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the storied and figured maps and books of lore that were in the house of Elrond。 Sometimes Frodo was with them； but he was content to lean on their guidance； and he spent as much time as he could with Bilbo。
In those last days the hobbits sat together in the evening in the Hall of Fire； and there among many tales they heard told in full the lay of Beren and Lúthien and the winning of the Great Jewel； but in the day； while Merry and Pippin were out and about； Frodo and Sam were to be found with Bilbo in his own small room。 Then Bilbo would read passages from his book （which still seemed very inplete）。 or scraps of his verses； or would take notes of Frodo's adventures。
On the morning of the last day Frodo was alone with Bilbo； and the old hobbit pulled out from under his bed a wooden box。 He lifted the lid and fumbled inside。
'Here is your sword；' he said。 'But it was broken； you know。 I took it to keep it safe but I've forgotten to ask if the smiths could mend it。 No time now。。 So I thought； perhaps； you would care to have this； don't you know？'
He took from the box a small sword in an old shabby leathern scabbard。 Then he drew it； and its polished and well…tended blade glittered suddenly； cold and bright。 'This is Sting；' he said； and thrust it with little effort deep into a wooden beam。 ‘Take it； if you like。 I shan't want it again； I expect。'
Frodo accepted it gratefully。
'Also there is this！' said Bilbo； bringing out a parcel which seemed to be rather heavy for its size。 He unwound several folds of old cloth； and held up a small shirt of mail。 It was close…woven of many rings； as supple almost as linen； cold as ice； and harder than steel。 It shone like moonlit silver； and was studded with white gems。 With it was a belt of pearl and crystal。
'It's a pretty thing； isn't it？' said Bilbo； moving it in the light。 ‘And useful。 It is my dwarf…mail that Thorin gave me。 I got it back from Michel Delving before I started； and packed it with my luggage： I brought all the mementoes of my Journey away with me； except the Ring。 But I did not expect to use this； and I don't need it now； except to look at sometimes。 You hardly feel any weight when you put it on。'
‘I should look … well； I don't think I should look right in it；' said Frodo。
‘Just what I said myself；' said Bilbo。 'But never mind about looks。 You can wear it under your outer clothes。 e on！ You must share this secret with me。 Don't tell anybody else！ But I should feel happier if I knew you were wearing it。 I have a fancy it would turn even the knives of the Black Riders；' he ended in a low voice。
‘Very well； I will take it；' said Frodo。 Bilbo put it on him； and fastened Sting upon the glittering belt； and then Frodo put over the top his old weather…stained breeches； tunic； and jacket。
'Just a plain hobbit you look；' said Bilbo。 'But there is more about you now than appears on the surface。 Good luck to you！' He turned away and looked out of the window； trying to hum a tune。
'I cannot thank you as I should； Bilbo； for this； and for all our past kindnesses；' said Frodo。
'Don't try！' said the old hobbit； turning round and slapping him on the back。 ‘Ow！' he cried。 ‘You are too hard now to slap！ But there you are： Hobbits must stick together； and especially Bagginses。 All I ask in return is： take as much care of yourself as you can。 and bring back all the news you can； and any old songs and tales you can e by。 I'll do my best to finish my book before you return。 I should like to write the second book； if I am spared。' He broke off and turned to the window again； singing softly。
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen；
of meadow…flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been；
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were；
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair。
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter es without a spring
that I shall ever see。
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen：
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green。
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago；
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know。
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before；
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door。
It was a cold grey day near the end of December。 The East Wind was streaming through the bare branches of the trees； and seething in the dark pines on the hills。 Ragged clouds were hurrying overhead； dark and low。 As the cheerless shadows of the early evening began to fall the pany made ready to set out。 They were to start at dusk； for Elrond counselled them to journey under cover of night as often as they could； until they were far from Rivendell。
‘You should fear the many eyes of the servants of Sauron；' he said。 'I do not doubt that news of the disfiture of the Riders has already reached him； and he will be filled with wrath。 Soon now his spies on foot and wing will be abroad in the northern lands。 Even of the sky above you must beware as you go on your way。'
The pany took little gear of war； for their hope was in secrecy not in battle。 Aragorn had Andúril but no other weapon； and he went forth clad only in rusty green and brown。 as a Ranger of the wilderness。 Boromir had a long sword； in fashion like Andúril but of less lineage and he bore also a shield and his war…horn。
'Loud and clear it sounds in the valleys of the hills；' he said； ‘and then let all the foes of Gondor flee！' Putting it to his lips he blew a blast； and the echoes leapt from rock to rock； and all that heard that voice in Rivendell sprang to their feet。
Slow should you be to wind that horn again； Boromir； said Elrond。 'until you stand once more on the borders of your land； and dire need is on you。'
‘Maybe；' said Boromir。 'But always I have let my horn cry at setting forth； and though thereafter we may walk in the shadows； I will not go forth as a thief in the night。'
Gimli the dwarf alone wore openly a short shirt of steel…rings； for dwarves make light of burdens； and in his belt was a broad…bladed axe。 Legolas had a bow and a quiver； and at his belt a long white knife。 The younger hobbits wore the swords that they had taken from the barrow； but Frodo took only Sting； and his mail…coat； as Bilbo wished； remained hidden。 Gandalf bore his staff； but girt at his side was the elven…sword Glamdring； the mate of Orcrist that lay now upon the breast of Thorin under the Lonely Mountain。
All were well furnished by Elrond with thick warm clothes； and they had jackets and cloaks lined with fur。 Spare food and clothes and blankets and other needs were laden on a pony； none other than the poor beast that they had brought from Bree。
？he stay in Rivendell had worked a great wonder of change on him： he was glossy and seemed to have the vigour of youth。 It was Sam who had insisted on choosing him； declaring that Bill （as he called him） would pine； if he did not e。
‘That animal can nearly talk；' he said； ‘and would talk； if he stayed here much longer。 He gave me a look as plain as Mr。 Pippin could speak it： if you don't let me go with you； Sam； I'll follow on my own。' So Bill was going as the beast of burden； yet he was the only member of the pany that did not seem depressed。
Their farewells had been said in the great hall by the fire； and they were only waiting now for Gandalf； who had not yet e out of the house。 A gleam of firelight came from the open doors； and soft lights were glowing in many windows。 Bilbo huddled in a cloak stood silent on the doorstep beside Frodo。 Aragorn sat with his head bowed to his knees； only Elrond knew fully what this hour meant to him。 The others could be seen as grey shapes in the darkness。
Sam was standing by the pony； sucking his teeth； and staring moodily into the gloom where the river roared stonily below； his desire for adventure was at its lowest ebb。
‘Bill； my lad；' he said； ‘you oughtn't to have took up with us。 You could have stayed here and et the best hay till the new grass es。' Bill swished his tail and said nothing。
Sam eased the pack on his shoulders； and went over anxiously in his mind all the things that he had stowed in it； wondering if he had forgotten anything： his chief treasure； his cooking gear； and the little box of salt that he always carried and refilled when he could； a good supply of pipe…weed （but not near enough； I'll warrant）； flint and tinder； woollen hose： linen； various small belongings of his master's that Frodo had forgotten and Sam had stowed to bring them out in triumph when they were called for。 He went through them all。
'Rope！' he muttered。 ‘No rope！ And only last night you said to yourself： 〃Sam； what about a bit of rope？ You'll want it； if you haven't got it：〃 Well； I'll want it。 I can't get it now。'
At that moment Elrond came out with Gandalf； and he called the pany to him。 'This is my last word；' he said in a low voice。 'The Ring…bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom。 On him alone is any charge laid： neither to cast away the Ring； nor to deliver it to any servant of the Enemy nor indeed to let any handle it； save members of the pany and the Counci