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ff； a sound he had never heard in waking life； though it had often troubled his dreams。 Suddenly he found he was out in the open。 There were no trees after all。 He was on a dark heath； and there was a strange salt smell in the air。 Looking up he saw before him a tall white tower； standing alone on a high ridge。 A great desire came over him to climb the tower and see the Sea。 He started to struggle up the ridge towards the tower： but suddenly a light came in the sky； and there was a noise of thunder。
Chapter 06
The Old Forest
Frodo woke suddenly。 It was still dark in the room。 Merry was standing there with a candle in one hand； and banging on the door with the other。 'All right！ What is it？' said Frodo； still shaken and bewildered。
'What is it！' cried Merry。 'It is time to get up。 It is half past four and very foggy。 e on！ Sam is already getting breakfast ready。 Even Pippin is up。 I am just going to saddle the ponies； and fetch the one that is to be the baggagecarrier。 Wake that sluggard Fatty！ At least he must get up and see us off。'
Soon after six o'clock the five hobbits were ready to start。 Fatty Bolger was still yawning。 They stole quietly out of the house。 Merry went in front leading a laden pony； and took his way along a path that went through a spinney behind the house； and then cut across several fields。 The leaves of trees were glistening； and every twig was dripping； the grass was grey with cold dew。 Everything was still； and faraway noises seemed near and clear： fowls chattering in a yard； someone closing a door of a distant house。
In their shed they found the ponies； sturdy little beasts of the kind loved by hobbits； not speedy； but good for a long day's work。 They mounted； and soon they were riding off into the mist； which seemed to open reluctantly before them and close forbiddingly behind them。 After riding for about an hour； slowly and without talking； they saw the Hedge looming suddenly ahead。 It was tall and ted over with silver cobwebs。 'How are you going to get through this？' asked Fredegar。 'Follow me！' said Merry； 'and you will see。' He turned to the left along the Hedge； and soon they came to a point where it bent inwards； running along the lip of a hollow。 A cutting had been made； at some distance from the Hedge； and went sloping gently down into the ground。 It had walls of brick at the sides； which rose steadily； until suddenly they arched over and formed a tunnel that dived deep under the Hedge and came out in the hollow on the other side。
Here Fatty Bolger halted。 'Goodbye； Frodo！' he said。 'I wish you were not going into the Forest。 I only hope you will not need rescuing before the day is out。 But good luck to you 。 today and every day！'
'If there are no worse things ahead than the Old Forest； I shall be lucky；' said Frodo。 'Tell Gandalf to hurry along the East Road： we shall soon be back on it and going as fast as we can。' 'Goodbye！' they cried； and rode down the slope and disappeared from Fredegar's sight into the tunnel。
It was dark and damp。 At the far end it was closed by a gate of thickset iron bars。 Merry got down and unlocked the gate； and when they had all passed through he pushed it to again。 It shut with a clang； and the lock clicked。 The sound was ominous。
'There！' said Merry。 'You have left the Shire； and are now outside； and on the edge of the Old Forest。'
'Are the stories about it true？' asked Pippin。
'I don't know what stories you mean；' Merry answered。 'If you mean the old bogeystories Fatty's nurses used to tell him； about goblins and wolves and things of that sort； I should say no。 At any rate I don't believe them。 But the Forest is queer。 Everything in it is very much more alive； more aware of what is going on； so to speak； than things are in the Shire。 And the trees do not like strangers。 They watch you。 They are usually content merely to watch you； as long as daylight lasts； and don't do much。 Occasionally the most unfriendly ones may drop a branch； or stick a root out； or grasp at you with a long trailer。 But at night things can be most alarming； or so I am told。 I have only once or twice been in here after dark； and then only near the hedge。 I thought all the trees were whispering to each other； passing news and plots along in an unintelligible language； and the branches swayed and groped without any wind。 They do say the trees do actually move； and can surround strangers and hem them in。 In fact long ago they attacked the Hedge： they came and planted themselves right by it； and leaned over it。 But the hobbits came and cut down hundreds of trees； and made a great bonfire in the Forest； and burned all the ground in a long strip east of the Hedge。 After that the trees gave up the attack； but they became very unfriendly。 There is still a wide bare space not far inside where the bonfire was made。'
'Is it only the trees that are dangerous？' asked Pippin。
'There are various queer things living deep in the Forest； and on the far side；' said Merry； 'or at least I have heard so； but I have never seen any of them。 But something makes paths。 Whenever one es inside one finds open tracks； but they seem to shift and change from time to time in a queer fashion。 Not far from this tunnel there is； or was for a long time； the beginning of quite a broad path leading to the Bonfire Glade； and then on more or less in our direction； east and a little north。 That is the path I am going to try and find。'
The hobbits now left the tunnelgate and rode across the wide hollow。 On the far side was a faint path leading up on to the floor of the Forest； a hundred yards and more beyond the Hedge； but it vanished as soon as it brought them under the trees。 Looking back they could see the dark line of the Hedge through the stems of trees that were already thick about them。 Looking ahead they could see only treetrunks of innumerable sizes and shapes： straight or bent； tooth or gnarled and branched； and all the stems were green or grey with moss and slimy； shaggy growths。
Merry alone seemed fairly cheerful。 'You had better lead on and find that path；' Frodo said to him。 'Don't let us lose one another； or fet which way the Hedge lies！'
They picked a way among the trees； and their ponies plodded along； carefully avoiding the many writhing and interlacing roots。 There was no undergrowth。 The ground was rising steadily； and as they went forward it seemed that the trees became taller； darker； and thicker。 There was no sound； except an occasional drip of moisture falling through the still leaves。 For the moment there was no whispering or movement among the branches； but they all got an unfortable feeling that they were being watched with disapproval； deepening to dislike and even enmity。 The feeling steadily grew； until they found themselves looking up quickly； or glancing back over their shoulders； as if they expected a sudden blow。
There was not as yet any sign of a path； and the trees seemed constantly to bar their way。 Pippin suddenly felt that he could not bear it any longer； and without warning let out a shout。 'Oi！ Oi！' he cried。 'I am not going to do anything。 Just let me pass through； will you！'
The others halted startled； but the cry fell as if muffled by a heavy curtain。 There was no echo or answer though the wood seemed to bee more crowded and more watchful than before。
'I should not shout； if I were you；' said Merry。 It does more harm than good。'
Frodo began to wonder if it were possible to find a way through； and if he had been right to make the others e into this abominable wood。 Merry was looking from side to side； and seemed already uncertain which way to go。 Pippin noticed it。 'It has not taken you long to lose us；' he said。 But at that moment Merry gave a whistle of relief and pointed ahead。
'Well； well！' he said。 'These trees do shift。 There is the Bonfire Glade in front of us （or I hope so）； but the path to it seems to have moved away！'
The light grew clearer as they went forward。 Suddenly they came out of the trees and found themselves in a wide circular space。 There was sky above them； blue and clear to their surprise； for down under the Forestroof they had not been able to see the rising morning and the lifting of the mist。 The sun