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longer listened for the sound of hoofs。 They began to hum softly； as hobbits have a way of doing as they walk along； especially when they are drawing near to home at night。 With most hobbits it is a supper…song or a bed…song； but these hobbits hummed a walking…song （though not； of course； without any mention of supper and bed）。 Bilbo Baggins had made the words； to a tune that was as old as the hills； and taught it to Frodo as they walked in the lanes of the Water…valley and talked about Adventure。
Upon the hearth the fire is red；
Beneath the roof there is a bed；
But not yet weary are our feet；
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone。
Tree and flower and leaf and grass；
Let them pass！ Let them pass！
Hill and water under sky；
Pass them by！ Pass them by！
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate；
And though we pass them by today；
Tomorrow we may e this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun。
Apple； thorn； and nut and sloe；
Let them go！ Let them go！
Sand and stone and pool and dell；
Fare you well！ Fare you well！
Home is behind； the world ahead；
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night；
Until the stars are all alight。
Then world behind and home ahead；
We'll wander back to home and bed。
Mist and twilight； cloud and shade；
Away shall fade！ Away shall fade！
Fire and lamp； and meat and bread；
And then to bed！ And then to bed！
The song ended。 'And now to bed！ And now to bed！' sang Pippin in a high voice。
'Hush！' said Frodo。 'I think I hear hoofs again。'
They slopped suddenly and stood as silent as tree…shadows； listening。 There was a sound of hoofs in the lane； some way behind； but ing slow and clear down the wind。 Quickly and quietly they slipped off the path； and ran into the deeper shade under the oak…trees。
'Don't let us go too far！' said Frodo。 'I don't want to be seen； but I want to see if it is another Black Rider。'
'Very well！' said Pippin。 'But don't forget the sniffing！'
The hoofs drew nearer。 They had no time to find any hiding…place better than the general darkness under the trees； Sam and Pippin crouched behind a large tree…bole； while Frodo crept back a few yards towards the lane。 It showed grey and pale； a line of fading light through the wood。 Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky； but there was no moon。
The sound of hoofs stopped。 As Frodo watched he saw something dark pass across the lighter space between two trees； and then halt。 It looked like the black shade of a horse led by a smaller black shadow。 The black shadow stood close to the point where they had left the path； and it swayed from side to side。 Frodo thought he heard the sound of snuffling。 The shadow bent to the ground； and then began to crawl towards him。
Once more the desire to slip on the Ring came over Frodo； but this time it was stronger than before。 So strong that； almost before he realized what he was doing； his hand was groping in his pocket。 But at that moment there came a sound like mingled song and laughter。 Clear voices rose and fell in the starlit air。 The black shadow straightened up and retreated。 It climbed on to the shadowy horse and seemed to vanish across the lane into the darkness on the other side。 Frodo breathed again。
'Elves！' exclaimed Sam in a hoarse whisper。 'Elves； sir！' He would have burst out of the trees and dashed off towards the voices； if they had not pulled him back。
'Yes； it is Elves；' said Frodo。 'One can meet them sometimes in the Woody End。 They don't live in the Shire； but they wander into it in Spring and Autumn； out of their own lands away beyond the Tower Hills。 I am thankful that they do！ You did not see； but that Black Rider stopped just here and was actually crawling towards us when the song began。 As soon as he heard the voices he slipped away。'
'What about the Elves？' said Sam； too excited to trouble about the rider。 'Can't we go and see them？'
'Listen！ They are ing this way；' said Frodo。 'We have only to wait。' The singing drew nearer。 One clear voice rose now above the others。 It was singing in the fair elven…tongue； of which Frodo knew only a little； and the others knew nothing。 Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in their thought into words which they only partly understood。 This was the song as Frodo heard it：
Snow…white！ Snow…white！ O Lady clear！
O Queen beyond the Western Seas！
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees！
Gilthoniel！ O Elbereth！
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath！
Snow…white！ Snow…white！ We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea。
O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sawn；
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown！
O Elbereth！ Gilthoniel！
We still remember； we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees；
Thy starlight on the Western Seas。
The song ended。 'These are High Elves！ They spoke the name of Elbereth！' said Frodo in amazement； 'Few of that fairest folk are ever seen in the Shire。 Not many now remain in Middle…earth； east of the Great Sea。 This is indeed a strange chance！'
The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside。 Before long the Elves came down the lane towards the valley。 They passed slowly； and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes。 They bore no lights； yet as they walked a shimmer； like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises； seemed to fall about their feet。 They were now silent； and as the last Elf passed he turned and looked towards the hobbits and laughed。
'Hail； Frodo！' he cried。 'You are abroad late。 Or are you perhaps lost？' Then he called aloud to the others； and all the pany stopped and gathered round。
'This is indeed wonderful！' they said。 'Three hobbits in a wood at night！ We have not seen such a thing since Bilbo went away。 What is the meaning of it？'
'The meaning of it； fair people；' said Frodo； 'is simply that we seem to be going the same way as you are。 I like walking under the stars。 But I would wele your pany。'
'But we have no need of other pany； and hobbits are so dull；' they laughed。 'And how do you know that we go the same way as you； for you do not know whither we are going？'
'And how do you know my name？' asked Frodo in return。
'We know many things；' they said。 'We have seen you often before with Bilbo； though you may not have seen us。'
'Who are you； and who is your lord？' asked Frodo。
'I am Gildor；' answered their leader； the Elf who had first hailed him。 'Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finrod。 We are Exiles； and most of our kindred have long ago departed and we too are now only tarrying here a while； ere we return over the Great Sea。 But some of our kinsfolk dwell still in peace in Rivendell。 e now； Frodo； tell us what you are doing？ For we see that there is some shadow of fear upon you。'
'O Wise People！' interrupted Pippin eagerly。 'Tell us about the Black Riders！'
'Black Riders？' they said in low voices。 'Why do you ask about Black Riders？'
'Because two Black Riders have overtaken us today； or one has done so twice；' said Pippin； 'only a little while ago he slipped away as you drew near。'
The Elves did not answer at once； but spoke together softly in their own tongue。 At length Gildor turned to the hobbits。 'We will not speak of this here；' he said。 'We think you had best e now with us。 It is not our custom； but for this time we will lake you on our road； and you shall lodge with us tonight； if you will。'
'O Fair Folk！ This is good fortune beyond my hope；' said Pippin。 Sam was speechless。 'I thank you indeed； Gildor Inglorion；' said Frodo bowing。 'Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo； a star shines on the hour of our meeting；' he added in the high…elven speech。
'Be careful； friends！' cried Gildor laughing。 'Speak no secrets！ Here is a scholar in the Ancient Tongue。 Bilbo was a good master。 Hail； Elf…friend！' he said； bowing to Frodo。 'e now with your friends and join our pany！ You had best walk in the middle so that you may not stray。 You may be weary before we halt。'
'Why？ Where are you going？' asked Frodo。
'For tonight we go to the woods on the hills above Woodhall。 It is some miles； but you shall have rest at the end of it； and it will shorten your journey tomorrow。'
They now marched on again in silence； and passed like shadows and faint lights： for Elves （even more than hobbits） could walk when they wished without sound or footfall。 Pippin soon began to feel sleepy； and staggered once or twice； but each time a tall Elf at his side put out his arm and saved him from a fall。 Sam walked along at Frodo's side； as if in a dream； with an expression on his face half of fear and half of astonished joy。
The woods on either side became denser； the trees were now younger and thicker； and as the lane went lower； running down into a fold of the hills； there were many deep brakes of hazel on the rising slopes at either hand。 At last the Elves turned aside from the path。 A green ride lay almost unseen through the thickets on the right； and this they followed as it wound away back up the wooded slopes on to the top of a shoulder of the hills that stood out into the lower land of the river…valley。 Suddenly they came out of the shadow of the trees； and before them lay a wide space of grass； grey under the night。 On three sides the woods pressed upon it； but eastward the ground fell steeply and the tops of the dark trees； growing at the bottom of the slope； were below their feet。 Beyond； the low lands lay dim and flat under the stars。 Nearer at hand a few lights twinkled in the village of Woodhall。
The Elves sat on the grass and spoke together in soft voices； they seemed to take no further notice of the hobbits。 Frodo and his panions wrapped themselves in cloaks and blankets； and drowsiness stole over them。 The night grew on； and the lights in the valley went out。 Pippin fell asleep； pillowed on a green hillock。
Away high in the East swung Remmirath； the Netted Stars； and slowly above the mists red Borgil rose； glowing like a jewel of fire。 Then by some shift of airs all the mist was drawn away like a veil； and there leaned up； as he climbed over the rim of the world； the Swordsman of the Sky； Menelvagor with his shining belt。 The Elves all burst into song。 Suddenly under the trees a fire sprang up with a red light。
'e！' the Elves called to the hobbits。 'e！ Now is the time for speech and merriment！'
Pippin sat up and rubbed his eyes。 He shivered。 'There is a fire in the hall； and food for hungry guests；' said an Elf standing before him。
At the south end of the greensward there was an opening。 There the green floor ran on into the wood； and formed a wide space like a hall； roofed by the boughs of trees。 Their great trunks ran like pillars down each side。 In the middle there was a wood…fire blazing； and upon the tree…pillars torches with lights of gold and silver were burning steadily。 The Elves sat round the fire upon the grass or upon the sawn rings of old trunks。 Some went to and fro bearing cups and pouring drink； others brought food on heaped plates and dishes。
'This is poor fare；' they said to the hobbits； 'for we are lodging in the greenwood far from our halls。 If ever you are our guests at home； we will treat you better。'
'It seems to me good enough for a birthday…party；' said Frodo。
Pippin afterwards recalled little of either food or drink； for his mind was filled with the light upon the elf…faces； and the sound of voices so various and so beautiful that he felt in a waking dream。 But he remembered that there was bread； surpassing the savour of a fair white loaf to one who is starving； and fruits sweet as wildberries and richer than the tended fruits of gardens； he drained a cup that was filled with a fragrant draught； cool as a clear fountain； golden as a summer afternoon。
Sam could never describe in words； nor picture clearly to himself； what he felt or thought that night； though it remained in his memory as one of the chief events of his life。 The nearest he ever got was to say： 'Well； sir； if I could grow apples like that； I wou