree。 I want to see Butterbur。'
In the evening they went to say good…bye to Bilbo。 'Well； if you must go； you must；' he said。 'I
am sorry。 I shall miss you。 It is nice just to know that you are about the place。 But I am getting very
sleepy。' Then he gave Frodo his mithril…coat and Sting； forgetting that he had already done so； and
he gave him also three books of lore that he had made at various times； written in his spidery hand；
and labelled on their red backs： _Translations from the Elvish； by B。B。_
To Sam he gave a little bag of gold。 'Almost the last drop of the Smaug vintage；' he said。 'May
e in useful； if you think of getting married； Sam。' Sam blushed。
'I have nothing much to give to you young fellows；' he said to Merry and Pippin； 'except good
advice。' And when he had given them a fair sample of this； he added a last item in Shire…fashion：
'Don't let your heads get too big for your hats！ But if you don't finish growing up soon； you are
going to find hats and clothes expensive。'
'But if you want to beat the Old Took；' said Pippin； 'I don't see why we shouldn't try and beat the
Bullroarer。'
Bilbo laughed； and he produced out of a pocket two beautiful pipes with pearl mouth…pieces and
bound with fine…wrought silver。 'Think of me when you smoke them！' he said。 'The Elves made
them for me； but I don't smoke now。' And then suddenly he nodded and went to sleep for a little；
and when he woke up again he said： 'Now where were we？ Yes； of course； giving presents。 Which
reminds me： what's bee of my ring； Frodo； that you took away？'
'I have lost it； Bilbo dear；' said Frodo。 'I got rid of it； you know。'
'What a pity！' said Bilbo。 'I should have liked to see it again。 But no； how silly of me！ That's
what you went for； wasn't it： to get rid of it？ But it is all so confusing； for such a lot of other things
seem to have got mixed up with it： Aragorn's affairs； and the White Council and Gondor； and the
Horsemen； and Southrons； and oliphaunts – did you really see one； Sam？ – and caves and towers
and golden trees； and goodness knows what besides。
'I evidently came back by much too straight a road from my trip。 I think Gandalf might have
shown me round a bit。 But then the auction would have been over before I got back； and I should
have had even more trouble than I did。 Anyway it's too late now； and really I think it's much more
fortable to sit here and hear about it all。 The fire's very cosy here； and the food's very good； and
there are Elves when you want them。 What more could one want？
_The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began。
Now far ahead the Road has gone；
Let others follow it who can！
Let them a journey new begin；
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn；
My evening…rest and sleep to meet。'_
And as Bilbo murmured the last words his head dropped on his chest and he slept soundly。
The evening deepened in the room； and the firelight burned brighter； and they looked at Bilbo as
he slept and saw that his face was smiling。 For some time they sat in silence； and then Sam looking
round at the room and the shadows flickering on the walls； said softly：
'I don't think； Mr。 Frodo； that he's done much writing while we've been away。 He won't ever
write our story now。'
At that Bilbo opened an eye； almost as if he had heard。 Then he roused himself。 'You see； I am
getting so sleepy；' he said。 'And when I have time to write； I only really like writing poetry。 I
wonder； Frodo my dear fellow； if you would very much mind tidying things up a bit before you go？
Collect all my notes and papers； and my diary too； and take them with you； if you will。 You see； I
haven't much time for the selection and the arrangement and all that。 Get Sam to help； and when
you've knocked things into shape； e back； and I'll run over it。 I won't be too critical。'
'Of course I'll do it！' said Frodo。 'And of course I'll e back soon： it won't be dangerous any
more。 There is a real king now and he will soon put the roads in order。'
'Thank you； my dear fellow！' said Bilbo。 'That really is a very great relief to my mind。' And with
that he fell fast asleep again。
The next day Gandalf and the hobbits took leave of Bilbo in his room； for it was cold out of
doors； and then they said farewell to Elrond and all his household。
As Frodo stood upon the threshold； Elrond wished him a fair journey； and blessed him； and he
said：
'I think； Frodo； that maybe you will not need to e back； unless you e 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。
_Chapter 7_
Homeward Bound
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 cannot be wholly cured；' said Gandalf。
'I fear it may be so with mine；' said Frodo。 'There is no real going back。 Though I may e 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