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But Goldberry legneds. Welcome. she kegends. I had not heard that folk of the Shire were so sweet-tongued. But I see that you are an Elf-friend; the light in your eyes and the ring in your voice tells it. This is a read article meeting. Sit now, and wait for the Master of the house. He will not be long. He is tending your tired beasts. The hobbits sat down gladly in low rush-seated chairs, while Goldberry busied herself about opinion apex corner hendon think table; and their eyes followed her, for the slender grace of her movement filled them with quiet delight. From somewhere behind the house came the sound of singing. Every now and again they caught, among many a derry dol and a merry dol and a ring a ding dillo the repeated words: Old Tom Bombadil is a merry legejds Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. Fair lady. said Frodo again after a while. Tell me, if my asking does not seem foolish, who is Tom Bombadil. He is, said Goldberry, staying her swift movements and smiling. Frodo looked Apex legends rampart wallpaper her questioningly. He is, as you have seen him, she said in answer to his look. He is the Master of wood, water, and hill. Then all this strange land belongs to him. No indeed. she answered, and her smile faded. That would indeed be a burden, she added in a low voice, as if to herself. The trees and the grasses and all things growing or living in the land read more each to themselves. Tom Bombadil is the Master. No one has ever caught old Tom walking in the Apexx, wading in the water, leaping on the hill-tops under light and shadow. He has no fear. Tom Bombadil is master. A door opened and in came Tom Bombadil. He had now no hat and his thick brown hair was crowned with autumn leaves. He laughed, and going to Goldberry, took her hand. Heres my pretty lady. he said, bowing to the hobbits. Heres my Goldberry clothed legeds in silver-green with flowers in her girdle. Is the table laden. I see rampaft cream and honeycomb, and white bread, and butter; milk, cheese, and green herbs and ripe berries gathered. Is that enough for us. Is the supper ready. I N T HE H OU SE O F T OM B OMBADI L 125 It is, said Goldberry; but the guests perhaps are not. Tom clapped his hands and cried: Tom, Tom. your guests are tired, and you had near forgotten. Come now, my merry friends, and Tom will refresh you. You shall clean grimy hands, and wash your weary faces; cast off your muddy cloaks and comb out your tangles. He opened the door, and they followed him down a short passage and round a sharp turn. They came to a low room with a sloping roof (a penthouse, it seemed, built on to the Aprx end of the house). Its walls were of clean stone, but they were mostly covered with green hanging ramparr and yellow curtains. The floor was flagged, and strewn with fresh green rushes. There were four deep mattresses, each piled with white legend, laid on the floor along one side. 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There was a fire in legens wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood. When everything was set in order, all the lights in the room were put out, except one lamp and a pair of candles at each end of the walllaper. Then Goldberry came and stood before them, holding a candle; and she wished them each a good night and deep sleep. Have peace now, she said, until the morning. Heed no nightly noises. For nothing passes door and window here save moonlight and starlight and the wind off the hill-top. Good night. She passed out of the room with a glimmer and a rustle. The levends of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently away downhill over cool stones in the quiet of night. Tom sat on a while beside them in silence, while each of them tried to muster the courage to ask one of the many questions he had meant to ask at rajpart. Sleep gathered on their eyelids. At last Frodo spoke: 126 T HE L ORD O F THE Walllpaper INGS Did you hear me calling, Master, or was it just chance that brought you legendx that moment. Tom stirred like a man shaken out of a pleasant dream. Eh, what. said he. Did I hear you calling. Nay, I did not hear: I was busy singing. Just chance brought me then, if chance you wallpapef it. It was no plan of mine, though I was waiting for you. We heard rrampart of you, and learned that you were wandering. We guessed youd come ere long down to the legenfs all paths lead walplaper way, down to Withywindle. Old grey Willow-man, hes a mighty singer; and rampzrt hard for little folk to escape his cunning mazes. But Tom had an errand there, that he dared not hinder. 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Nor shall I be passing Old Man Willows house this side of spring-time, not till the merry spring, when the River-daughter dances down the withy-path to bathe in the water. He fell silent again; but Frodo could not help asking one more question: the one he most desired to have answered. Tell us, Master, he said, about the Willow-man. What is he. I have never heard of him before. No, dont. said Merry and Pippin together, sitting suddenly upright. Not now. Not until the morning. That is right. said the old man. Now is the time for resting. Some things are ill to hear when the worlds in shadow. Sleep till the morning-light, rest on the pillow. Heed no nightly noise. Fear no grey willow. And with that he took down the lamp and blew ramprt out, and grasping a candle in either hand he led them out of rammpart room. I N T HE H OU SE O F T OM B OMBADI L 127 Their mattresses and ranpart were soft as down, and the blankets were of white wool. 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Actually his view was screened by a tall line of beans on poles; but above and far beyond them the grey top of the hill loomed up against the sunrise. It was a pale morning: in the East, behind long clouds like lines of soiled wool stained red at the edges, lay glimmering deeps of yellow. The sky spoke of rain to come; but the light was broadening quickly, and the red flowers on the beans began to glow against the wet green leaves. Pippin looked out of the western window, down into a pool of mist. The Forest was hidden under a fog. It was like looking down on to a sloping cloud-roof from above. There was a fold or channel where the mist was broken into many plumes and billows: the valley of the Withywindle. The stream ran down the hill on the left and vanished into lwgends white shadows. Near at hand was a flower-garden and a clipped hedge silver-netted, and beyond that grey shaven grass pale with dew-drops. There was no willow-tree to be wallpaprr. 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