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r still greater and more deadly。' His eyes flashed and his face was lit as by a fire within。 'Do not tempt me！ For I do not wish to bee like the Dark Lord himself。 Yet the way of the Ring to my heart is by pity； pity for weakness and the desire of strength to do good。 Do not tempt me！ I dare not take it； not even to keep it safe； unused。 The wish to wield it would be too great； for my strength。 I shall have such need of it。 Great perils lie before me。'
He went to the window and drew aside the curtains and the shutters。 Sunlight streamed back again into the room。 Sam passed along the path outside whistling。 'And now；' said the wizard； turning back to Frodo； 'the decision lies with you。 But I will always help you。' He laid his hand on Frodo's shoulder。 'I will help you bear this burden； as long as It is yours to bear。 But we must do something； soon。 The Enemy is moving。'
There was a long silence。 Gandalf sat down again and puffed at his pipe； as if lost in thought。 His eyes seemed closed； but under the lids he was watching Frodo intently。 Frodo gazed fixedly at the red embers on the hearth； until they filled all his vision； and he seemed to be looking down into profound wells of fire。 He was thinking of the fabled Cracks of Doom and the terror of the Fiery Mountain。
'Well！' said Gandalf at last。 'What are you thinking about？ Have you decided what to do？'
'No！' answered Frodo； ing back to himself out of darkness； and finding to his surprise that it was not dark； and that out of the window he could see the sunlit garden。 'Or perhaps； yes。 As far as I understand what you have said； I suppose I must keep the Ring and guard it； at least for the present； whatever it may do to me。'
'Whatever it may do； it will be slow； slow to evil； if you keep it with that purpose；' said Gandalf。
'I hope so；' said Frodo。 'But I hope that you may find some other better keeper soon。 But in the meanwhile it seems that I am a danger； a danger to all that live near me。 I cannot keep the Ring and stay here。 I ought to leave Bag End； leave the Shire； leave everything and go away。' He sighed。
'I should like to save the Shire； if I could … though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words； and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them。 But I don't feel like that now。 I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind； safe and fortable； I shall find wandering more bearable： I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold； even if my feet cannot stand there again。
'Of course； I have sometimes thought of going away； but I imagined that as a kind of holiday； a series of adventures like Bilbo's or better； ending in peace。 But this would mean exile； a flight from danger into danger； drawing it after me。 And I suppose I must go alone； if I am to do that and save the Shire。 But I feel very small； and very uprooted； and well … desperate。 The Enemy is so strong and terrible。'
He did not tell Gandalf； but as he was speaking a great desire to follow Bilbo flamed up in his heart … to follow Bilbo； and even perhaps to find him again。 It was so strong that it overcame his fear： he could almost have run out there and then down the road without his hat； as Bilbo had done on a similar morning long ago。
'My dear Frodo！' exclaimed Gandalf。 'Hobbits really are amazing creatures； as I have said before。 You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month； and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch。 I hardly expected to get such an answer； not even from you。 But Bilbo made no mistake in choosing his heir； though he little thought how important it would prove。 I am afraid you are right。 The Ring will not be able to stay hidden in the Shire much longer； and for your own sake； as well as for others； you will have to go； and leave the name of Baggins behind you。 That name will not be safe to have； outside the Shire or in the Wild。 I will give you a travelling name now。 When you go； go as Mr。 Underhill。
'But I don't think you need go alone。 Not if you know of anyone you can trust； and who would be willing to go by your side … and that you would be willing to take into unknown perils。 But if you look for a panion； be careful in choosing！ And be careful of what you say； even to your closest friends！ The enemy has many spies and many ways of hearing。'
Suddenly he stopped as if listening。 Frodo became aware that all was very quiet； inside and outside。 Gandalf crept to one side of the window。 Then with a dart he sprang to the sill； and thrust a long arm out and downwards。 There was a squawk； and up came Sam Gamgee's curly head hauled by one ear。
'Well； well； bless my beard！' said Gandalf。 'Sam Gamgee is it？ Now what may you be doing？'
'Lor bless you； Mr。 Gandalf； sir！' said Sam。 'Nothing！ Leastways I was just trimming the grass…border under the window； if you follow me。' He picked up his shears and exhibited them as evidence。
'I don't；' said Gandalf grimly。 It is some time since I last heard the sound of your shears。 How long have you been eavesdropping？'
'Eavesdropping； sir？ I don't follow you； begging your pardon。 There ain't no eaves at Bag End； and that's a fact。'
'Don't be a fool！ What have you heard； and why did you listen？' Gandalf's eyes flashed and his brows stuck out like bristles。
'Mr。 Frodo； sir！' cried Sam quaking。 'Don't let him hurt me； sir！ Don't let him turn me into anything unnatural！ My old dad would take on so。 I meant no harm； on my honour； sir！'
'He won't hurt you；' said Frodo； hardly able to keep from laughing； although he was himself startled and rather puzzled。 'He knows； as well as I do； that you mean no harm。 But just you up and answer his questions straight away！'
'Well； sir；' said Sam dithering a little。 'I heard a deal that I didn't rightly understand； about an enemy； and rings； and Mr。 Bilbo； sir； and dragons； and a fiery mountain； and … and Elves； sir。 I listened because I couldn't help myself； if you know what I mean。 Lor bless me； sir； but I do love tales of that sort。 And I believe them too； whatever Ted may say。 Elves； sir！ I would dearly love to see them。 Couldn't you take me to see Elves； sir； when you go？'
Suddenly Gandalf laughed。 'e inside！' he shouted； and putting out both his arms he lifted the astonished Sam； shears； grass…clippings and all； right through the window and stood him on the floor。 'Take you to see Elves； eh？' he said； eyeing Sam closely； but with a smile flickering on his face。 'So you heard that Mr。 Frodo is going away？'
'I did； sir。 And that's why I choked： which you heard seemingly。 I tried not to； sir； but it burst out of me： I was so upset。'
'It can't be helped； Sam；' said Frodo sadly。 He had suddenly realized that flying from the Shire would mean more painful partings than merely saying farewell to the familiar forts of Bag End。 'I shall have to go。 But' … and here he looked hard at Sam … 'if you really care about me； you will keep that dead secret。 See？ If you don't； if you even breathe a word of what you've heard here； then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted toad and fill the garden full of grass…snakes。'
Sam fell on his knees； trembling。 'Get up； Sam！' said Gandalf。 I have thought of something better than that。 Something to shut your mouth； and punish you properly for listening。 You shall go away with Mr。 Frodo！'
'Me； sir！' cried Sam； springing up like a dog invited for a walk。 'Me go and see Elves and all！ Hooray！' he shouted； and then burst into tears。
Chapter 3
Three is pany
'You ought to go quietly； and you ought to go soon；' said Gandalf。 Two or three weeks had passed； and still Frodo made no sign of getting ready to go。
'I know。 But it is difficult to do both；' he objected。 If I just vanish like Bilbo； the tale will be all over the Shire in no time。'
'Of course you mustn't vanish！' said Gandalf。 'That wouldn't do at all！ I said soon； not instantly。 If you can think of any way of slipping out of the Shire without its being generally known； it will be worth a little delay。 But you must not delay too long。'
'What about the autumn； on or after Our Birthday？' asked Frodo。 'I think I could probably make some arrangements by then。'
To tell the truth； he was very reluctant to start； now that it had e to the point。 Bag End seemed a more desirable residence than it had for years； and he wanted to savour as much as he could of his last summer in the Shire。 When autumn came； he knew that part at least of his heart would think more kindly of journeying； as it always did at that season。 He had indeed privately made up his mind to leave on his fiftieth birthday： Bilbo's one hundred and twenty…eighth。 It seemed somehow the proper day on which to set out and follow him。 Following Bilbo was uppermost in his mind； and the one thing that made the thought of leaving bearable。 He thought as little as possible about the Ring； and where it might lead him in the end。 But he did not tell all his thoughts to Gandalf。 What the wizard guessed was always difficult to tell。
He looked at Frodo and smiled。 'Very well；' he said。 'I think that will do … but it must not be any later。 I am getting very anxious。 In