Chapter 22 Section 9 Gray Harbor

The aftermath of this incident had indeed taken a lot of work, but it didn't take as long as Sam had feared.On the first day after the battle, Frodo went to Mikul Grotto and freed all those who were imprisoned in the cave.The first prisoner they found was poor Fredgar Bodger, who could no longer be called Fatty.At that time, he led a group of rebels to hide in the Brocken Cave in the mountains near Skelly, but was smoked out by the robbers. "Poor Frederick, if you'd come with us it wouldn't be like this!" said Pippin to his friend, who was too weak to walk. Chubby opened one eye, trying to force a smile. "Who's this tall, big, loud dude?" he said feebly. "Isn't it Pippin! How big is your hat?" And then there was Robella.When they rescued her, she looked very old and thin.She insisted on going out by herself, and when she came out, leaning on Frodo with the old umbrella in hand, she was greeted with warm applause.She was quite moved, and came out with tears in her eyes. She had never been so popular in her life.But she was still devastated by the news of Rosso's death and never wanted to go back to Bag End.She gave it back to Frodo, and went back to live with the Belly family near the Jarbottle.

When the poor little old woman died the next year (she was, after all, a hundred years old), Frodo was greatly surprised and moved: She returned to him all of her and Rosso's inheritance to help compensate the hobbits displaced by it.In this way, the hatred in people's hearts was healed. Old Will Littlefoot had been locked in the hole longer than anyone else, and while the jailers might not have treated him as badly as the others, he still had to eat a lot to look like a mayor again.Frodo, therefore, agreed for the time being to be his second-in-command, till Mr. Littlefoot was restored to form.The only change during his tenure as deputy mayor was to reduce the guards and let them restore the scope and number of their previous duties; as for the work of driving out the remaining bandits, it was handed over to Merry and Pippin, and they quickly settled the matter .After hearing the news of the Linshui battle, the rascals in the south immediately fled, not daring to resist the lord.By the end of the year, the few survivors were surrounded in the forest, and those who surrendered were driven across the border.

At the same time, the work of restoring the old view is also stepping up, and Sam is also very busy.When needed and in a good mood, hobbits can work all day like bees; now, there are hundreds of volunteers everywhere willing to contribute their strength, from children to calloused parents Both.Before the Winter Festival, the brick houses built by Saki's men were all demolished, and the bricks were used to mend the underground holes to make them warmer and drier. The beer and food hidden by the robbers were found in barns, burrows and houses. These things were particularly abundant in the old barns of Miku and Skali. Therefore, this year’s winter celebration is actually Everyone is having a good time.

Before the new mill was demolished, the first thing they did in Hobbiton was to clear the hill and Bag End, and restore Bagside Road to its old appearance.Those piles of sand were leveled and turned into a large garden, and many holes were dug on the south side of the hill, and the sides were supported by bricks.Dad moved back to Room No. 3, and he often said to himself in front of others: "This is really an unlucky change for everyone. Fortunately, everything is fine, and it has become better!" Afterwards, everyone had a heated discussion about what the row of new houses should be called.Someone suggested Battle Gardens, or Good Authentic.However, after discussing for a while, everyone agreed to use the hobbit custom to name this side the new side road.Only people on Linshui Road would jokingly ask this side to hang up the road for Saki.

The trees were the worst loss and damage, for they had been felled and destroyed for no reason all over the Shire at Saky's orders, and Sam was most sorry for it, for the wound would take the longest. It takes a long time to heal.He thought, it might have to wait until his grandson's time to restore Charles to his old outlook. Suddenly, one day he remembered Galadriel's gift. He was too busy to think about his previous adventures.He took out the locket, showed it to the adventurers (the four were to be called afterwards by all the Shire), and asked their opinion. "I don't know what else you are thinking," said Frodo, "just open it!" It was full of gray, fine dust, and in the center was a seed like a nut encased in silver. "How am I going to use this thing?" Sam asked.

"Throw it up in the air on a windy day and let it work its magic!" said Pippin. "Who does the magic work on?" said Sam. "Choose one place to experiment and see what effect it has on that side," Merry said. "I don't think the queen would like me to keep it in my own yard. You see, so many people have been victimized now." Sam said. "Judge with your wisdom and experience, Sam," said Frodo, "and use this gift to aid your work and make it better. Use it wisely, it is not much, I Guess every penny is precious." So Sam planted saplings where many particularly beautiful or memorable trees had been felled, and he dusted the precious dust at the root of each sapling. Sprinkle some.He was busy running about in the Shire, but no one could bear to blame him if he was particularly partial to Hobbiton and the Waterfront.Finally, he found that there was some dust left, so he came to the place of the boundary stone, which should be closest to the center of Shire, and he threw the dust into the air, flying around with his blessing.The little silver seed was planted where Mr. Yuan had grown a tall, beautiful banquet tree.He didn't know what it would look like in the end, and all winter, he waited as patiently as possible, forcing himself not to run around, to see if there was any change.

The fruits of spring were beyond his imagination, and his tree began to grow vigorously, as if time was passing by quickly, and he wanted to use one year as twenty years.In the open space of the banquet hall, a beautiful young tree sprouted: it had silver bark and golden flowers in spring. scene.In the following days, it grew more and more beautiful, and people from all over the world came to admire it: this is the only melon tree west of the mountains and east of the sea, and it is also the best growing one. On the whole, 1420 was a good year for the Shire, not only in good weather, but better: an atmosphere of abundance, growth, and a beautiful radiance beyond the usual summer.Many children were born that year, and each was handsome and beautiful and strong, and most of them had rich golden hair, which was quite rare among hobbits before.The fruit production was so abundant that the children of that year were almost bathed in strawberries and cheese. They would sit under the plum tree and eat wildly, stacking stone pyramids, and then they would move on to the next tree.No one got sick, everyone was happy, only the people who had to mow were complaining.

The tobacco leaf fields in the southern district have been cultivated again, and the tobacco leaves produced are surprisingly mellow. When harvesting, the corn that is abundant everywhere almost bursts the barn.The winemaking industry in the North District has also achieved fruitful results. The wine brewed in 1420 has even become the benchmark for people to evaluate good wine.In fact, ten years later, if someone comes to the bar here, he will often see the hard-working old men drinking a large glass of ale, and then proudly saying: "Ah! This is really a good wine in 20 years." !" Sam stayed at Cotton's with Frodo at first, but when the new sidewalk was built, he moved in with Uncle, cleaning and repairing Bag End, among other tedious tasks ; however, he often left Shire to perform tree-planting work in the wild.He was therefore not at home that day in early March, and did not know that Frodo was not well.On the thirteenth of that month, Farmer Caton found Frodo lying on his bed, clutching a white gem on his chest, as if half asleep.

"It was gone forever," he said, "and there was nothing left but darkness and nothingness." But the symptoms passed quickly, and when Sam returned on the twenty-fifth, Frodo was back to normal, unwilling Talk more.Meanwhile, Bag End was settled, and Merry and Pippin brought back all the old furniture from the Dale, and the place was soon restored to its old appearance. When everything was ready, Frodo asked, "Sam, when are you going to move in with me?" Sam looked a little embarrassed. "There is no hurry, if you don't want to," said Frodo, "but you know Father is near, and Widow Rumble will take good care of him." "Not for that, Mr. Frodo," said Sam , his face was very red.

"What the hell is that?" "It's Rose. Rose Carton," said Sam. "She doesn't seem to like me running around, but since I didn't ask, she didn't say anything. I didn't." The reason is because I still have work to do, but, I opened my mouth not long ago, and she said, "Well, you've wasted a year, why wait?" "Waste?" I said, "I don't I think so.’ Still, I understand her, and I find it difficult!” “I see,” said Frodo, “you want to be married, but you want to live with me at Bag End. It's easy, dear Sam! Get married and move in with Rose, and you'll have as many children as you can fit in your bag bottom." And so it was decided.Sam Gange and Little May Carton were married in the spring of 1420 (a year notorious for its plethora of weddings), and they moved into Bag End together.Sam considered himself lucky, but Frodo still more fortunate, for there was no one in the Shire who was more cared for.When all the restoration work was properly arranged and started, he began to quietly write articles and organize a lot of notes.He resigned as deputy mayor at the summer solstice carnival, and the cute little footed mayor continued to host the banquet for another seven years.

Merry and Pippin lived together in Daleland for a time, and the traffic between Bucksland and Bag End became quite frequent.These two young adventurers were popular in the Shire for their songs, stories, splendid costumes, and sumptuous feasts.People will say that they are very handsome, and they will feel very moved just to see them riding on horseback in armor and shining shields, singing songs from far away.Although they look tall and majestic now, their demeanor has not changed, but they speak better and are more cheerful than before. Frodo and Sam went back to their usual routines, though, when need be, they wore long gray cloaks with beautiful brooch pins at their collars.Mr. Frodo always wears a white gemstone around his neck, and he often fiddles with it unconsciously. Everything is on track, and people only think that the world will get better and better. Sam is still busy, full of joy, and living a life that couldn't be better for a hobbit.For him, the year has been flawless, with only some uneasiness from the owner worrying him a bit.Frodo had withdrawn from almost all public activity in the Shire, and Sam was saddened to find his master so unknown in the realm.Not many knew, or wanted to know, of his adventures and achievements; their admiration and respect were almost entirely devoted to Mr. Meriadoc and Mr. Peregrine and (if Sam knew) himself.This autumn, some shadows of past memories have resurfaced. "What's the matter, Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam. "I was hurt," he replied. "It's a wound that will never really heal." He stood up, and the feeling seemed to pass, and the next day he was back to normal.It was only later that Sam remembered that it was the sixth of October, the day of the encounter with the dark claws at Weathertop two years ago. Time continued to pass, and 1421 came.Frodo was ill again in March, but he did his best to keep his countenance, for Sam had other things to worry about.Sam and Mei's first child was born on March 25th, which was a very important day for Sam. "Mr. Frodo," said he, "I'm in trouble. Marie and I have decided to call him Frodo, with your consent, of course, but she's not a boy, she's a girl! Look at her So lovely, I'm so lucky to have inherited Rose's beauty, but we don't know what to do next." "Ah, Sam," said Frodo, "there's nothing wrong with tradition? You can choose Flower names like roses. Almost half the little girls in the Shire are named like that, and what could be better?" "I think you're right, Mr. Frodo," Sam said. Said: "I've heard a lot of nice names along the way, but I don't think they are suitable for everyday use. Dad used to say, 'Short, so you don't have to shorten it when you use it. ’ But if that is the name of a flower, I don’t care about the length, it must be a pretty flower. For, you see, I think she is lovely, and she will be even more beautiful.” Frodo I pondered for a moment. "Well, Sam, how about Ilanor? Sunstar, you remember? Those little yellow flowers that bloom in Lothlorien?" "Mr. Frodo, well done!" said Sam cheerfully: "That's what I want!" Little Ilanor was just six months old, and Frodo called Sam into his study at the autumn of 1421. "It's Bilbo's birthday this Thursday, Sam," said he, "and he'll pass old Took by a hundred and thirty-one years!" "I'm sure he will!" said Sam, "he'll What a fine old fellow!" "Well, Sam," said Frodo, "I would like you to ask Marie if you would not leave me for a while, and come with me. Of course you cannot now It's been too long," he said thoughtfully. "Yes, Mr. Frodo, really not for long." "Of course not! Don't mind, you can send me there. Tell Xiaomei you won't be away for long, ten days at most, and then you will be unharmed." come back." "Mr. Frodo, I wish I could go all the way to Rivendell with you, and see Mr. Bilbo," said Sam, "but I only want to stay in the Shire, and I am so embarrassed." Ah!" "Poor Sam! I suppose it will always be like this," said Frodo, "but you will get through it, and you are strong, and this time will be no exception." A day or two later, Frodo Do handed over his articles and discourses to Sam and handed over the keys.Among them was a big red book, almost every page of which was filled with words.There are many chapters in the beginning written in Bilbo's lean hand, but most of what follows are in Frodo's steady, smooth hand.This is divided into several chapters, but the eightieth chapter is not finished, and there are many gaps after that.There are many names written on the title page, but they are crossed out one by one: my diary.My unexpected trip.Adventure returns.after that. The adventures of five hobbits.The Legend of the Ring: Compiled from Bilbo Baggins' research and contributions from his friends.Our role in the War of the Ring. Here, Bilbo's handwriting ends, and Frodo continues——The Lord of the Rings' Fall and Return Completed by additions from friends and clarifications from sages.) Also included is Bilbo's translation of the history at Rivendell. "Wow, you're almost done, Mr. Frodo!" exclaimed Sam, "I think you should keep it with you." It is for you." On the 21st of September they set out together, Frodo on the pony that had carried him all the way from Minas Tirith, now named the Strider, Sam is riding his favorite Bill.It was a bright sunny morning, and Sam didn't ask where they were going, thinking he could guess. They took the Stark Road over the hills toward the end of the wood, and they let the ponies go at their ease, and they camped in Green Hills for the night.On September 22, they walked slowly towards the forest again. When they reached the edge of the forest, it was almost raining. "Mr. Frodo, isn't this the tree where you hid from the Black Knight?" Sam pointed to the left. "It's all like a dream." It was evening, the stars were shining in the eastern sky, and they passed the fallen oak tree and moved slowly between the hazel trees that flanked the road.Sam said nothing, thinking of the past, when he realized that Frodo was singing under his breath, the old Walking Song, but with different words: Who can predict the turns of mountains and roads, unknown paths or secret doors, chances and coincidences have not been found, the day of death will come, step on the hidden road in the west, the west of the moon and the east of the sun. As if in answer to him, came singing from the path below: what!Il Bilusi, Girsonnell! silivren penna m rielo menel aglar elenath, ah!Il Bilusi! We still remember, though under this distant tree, the brilliant starlight on the western sea. Frodo and Sam stopped, and sat silent in the shadows, until they saw the light brought by the approach of the Traveler. There was Gildor and many fair Elves, and to Sam's surprise Elrond and Galadriel rode beside them.Elrond wore a gray cloak, a star diamond on his forehead, and a silver harp in his hand; in his hand was a gold ring inlaid with blue gemstones. This was Via, the most powerful of the three rings of the elves. strong.Galadriel was riding a white horse, with white light shining all over her body, like the clouds beside the full moon; on her hand was a ring made of Nanya, made of mithril, inlaid with a diamond shining coldly.It was Bilbo who followed behind on a gray pony, nodding and dozing. Elrond greeted them gracefully but gravely, and Galadriel smiled at them. "Well, Mr. Samweis," she said, "I have heard and seen that you have made good use of my gift. Shire should be as blessed and loved as ever." Sam bowed deeply, but did not know What to say, he had forgotten how beautiful the queen was. Bilbo opened his eyes and woke up. "Hello, Frodo!" said he, "I've overtaken old Took today! I've got my heart's content, and I think I'm ready for another journey. Will you come?" "Yes." , I am coming," said Frodo, "two generations of Ring-bearers should go together." "Master, where are you going?" Sam understood what had happened. "Go to the port, Sam," said Frodo. "Then I can't go." "Yes, Sam, your time has not come yet, the most you can do is to accompany me to the shore of Gray Haven, maybe your time will come in the future. Sam, don't be too sad, don't you You can always be on your own. You have to be yourself, and play yourself well for many, many years. You still have a lot to experience, enjoy, and do." "But," Sam said tearfully, " I thought, I thought after all you've been through, you'd be doing well in the Shire for many, many years." "I thought so too, but, Sam, I've been hurt so badly that I tried Save the Shire, it was saved, but I wasn't. Sam, it's often the case that when things are at risk, someone has to sacrifice and someone gives up before someone else can move on. You're my heir, everything I have handed over to you; and you have little Rose, Ilanor, and little Frodo to come, and sweet little Rose, and little Merry, and little Golden Retriever, and little Pippin, and perhaps more I can't foresee it. People will need your hands and your wits, and you'll be mayor for as long as you want, and you'll be the most famous gardener ever. You'll read history from the Red Book, making the past a The memory of the era will not fade away, people will remember the crisis and love and cherish this land even more. This is enough to keep you busy and satisfied for a long time, as long as your story is not over, you can live like this life." "Come, come with me!" Elrond and Galadriel moved on, the third era has ended, the age of the Lord of the Rings has passed, and their stories and songs should also come to an end , they went away with many High Elves who would not remain in Middle-earth; and among them were Sam, Frodo, and Bilbo, who were sad but not sorry, and the Elves were glad to receive them . Though they had spent the night crossing the Shire, no one but the wild animals saw them.Sometimes a walker in the dark sees a flash of light under a tree, or a white gleam in the setting moonlight.When they left the Shire, they passed through the White Hills, crossed the Far Hills, and came to the tower, looking at the sea in the distance.At last they passed Mythrond, and came to the shore of Gray Haven, where the Ronne empties into the sea. When they came to the gate, Cirdan the Shipwright came out to welcome them.He is very tall, has a long beautiful beard, and looks very old, only the stars are shining in his eyes.He looked at the crowd, bowed and said: "Everything is ready!" Cirdan led them into Gray Harbor, where a white boat was parked at the harbor, and a snow-white figure was waiting for them on board.When he turned and came towards them, Frodo saw that it was Gandalf, and on his hand was the third ring, Naya, whose ruby ​​was as red as fire.The people who were leaving here were glad, for Gandalf was going to go with them. But Sam was really feeling sad now, because, he began to think, if this goodbye made him sad, the journey home alone would be more unbearable.Just as he was standing there, and the elves boarded the boat one by one, ready to go, Merry and Pippin hurried up, and Pippin smiled with tears in his eyes. "You tried to sneak away, Frodo, but you failed," he said. "You almost succeeded this time, but we have you again. This time, however, it is not Sam who betrays you, but Gandalf." la!" "Yes," said Gandalf, "for I think it is better for three to go back together than one alone. My dear friends, at last, on this shore, our fate in Middle-earth It is over. Go away in peace! I will not ask you to force a smile, and tears are not a bad thing." Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin, and finally Sam, and he went aboard.The sails were raised, the sea wind was blowing, and the ship left the port slowly. The jewel that Frodo wore shone and disappeared into the mist.The ship sailed out to sea, and headed westward... until one rainy night, Frodo caught a sweet smell in the air, and singing from the sea.Then, as in his dream at home in Bombardier, the gray rain was drawn away, and a white coast appeared before him, with endless green land and a beautiful sunrise. It had been rather sad for Sam that evening when he stood on the harbor.He could only see a shadow on the gray sea disappearing to the west, and he stood watching until late at night, listening only to the sound of the lapping waves of Middle-earth, which was seared on his mind.Merry and Pippin stood beside him, looking out to sea in silence. In the end, the three turned around and left, without looking back, they slowly set foot on the road home.They were silent until they approached the Shire, but were grateful for their friend's presence. At last they crossed the Hill and took the East Road, and Merry and Pippin went to Buckland, and they were already singing.Sam turned to the waterfront area, and finally came to the hillside, and it was evening again.As he walked forward, he could see a yellow light and a warm fire inside the house, and dinner was ready, and everyone was waiting for him to come back.Xiaomei pulled him in, told him to sit down, and put Irano on his lap. He took a deep breath. "I'm back!" he said.