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the return of the king-第章

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richness and growth; and a gleam of a beauty beyond that of mortal summers that flicker and pass 
upon this Middle…earth。 All the children born or begotten in that year; and there were many; were 
fair to see and strong; and most of them had a rich golden hair that had before been rare among 
hobbits。 The fruit was so plentiful that young hobbits very nearly bathed in strawberries and cream; 
and later they sat on the lawns under the plum…trees and ate; until they had made piles of stones like 
small pyramids or the heaped skulls of a conqueror; and then they moved on。 And no one was ill; 
and everyone was pleased。 except those who had to mow the grass。
     In the Southfarthing the vines were laden; and the yield of 'leaf' was astonishing; and 
everywhere there was so much corn that at Harvest every barn was stuffed。 'The Northfarthing 
barley was so fine that the beer of 1420 malt was long remembered and became a byword。 Indeed a 
generation later one might hear an old gaffer in an inn; after a good pint of well…earned ale; put 
down his mug with a sigh: 'Ah! that was proper fourteen…twenty; that was!'
     Sam stayed at first at the Cottons' with Frodo; but when the New Row was ready he went with 
the Gaffer。 In addition to all his other labours he was busy directing the cleaning up and restoring 
of Bag End; but he was often away in the Shire on his forestry work。 So he was not at home in 
early March and did not know that Frodo had been ill。 On the thirteenth of that month Farmer 
Cotton found Frodo lying on his bed; he was clutching a white gem that hung on a chain about his 
neck and he seemed half in a dream。
     'It is gone for ever;' he said; 'and now all is dark and empty。'
     But the fit passed; and when Sam got back on the twenty…fifth; Frodo had recovered; and he said 
nothing about himself。 In the meanwhile Bag End had been set in order; and Merry and Pippin 
came over from Crickhollow bringing back all the old furniture and gear; so that the old hole soon 
looked very much as it always had done。
     When all was at last ready Frodo said: 'When are you going to move in and join me; Sam?'
     Sam looked a bit awkward。
     'There is no need to e yet; if you don't want to;' said Frodo。 'But you know the Gaffer is 
close at hand; and he will be very well looked after by Widow Rumble。'
     It s not that; Mr。 Frodo; said Sam; and he went very red。
     'Well; what is it?'
     'It's Rosie; Rose Cotton;' said Sam。 'It seems she didn't like my going abroad at all; poor lass; but 
as I hadn't spoken; she couldn't say so。 And I didn't speak; because I had a job to do first。 But now I 
have spoken; and she says: 〃Well; you've wasted a year; so why wait longer?〃 〃Wasted?〃 I says。 〃I 
wouldn't call it that。〃 Still I see what she means。 I feel torn in two; as you might say。'
     'I see;' said Frodo: 'you want to get married; and yet you want to live with me in Bag End too? 
But my dear Sam; how easy! Get married as soon as you can; and then move in with Rosie。 There's 
room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish for。'
     And so it was settled。 Sam Gamgee married Rose Cotton in the Spring of 1420 (which was also 
famous for its weddings); and they came and lived at Bag End。 And if Sam thought himself lucky; 
Frodo knew that he was more lucky himself; for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked 
after with such care。 When the labours of repair had all been planned and set going he took to a 
quiet life; writing a great deal and going through all his notes。 He resigned the office of Deputy 
Mayor at the Free Fair that mid…summer; and dear old Will Whitfoot had another seven years of 
presiding at Banquets。
     Merry and Pippin lived together for some time at Crickhollow; and there was much ing and 
going between Buckland and Bag End。 The two young Travellers cut a great dash in the Shire with 
their songs and their tales and their finery; and their wonderful parties。 'Lordly' folk called them; 
meaning nothing but good; for it warmed all hearts to see them go riding by with their mail…shirts 
so bright and their shields so splendid; laughing and singing songs of far away; and if they were 
now large and magnificent; they were unchanged otherwise; unless they were indeed more 
fairspoken and more jovial and full of merriment than ever before。
     Frodo and Sam; however; went back to ordinary attire; except that when there was need they 
both wore long grey cloaks; finely woven and clasped at the throat with beautiful brooches; and Mr。 
Frodo wore always a white jewel on a chain that he often would finger。
     All things now went well; with hope always of being still better; and Sam was as busy and 
as full of delight as even a hobbit could wish。 Nothing for him marred that whole year; except for 
some vague anxiety about his master。 Frodo dropped quietly out of all the doings of the Shire; and 
Sam was pained to notice how little honour he had in his own country。 Few people knew or wanted 
to know about his deeds and adventures; their admiration and respect were given mostly to Mr。 
Meriadoc and Mr。 Peregrin and (if Sam had known it) to himself。 Also in the autumn there 
appeared a shadow of old troubles。
     One evening Sam came into the study and found his master looking very strange。 He was very 
pale and his eyes seemed to see things far away。
     'What's the matter; Mr。 Frodo?' said Sam。
     'I am wounded;' he answered; 'wounded; it will never really heal。'
     But then he got up; and the turn seemed to pass; and he was quite himself the next day。 It was 
not until afterwards that Sam recalled that the date was October the sixth。 Two years before on that 
day it was dark in the dell under Weathertop。
     Time went on; and 1421 came in。 Frodo was ill again in March; but with a great effort he 
concealed it; for Sam had other things to think about。 The first of Sam and Rosie's children was 
born on the twenty…fifth of March; a date that Sam noted。
     'Well; Mr。 Frodo;' he said。 'I'm in a bit of a fix。 Rose and me had settled to call him Frodo; with 
your leave; but it's not _him_; it's _her_。 Though as pretty
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