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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 the white shadows。 Near at hand was a flowergarden and a clipped hedge silverted； and beyond that grey shaven grass pale with dewdrops。 There was no willowtree to be seen。
'Good morning； merry friends！' cried Tom； opening the eastern window wide。 A cool air flowed in； it had a rainy smell。 'Sun won't show her face much today。 I'm thinking。 I have been walking wide； leaping on the hilltops； since the grey dawn began； nosing wind and weather； wet grass underfoot； wet sky above me。 I wakened Goldberry singing under window； but nought wakes hobbitfolk in the early morning。 In the night little folk wake up in the darkness； and sleep after light has e！ Ring a ding dillo！ Wake now； my merry friends！ Fet the nightly noises！ Ring a ding dillo del！ derry del； my hearties！ If you e soon you'll find breakfast on the table。 If you e late you'll get grass and rainwater！'
Needless to say 。 not that Tom's threat sounded very serious 。 the hobbits came soon； and left the table late and only when it was beginning lo look rather empty。 Neither Tom nor Goldberry were there。 Tom could be heard about the house； clattering in the kitchen； and up and down the stairs； and singing here and there outside。 The room looked westward over the mistclouded valley； and the window was open。 Water dripped down from the thatched eaves above。 Before they had finished breakfast the clouds had joined into an unbroken roof； and a straight grey rain came softly and steadily down。 Behind its deep curtain the Forest was pletely veiled。
As they looked out of the window there came falling gently as if it was flowing down the rain out of the sky； the clear voice of Goldberry singing up above them。 They could hear few words； but it seemed plain to them that the song was a rainsong； as sweet as showers on dry hills； that told the tale of a river from the spring in the highlands to the Sea far below。 The hobbits listened with delight； and Frodo was glad in his heart； and blessed the kindly weather； because it delayed them from departing。 The thought of going had been heavy upon him from the moment he awoke； but he guessed now that they would not go further that day。
The upper wind settled in the West and deeper and wetter clouds rolled up to spill their laden rain on the bare heads of the Downs。 Nothing could be seen all round the house but falling water。 Frodo stood near the open door and watched the white chalky path turn into a little river of milk and go bubbling away down into the valley。 Tom Bombadil came trotting round the corner of the house； waving his arms as if he was warding off the rain 。 and indeed when he sprang over the threshold he seemed quite dry； except for his boots。 These he took off and put in the chimneycorner。 Then he sat in the largest chair and called the hobbits to gather round him。
'This is Goldberry's washing day；' he said； 'and her autumncleaning。 Too wet for hobbitfolk 。 let them rest while they are able！ It's a good day for long tales； for questions and for answers； so Tom will start the talking。'
He then told them many remarkable stories； sometimes half as if speaking to himself； sometimes looking at them suddenly with a bright blue eye under his deep brows。 Often his voice would turn to song； and he would get out of his chair and dance about。 He told them tales of bees and flowers； the ways of trees； and the strange creatures of the Forest； about the evil things and good things； things friendly and things unfriendly； cruel things and kind things； and secrets hidden under brambles。
As they listened； they began to understand the lives of the Forest； apart from themselves； indeed to feel themselves as the strangers where all other things were at home。 Moving constantly in and out of his talk was Old Man Willow； and Frodo learned now enough to content him； indeed more than enough； for it was not fortable lore。 Tom's words laid bare the hearts of trees and their thoughts； which were often dark and strange； and filled with a hatred of things that go free upon the earth； gnawing； biting； breaking； hacking； burning： destroyers and usurpers。 It was not called the Old Forest without reason； for it was indeed ancient； a survivor of vast fotten woods； and in it there lived yet； ageing no quicker than the hills； the fathers of the fathers of trees； remembering times when they were lords。 The countless years had filled them with pride and rooted wisdom； and with malice。 But none were more dangerous than the Great Willow： his heart was rotten； but his strength was green； and he was cunning； and a master of winds； and his song and thought ran through the woods on both sides of the river。 His grey thirsty spirit drew power out of the earth and spread like fine rootthreads in the ground； and invisible twigfingers in the air； till it had under its dominion nearly all the trees of the Forest from the Hedge to the Downs。
Suddenly Tom's talk left the woods and went leaping up the young stream； over bubbling waterfalls； over pebbles and worn rocks； and among small flowers in close grass and wet crannies； wandering at last up on to the Downs。 They heard of the Great Barrows； and the green mounds； and the stonerings upon the hills and in the hollows among the hills。 Sheep were bleating in flocks。 Green walls and white walls rose。 There were fortresses on the heights。 Kings of little kingdoms fought together； and the young Sun shone like fire on the red metal of their new and greedy swords。 There was victory and defeat； and towers fell； fortresses were burned； and flames went up into the sky。 Gold was piled on the biers of dead kings and queens； and mounds covered them； and the stone doors were shut； and the grass grew over all。 Sheep walked for a while biting the grass； but soon the hills were empty again。 A shadow came out of dark places far away； and the bones were stirred in the mounds。 Barrowwights walked in the hollow places with a clink of rings on cold fingers； and gold chains in the wind。' Stone rings grinned out of the ground like broken teeth in the moonlight。
The hobbits shuddered。 Even in the Shire the rumour of the Barrowwights of the Barrowdowns beyond the Forest had been heard。 But it was not a tale that any hobbit liked to listen to； even by a fortable fireside far away。 These four now suddenly remembered what the joy of this house had driven from their minds： the house of Tom Bombadil nestled under the very shoulder of those dreaded hills。 They lost the thread of his tale and shifted uneasily； looking aside at one another。
When they caught his words again they found that he had now wandered into strange regions beyond their memory and beyond their waking thought； into limes when the world was wider； and the seas flowed straight to the western Shore； and still on and back Tom went singing out into ancient starlight； when only the Elfsires were awake。 Then suddenly he slopped； and they saw that he nodded as if he was falling asleep。 The hobbits sat still before him； enchanted； and it seemed as if； under the spell of his words； the wind had gone； and the clouds had dried up； and the day had been withdrawn； and darkness had e from East and West； and all the sky was filled with the light of white stars。
Whether the morning and evening of one day or of many days had passed Frodo could not tell。 He did not feel either hungry or tired； only filled with wonder。 The stars shone through the window and the silence of the heavens seemed to be round him。 He spoke at last out of his wonder and a sudden fear of that silence：
'Who are you； Master？' he asked。
'Eh； what？' said Tom sitting up； and his eyes glinting in the gloom。 'Don't you know my name yet？ That's the only answer。 Tell me； who are you； alone； yourself and nameless？ But you are young and I am old。 Eldest； that's what I am。 Mark my words； my friends： Tom was here before the river and the trees； Tom remembers the first raindrop an