ar from the further end of the fire； a small dark figure seated on a stool with his back propped against a pillar。 Beside him on the ground was a drinkingcup and some bread。 Frodo wondered whether he was ill （if people were ever ill in Rivendell）； and had been unable to e to the feast。 His head seemed sunk in sleep on his breast； and a fold of his dark cloak was drawn over his face。
Elrond went forward and stood beside the silent figure。 'Awake little master。 he said； with a smile。 Then； turning to Frodo； he beckoned to him。
'Now at last the hour has e that you have wished for； Frodo；' he said。 'Here is a friend that you have long missed。'
The dark figure raised its head and uncovered its face。
'Bilbo！' cried Frodo with sudden recognition； and he sprang forward。
'Hullo； Frodo my lad！' said Bilbo。 'So you have got here at last。 I hoped you would manage it。 Well； well！ So all this feasting is in your honour； I hear。 I hope you enjoyed yourself？'
'Why weren't you there？' cried Frodo。 'And why haven't I been allowed to see you before？'
'Because you were asleep； I have seen a good deal of you。 I have sat by your side with Sam each day。 But as for the feast’ I don't go in for such things much now。 And I had something else to do。'
'What were you doing？'
'Why； sitting and thinking。 I do a lot of that nowadays； and this is the best place to do it in； as a rule。 Wake up； indeed！' he said； cocking an eye at Elrond。 There was a bright twinkle in it and no sign of sleepiness that Frodo could see。 'Wake up！ I was not asleep。 Master Elrond。 If you want to know； you have all e out from your feast too soon； and you have disturbed mein the middle of making up a song。 I was stuck over a line or two； and was thinking about them； but now I don't suppose I shall ever get them right。 There will be such a deal of singing that the ideas will be driven clean out of my head。 I shall have to get my friend the Dúnadan to help me。 Where is he？'
Elrond laughed。 'He shall be found；' he said。 'Then you two shall go into a corner and finish your task； and we will hear it and judge it before we end our merrymaking。' Messengers were sent to find Bilbo's friend； though none knew where he was； or why he had not been present at the feast。
In the meanwhile Frodo and Bilbo sat side by side； and Sam came quickly and placed himself near them。 They talked together in soft voices； oblivious of the mirth and music in the hall about them。 Bilbo had not much to say of himself。 When he had left Hobbiton he had wandered off aimlessly； along the Road or in the country on either side； but somehow he had steered all the time towards Rivendell。 'I got here without much adventure；' he said； 'and after a rest I went on with the dwarves to Dale： my last journey。 I shan't travel again。 Old Balin had gone away。 Then I came back here； and here I have been。 I have done this and that。 I have written some more of my book。 And； of course； I make up a few songs。 They sing them occasionally： just to please me； I think； for； of course； they aren't really good enough for Rivendell。 And I listen and I think。 Time doesn't seem to pass here： it just is。 A remarkable place altogether。
'I hear all kinds of news； from over the Mountains； and out of the South； but hardly anything from the Shire。 I heard about the Ring； of course。 Gandalf has been here often。 Not that he has told me a great deal； he has bee closer than ever these last few years。 The Dúnadan has told me more。 Fancy that ring of mine causing such a disturbance！ It is a pity that Gandalf did not find out more sooner。 I could have brought the thing here myself long ago without so much trouble。 I have thought several times of going back to Hobbiton for it； but I am getting old； and they would not let me： Gandalf and Elrond； I mean。 They seemed to think that the Enemy was looking high and low for me； and would make mincemeat of me； if he caught me tottering about in the Wild。
'And Gandalf said： 〃The Ring has passed on； Bilbo。 It would do no good to you or to others； if you tried to meddle with it again。〃 Odd sort of remark； just like Gandalf。 But he said he was looking after you； so I let things be。 I am frightfully glad to see you safe and sound。' He paused and looked at Frodo doubtfully。
'Have you got it here？' he asked in a whisper。 'I can't help feeling curious； you know； after all I've heard。 I should very much like just to peep at it again。'
'Yes； I've got it；' answered Frodo； feeling a strange reluctance。 'It looks just the same as ever it did。'
'Well； I should just like to see it for a moment；' said Bilbo。
When he had dressed； Frodo found that while he slept the Ring had been hung about his neck on a new chain； light but strong。 Slowly he drew it out。 Bilbo put out his hand。 But Frodo quickly drew back the Ring。 To his distress and amazement he found that he was no longer looking at Bilbo； a shadow seemed to have fallen between them； and through it he found himself eyeing a little wrinkled creature with a hungry face and bony groping hands。 He felt a desire to strike him。
The music and singing round them seemed to falter and a silence fell。 Bilbo looked quickly at Frodo's face and passed his hand across his eyes。 'I understand now；' he said。 'Put it away！ I am sorry： sorry you have e in for this burden： sorry about everything。 Don't adventures ever have an end？ I suppose not。 Someone else always has to carry on the story。 Well； it can't be helped。 I wonder if it's any good trying to finish my book。 But don't let's worry about it nowlet's have some real News！ Tell me all about the Shire！'
Frodo hid the Ring away； and the shadow passed leaving hardly a shred of memory。 The light and music of Rivendell was about him again。 Bilbo smiled and laughed happily。 Every item of news from the Shire that Frodo could tellaided and corrected now and again by Samwas of the greatest interest to him； from the felling of the least tree to the pranks of the smallest child in Hobbiton。 They were so deep in the doings of the Four Farthings that they did not notice the arrival of a man clad in dark green cloth。 For many minutes he stood looking down at them with a smile。
Suddenly Bilbo looked up。 'Ah； there you are at last； Dúnadan！' he cried。
'Strider！' said Frodo。 'You seem to have a lot of names。'
'Well； Strider is one that I haven't heard before； anyway；' said Bilbo。 'What do you call him that for？'
'They call me that in Bree；' said Strider laughing； 'and that is how I was introduced to him。'
'And why do you call him Dúnadan？' asked Frodo。
'The Dúnadan；' said Bilbo。 'He is often called that here。 But I thought you knew enough Elvish at least to know dúnudan： Man of the West； Númenorean。 But this is not the time for lessons！' He turned to Strider。
'Where have you been； my friend？ Why weren't you at the feast？ The Lady Arwen was there。'
Strider looked down at Bilbo gravely。 'I know；' he said。 'But often I must put mirth aside。 Elladan and Elrohir have returned out of the Wild unlookedfor； and they had tidings that I wished to hear at once。'
'Well； my dear fellow；' said Bilbo； 'now you've heard the news； can't you spare me a moment？ I want your help in something urgent。 Elrond says this song of mine is to be finished before the end of the evening； and I am stuck。 Let's go off into a corner and polish it up！'
Strider smiled。 'e then！' he said。 'Let me hear it！'
Frodo was left to himself for a while； for Sam had fallen asleep。 He was alone and felt rather forlorn’ although all about him the folk of Rivendell were gathered。 But those near him were silent； intent upon the music of the voices and the instruments； and they gave no heed to anything else。 Frodo began to listen。
At first the beauty of the melodies and of the interwoven words in elven tongues； even though he understood them little’ held him in a spell； as soon as he began to attend to them。 Almost it seemed that the words took shape； and visions of far lands and bright things that he had never yet imagined opened out before him； and the firelit hall became like a golden mist above seas of foam that sighed upon the margins of the world。 Then the enchantment became more and more dreamlike； until he felt that an endless river of swelling gold and silver was flowing over him； too multitudinous for its pattern to be prehended； it became part of the throbbing air about him； and it drenched and drowned him。 Swiftly he sank under its shining weight into a deep realm of sleep。
There he wandered long in a dream of music that turned into running water； and then suddenly into a voice。 It seemed to be the voice of Bilbo chanting verses。 Faint at first and then clearer ran the words。
Edrendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien；
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in；
her sails he wove of silver fair；
of silver were her lanterns made；
her prow was fashioned like a swan；
and light upon her banners laid。
In panoply of ancient kings；
in chainéd rings he armoured him；
his shining shield was scored with runes
to ward all wounds and harm from him；
his bow was made of dragonhorn；
his arrows shorn of ebony；
of silver was his habergeon；
his scabbard of chalcedony；
his sword of steel was valiant；
of adamant his helmet tall；
an eagleplume upon his crest；
upon his breast an emerald。
Beneath the Moon and under star
he wandered far from northern strands；
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands。
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
where shadow lies on frozen hills；
from her heats and burning waste
he turned in haste； and roving still
on starless waters far astray
at last he came to Night of Naught；
and passed； and never sight he saw
of shining shore nor light he sought。
The winds of wrath came driving him；
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless；
unheralded he homeward sped。
There flying Elwing came to him；
and flame was in the darkness lit；
more bright than light of diamond
the fire upon her carca。
The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living light
and dauntless then with burning brow
he turned his prow； and in the night
from Otherworld beyond the Sea
there strong and free a storm arose；
a wind o