The story ended The hobbits moved and stretched Look it must be getting late

Sam and Merry got up and walked away from the fire Frodo and Pippin remained seated in silence Strider was watching the moonlight on the hill intently All seemed quiet and still, but Frodo felt a cold dread creeping over his heart, now that Strider was no longer speaking He huddled closer to the fire At that moment Sam came running back from the edge of the dell

No, sir I saw nothing, but I didnt stop to look

Terror overcame Pippin and Merry, and they threw themselves flat on the ground Sam shrank to Frodos side Frodo was hardly less terrified than his companions he was quaking as if he was bitter cold, but his terror was swallowed up in a sudden temptation to put on the Ring The desire to do this laid hold of him, and he could think of nothing else He did not forget the Barrow, nor the message of Gandalf but something seemed to be compelling him to disregard all warnings, and he longed to yield Not with the hope of escape, or of doing anything, either good or bad: he simply felt that he must take the Ring and put it on his finger He could not speak He felt Sam looking at him, as if he knew that his master was in some great trouble, but he could not turn towards him He shut his eyes and struggled for a while but resistance became unbearable, and at last he slowly drew out the chain, and slipped the Ring on the forefinger of his left hand

For a breathless time they sat there, silent and alert, with their backs turned to the wood fire, each gazing into the shadows that encircled them Nothing happened There was no sound or movement in the night Frodo stirred, feeling that he must break the silence: he longed to shout out aloud

There Beren came from mountains cold,And lost he wandered under leaves,And where the Elven river rolledHe walked alone and sorrowingHe peered between the hemlock leavesAnd saw in wander flowers of goldUpon her mantle and her sleeves,And her hair like shadow following

Enchantment healed his weary feetThat over hills were doomed to roamAnd forth he hastened, strong and fleet,And grasped at moonbeams glisteningThrough woven woods in ElvenhomeShe tightly fled on dancing feet,And left him lonely still to roamIn the silent forest listening

three or four tall black figures were standing there on the slope, looking down on them So black were they that they seemed like black holes in the deep shade behind them Frodo thought that he heard a faint hiss as of venomous breath and felt a thin piercing chill Then the shapes slowly advanced

When winter passed, she came again,And her song released the sudden spring,Like rising lark, and falling rain,And melting water bubblingHe saw the elven flowers springAbout her feet, and healed againHe longed by her to dance and singUpon the grass untroubling

Immediately, though everything else remained as before, dim and dark, the shapes became terribly clear He was able to see beneath their black wrappings There were five tall figures: …….

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