![]() They do not fear the Ringwraiths, for those who have dwelt in the Blessed Realm live at once in both worlds, and against both the Seen and the Unseen they have great power. And here in Rivendell there live still some of his chief foes: the Elven-wise, lords of the Eldar from beyond the furthest seas. The Elves may fear the Dark Lord, and they may fly before him, but never again will they listen to him or serve him. “Yes, at present, until all else is conquered. “And where we are now,” Frodo hesitated, “is Rivendell safe?’ We have been terribly anxious and Sam, bless him, has hardly left your side, day or night, except to run messages.” The Elves brought you from this where you lost count. “Well, four nights and three days, to be exact. Elrond has cured you: he has tended you for days, ever since you were brought in.” It is not cold,” he added, touching his left hand with his right. “They don’t feel at all: which is an improvement, but” -he made an effort- “I can move my arm again a little. “You have talked and reckoned more than is good for you,” said Bilbo. We must have reached the Ford by the twentieth.” “I have been reckoning,” he said, “and I can’t bring the total up to October the twenty-fourth. But you have some strength in you, my dear hobbit!” A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. You were beginning to fade,” answered Bilbo. “It all seemed so dim somehow and it still does.” “What happened at the Ford?” said Frodo, after they had recovered. Bilbo sat on the bed and held his nephew as the two hobbits wept together for their fallen companions. They gave their lives gladly so that you, and The Ring, could get here safely.” ![]() This is all my fault.”īilbo’s head snapped up, his own eyes brimming with tears, “You must never say that Frodo, you must not even think it! They died because of the Enemy, which is neither right nor fair. “And I’m afraid their wounds were indeed beyond our skill to treat.”įrodo, overcome with exhaustion and a sudden grief, bowed his head and wept, “Oh uncle, I am sorry. “He was our mysterious guardian apparently, sent from the Elves of Lothlorien east of the Misty Mountains, told to reveal himself only in the most dire of need to protect you,” said Bilbo. “But my own dear Frodo, I am afraid that Findol and my…my friend Dori have passed from this world, as has Haladon and Orophin.”įrodo blinked, as though he had been struck in the face, “Passed? But I saw them, their wounds could not be as bad as all that. “Sam was here until I sent him off to get some rest, about half an hour ago,” answered Bilbo. There was the old hobbit, sitting in a chair by the open window drawing on his pipe. “It is the morning of October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know.” “In the House of Elrond, and it is ten o’clock in the morning.” said a voice. “Where am I, and what is the time?” he said aloud to the ceiling. ![]() ![]() He lay a little while longer looking at patches of sunlight on the wall, and listening to the sound of a waterfall. Or perhaps he had been ill? But the ceiling looked strange it was flat, and it had dark beams richly carved. ![]() At first he thought that he had slept late, after a long unpleasant dream that still hovered on the edge of memory. Frodo woke and found himself lying in bed. ![]()
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