e to rest in peace； I mean？'
'He felt better at once；' said Gandalf。 'But there is only one Power in this world that knows all about the Rings and their effects； and as far as I know there is no Power in the world that knows all about hobbits。 Among the Wise I am the only one that goes in for hobbitlore： an obscure branch of knowledge； but full of surprises。 Soft as butter they can be； and yet sometimes as tough as old treeroots。 I think it likely that some would resist the Rings far longer than most of the Wise would believe。 I don't think you need worry about Bilbo。
'Of course； he possessed the ring for many years； and used it； so it might take a long while for the influence to wear off 。 before it was safe for him to see it again； for instance。 Otherwise； he might live on for years； quite happily： just stop as he was when he parted with it。 For he gave it up in the end of his own accord： an important point。 No； I was not troubled about dear Bilbo any more； once he had let the thing go。 It is for you that I feel responsible。
'Ever since Bilbo left I have been deeply concerned about you； and about all these charming； absurd； helpless hobbits。 It would be a grievous blow to the world； if the Dark Power overcame the Shire； if all your kind； jolly； stupid Bolgers； Hornblowers； Boffins； Bracegirdles； and the rest； not to mention the ridiculous Bagginses； became enslaved。'
Frodo shuddered。 'But why should we be？' he asked。 'And why should he want such slaves？'
'To tell you the truth；' replied Gandalf； 'I believe that hitherto 。 hitherto； mark you 。 he has entirely overlooked the existence of hobbits。 You should be thankful。 But your safety has passed。 He does not need you 。 he has many more useful servants 。 but he won't fet you again。 And hobbits as miserable slaves would please him far more than hobbits happy and free。 There is such a thing as malice and revenge。'
'Revenge？' said Frodo。 'Revenge for what？ I still don't understand what all this has to do with Bilbo and myself； and our ring。'
'It has everything to do with it；' said Gandalf。 'You do not know the real peril yet； but you shall。 I was not sure of it myself when I was last here； but the time has e to speak。 Give me the ring for a moment。'
Frodo took it from his breechespocket； where it was clasped to a chain that hung from his belt。 He unfastened it and handed it slowly to the wizard。 It felt suddenly very heavy； as if either it or Frodo himself was in some way reluctant for Gandalf to touch it。
Gandalf held it up。 It looked to be made of pure and solid gold。 'Can you see any markings on it？' he asked。
'No；' said Frodo。 'There are none。 It is quite plain； and it never shows a scratch or sign of wear。'
'Well then； look！' To Frodo's astonishment and distress the wizard threw it suddenly into the middle of a glowing corner of the fire。 Frodo gave a cry and groped for the tongs； but Gandalf held him back。
'Wait！' he said in a manding voice； giving Frodo a quick look from under his bristling brows。
No apparent change came over the ring。 After a while Gandalf got up； closed the shutters outside the window； and drew the curtains。 The room became dark and silent； though the clack of Sam's shears； now nearer to the windows； could still be heard faintly from the garden。 For a moment the wizard stood looking at the fire； then he stooped and removed the ring to the hearth with the tongs； and at once picked it up。 Frodo gasped。
It is quite cool；' said Gandalf。 'Take it！' Frodo received it on his shrinking palm： it seemed to have bee thicker and heavier than ever。
'Hold it up！' said Gandalf。 'And look closely！'
As Frodo did so； he now saw fine lines； finer than the finest pen strokes； running along the ring； outside and inside： lines of fire that seemed to form the letters of a flowing script。 They shone piercingly bright； and yet remote； as if out of a great depth。
'I cannot read the fiery letters；' said Frodo in a quavering voice。
'No；' said Gandalf； 'but I can。 The letters are Elvish； of an ancient mode； but the language is that of Mordor； which I will not utter here。 But this in the mon Tongue is what is said； close enough：
One Ring to rule them all； One Ring to find them；
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them。
It is only two lines of a verse long known in Elvenlore：
Three Rings for the Elvenkings under the sky；
Seven for the Dwarflords in their halls of stone；
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die；
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie。
One Ring to rule them all。 One Ring to find them；
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie。'
He paused； and then said slowly in a deep voice： 'This is the Master ring； the One Ring to rule them all。 This is the One Ring that he lost many ages ago； to the great weakening of his power。 He greatly desires it 。 but he must not get it。'
Frodo sat silent and motionless。 Fear seemed to stretch out a vast hand； like a dark cloud rising in the East and looming up to engulf him。 'This ring！' he stammered。 'How； how on earth did it e to me？'
'Ah！' said Gandalf。 'That is a very long story。 The beginnings lie back in the Black Years； which only the loremasters now remember。 If I were to tell you all that tale； we should still be sitting here when Spring had passed into Winter。
'But last night I told you of Sauron the Great； the Dark Lord。 The rumours that you have heard are true： he has indeed arisen again and left his hold in Mirkwood and returned to his ancient fastness in the Dark Tower of Mordor。 That name even you hobbits have heard of； like a shadow on the borders of old stories。 Always after a defeat and a respite； the Shadow takes another shape and grows again。'
'I wish it need not have happened in my time；' said Frodo。
'So do I；' said Gandalf； 'and so do all who live to see such times。 But that is not for them to decide。 All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given； us。 And already； Frodo； our time is beginning to look black。 The Enemy is fast being very strong。 His plans are far from ripe； I think； but they are ripening。 We shall be hard put to it。 We should be very hard put to it； even if it were not for this dreadful chance。
'The Enemy still lacks one thing to give him strength and knowledge to beat down all resistance； break the last defences； and cover all the lands in a second darkness。 He lacks the One Ring。
'The Three； fairest of all； the Elflords hid from him； and his hand never touched them or sullied them。 Seven the Dwarfkings possessed； but three he has recovered； and the others the dragons have consumed。 Nine he gave to Mortal Men； proud and great； and so ensnared them。 Long ago they fell under the dominion of the One； and they became Ringwraiths； shadows under his great Shadow； his most terrible servants。 Long ago。 It is many a year since the Nine walked abroad。 Yet who knows？ As the Shadow grows once more； they too may walk again。 But e！ We will not speak of such things even in the morning of the Shire。
'So it is now： the Nine he has gathered to himself； the Seven also； or else they are destroyed。 The Three are hidden still。 But that no longer troubles him。 He only needs the One； for he made that Ring himself； it is his； and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it； so that he could rule all the others。 If he recovers it； then he will mand them all again； wherever they be； even the Three； and all that has been wrought with them will be laid bare； and he will be stronger than ever。
'And this is the dreadful chance； Frodo。 He believed that the One had perished； that the Elves had destroyed it； as should have been done。 But he knows now that it has not perished； that it has been found。 So he is seeking it； seeking it； and all his thought is bent on it。 It is his great hope and our great fear。'
'Why； why wasn't it destroyed？' cried Frodo。 'And how did the Enemy ever e to lose it； if he was so strong； and it was so precious to him？' He clutched the Ring in his hand； as if he saw already dark fingers stretching out to seize it。
'It was taken from him；' said Gandalf。 'The strength of the Elves to resist him was greater long ago； and not all Men were estranged from them。 The Men of Westernesse came to their aid。 That is a chapter of ancient history which it might be good to recall； for there was sorrow then too； and gathering dark； but great valour； and great deeds that were not wholly vain。 One day； perhaps； I will tell you all the tale； or you shall hear it told in full by one who knows it best。
'But for the moment； since most of all you need to know how this thing came to you； and that will be tale enough； this is all that I will say。 It was Gilgalad； Elvenking and Elendil of Westernesse who overthrew Sauron； though they themselves perished in the deed； and Isildur Elendil's son cut the Ring from Sauron's hand and took it for his own。 Then Sauron was vanquished and his spirit fled and was hidden for long years； until his shadow took shape again in Mirkwood。
'But the Ring was lost。 It fell into the Great River； Anduin； and vanished。 For Isildur was marching north along the east banks of the River； and near the Gladden Fields he was waylaid by the Orcs of the Mountains； and almost all his folk were slain。 He leaped into the waters； but the Ring slipped from his finger as he swam； and then the Orcs saw him and killed him with arrows。'
Gandalf paused。 'And there in the dark pools amid the Gladden Fields；' he said； 'the Ring passed out of knowledge and legend； and even so much of its history is known now only to a few； and the Council of the Wise could discover no more。 But at last I can carry on the story； I think。
'Long after； but still very long ago； there lived by the banks of the Great River on the edge of Wilderland a cleverhanded and quietfooted little people。 I guess they were of hobbitkind； akin to the fathers of the fathers of the Stoors； for they loved the River； and often swam in it； or made little boats of reeds。 There was among them a family of high repute； for it was large and wealthier than most； and it was ruled by a grandmother of the folk； stern and wise in old lore； such as