the fellowship of the ring-第28章
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Naught worse than that； eh？ That can soon be mended。 I know the tune for him。
Old grey Willow…man！ I'll freeze his marrow cold； if he don't behave himself。
I'll sing his roots off。 I'll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away。
Old Man Willow！' Setting down his lilies carefully on the grass； he ran to thetree。 There he saw Merry's feet still sticking out – the rest had already beendrawn further inside。 Tom put his mouth to the crack and began singing into itin a low voice。 They could not catch the words； but evidently Merry wasaroused。 His legs began to kick。 Tom sprang away； and breaking off a hangingbranch smote the side of the willow with it。 'You let them out again； Old ManWillow！' he said。 'What be you a…thinking of？ You should not be waking。 Eatearth！ Dig deep！ Drink water！ Go to sleep！ Bombadil is talking！' He thenseized Merry's feet and drew him out of the suddenly widening crack。
There was a tearing creak and the other crack split open； and out of itPippin sprang； as if he had been kicked。 Then with a loud snap both cracksclosed fast again。 A shudder ran through the tree from root to tip； andplete silence fell。
'Thank you！' said the hobbits； one after the other。
Tom Bombadil burst out laughing。 'Well； my little fellows！' said he；
stooping so that he peered into their faces。 'You shall e home with me！ Thetable is all laden with yellow cream； honeyb； and white bread and butter。
Goldberry is waiting。 Time enough for questions around the supper table。 Youfollow after me as quick as you are able！' With that he picked up his lilies；
and then with a beckoning wave of his hand went hopping and dancing along thepath eastward； still singing loudly and nonsensically。
Too surprised and too relieved to talk； the hobbits followed after him asfast as they could。 But that was not fast enough。 Tom soon disappeared infront of them； and the noise of his singing got fainter and further away。
Suddenly his voice came floating back to them in a loud halloo！
Hop along； my little friends； up the Withywindle！
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle。
Down west sinks the Sun： soon you will be groping。
When the night…shadows fall； then the door will open；
Out of the window…panes light will twinkle yellow。
Fear no alder black！ Heed no hoary willow！
Fear neither root nor bough！ Tom goes on before you。
Hey now！ merry dot！ We'll be waiting for you！
After that the hobbits heard no more。 Almost at once the sun seemed to
sink into the trees behind them。 They thought of the slanting light of eveningglittering on the Brandywine River； and the windows of Bucklebury beginning togleam with hundreds of lights。 Great shadows fell across them； trunks andbranches of trees hung dark and threatening over the path。 White mists beganto rise and curl on the surface of the river and stray about the roots of thetrees upon its borders。 Out of the very ground at their feet a shadowy steamarose and mingled with the swiftly falling dusk。
It became difficult to follow the path； and they were very tired。 Theirlegs seemed leaden。 Strange furtive noises ran among the bushes and reeds oneither side of them； and if they looked up to the pale sky； they caught sightof queer gnarled and knobbly faces that gloomed dark against the twilight； andleered down at them from the high bank and the edges of the wood。 They beganto feel that all this country was unreal； and that they were stumbling throughan ominous dream that led to no awakening。
Just as they felt their feet slowing down to a standstill； they noticedthat the ground was gently rising。 The water began to murmur。 In the darknessthey caught the white glimmer of foam； where the river flowed over a shortfall。 Then suddenly the trees came to an end and the mists were left behind。
They stepped out from the Forest； and found a wide sweep of grass welling upbefore them。 The river； now small and swift； was leaping merrily down to meetthem； glinting here and there in the light of the stars； which were alreadyshining in the sky。
The grass under their feet was smooth and short； as if it had been mownor shaven。 The eaves of the Forest behind were clipped； and trim as a hedge。
The path was now plain before them； well…tended and bordered with stone。 Itwound up on to the top of a grassy knoll； now grey under the pale starrynight； and there； still high above them on a further slope； they saw thetwinkling lights of a house。 Down again the path went； and then up again； up along smooth hillside of turf； towards the light。 Suddenly a wide yellow beamflowed out brightly from a door that was opened。 There was Tom Bombadil'shouse before them； up； down； under hill。 Behind it a steep shoulder of theland lay grey and bare； and beyond that the dark shapes of the Barrow…downsstalked away into the eastern night。
They all hurried forward； hobbits and ponies。 Already half theirweariness and all their fears had fallen from them。 _Hey！ e merry dol！_
rolled out the song to greet them。
Hey！ e derry dol！ Hop along； my hearties！
Hobbits！ Ponies all！ We are fond of parties。
Now let the fun begin！ Let us sing together！
Then another clear voice； as young and as ancient as Spring； like thesong of a glad water flowing down into the night from a bright morning in thehills； came falling like silver to meet them：
Now let the song begin！ Let us sing together
Of sun； stars； moon and mist； rain and cloudy weather；
Light on the budding leaf； dew on the feather；
Wind on the open hill； bells on the heather；
Reeds by the shady pool； lilies on the water：
Old Tom Bombadil and the River…daughter！
And with that song the hobbits stood upon the threshold； and a goldenlight was all about them。
_Chapter 7_
In the House of Tom Bombadil
The four hobbits stepped over the wide stone threshold； and stood still；
blinking。 They were in a long low room； filled with the light of lampsswinging from the beams of the roof； and on the table of dark polished woodstood many candles； tall and yellow； burning brightly。
In a chair； at the far side of the room facing the outer door； sat awoman。 Her long yellow hair rippled down her shoulders； her gown was green；
green as young reeds； shot with silver like beads of dew； and her belt was ofgold； shaped like a chain of flag…lilies set with the pale…blue eyes offorget…me…nots。 About her feel in wide vessels of green and brown earthenware；
white water…lilies were floating； so that she seemed to be enthroned in themidst of a pool。
'Enter； good guests！' she said； and as she spoke they knew that it washer clear voice they had heard singing。 They came a few timid steps furtherinto the room； and began to bow low； feeling strangely surprised and awkward；
like folk that； knocking at a cottage door to beg for a drink of water； havebeen answered by a fair young elf…queen clad in living flowers。 But beforethey could say anything； she sprang lightly up and over the lily…bowls； andran laughing towards them； and as she ran her gown rustled softly like thewind in the flowering borders of a river。
'e dear folk！' she said； taking Frodo by the hand。 'Laugh and bemerry！ I am Goldberry； daughter of the River。' Then lightly she passed themand closing the door she turned her back to it； with her white arms spread outacross it。 'Let us shut out the night！' she said。 'For you are still afraid；
perhaps； of mist and tree…shadows and deep water； and untame things。 Fearnothing！ For tonight you are under the roof of Tom Bombadil。'
The hobbits looked at her in wonder； and she looked at each of them andsmiled。 'Fair lady Goldberry！' said Frodo at last； feeling his heart movedwith a joy that he did not understand。 He stood as he had at times stoodenchanted by fair elven…voices； but the spell that was now laid upon him wasdifferent： less keen and lofty was the delight； but deeper and nearer tomortal heart； marvellous and yet not strange。 'Fair lady Goldberry！' he saidagain。 'Now the joy that was hidden in the songs we heard is made plain to me。
O slender as a willow…wand！ O clearer than clear water！
O reed by the living pool！ Fair River…daughter！
O spring…time and summer…time； and spring again after！
O wind on the waterfall； and the leaves' laughter！'
Suddenly he stopped and stammered； overe with surprise to hear himselfsaying such things。 But Goldberry laughed。
'Wele！' she said。 'I had not heard that folk of the Shire were so
sweet…tongued。 But I see you are an elf…friend； the light in your eyes and thering in your voice tells it。 This is a merry meeting！ Sit now； and wait forthe Master of the house！ He will not be long。 He is tending your tiredbeasts。'
The hobbits sat down gladly in low rush…seated chairs； while Goldberrybusied herself about the table； and their eyes followed her； for the slendergrace of her movement filled them with quiet delight。 From somewhere behindthe house came the sound of singing。 Every now and again they caught； amongmany a _derry dol_ and a _merry dol_ and a _ring a ding dillo_ the repeatedwords：
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow；
Bright blue his jacket is； and his boots are yellow。
'Fair lady！' said Frodo again after a while。 'Tell me； if my asking doesnot seem foolish； who is Tom Bombadil？'
'He is；' said Goldberry； staying her swift movements and smiling。
Frodo looked at her questioningly。 'He is； as you have seen him；' shesaid in answer to his look。 'He is the Master of wood； water； and hill。'
'Then all this strange land belongs to him？'
'No indeed！' she answered； and her smile faded。 'That would indeed be aburden；' she added in a low voice； as if to herself。 'The trees and thegrasses and all things growing or living in the land belong each tothemselves。 Tom Bombadil is the Master。 No one has ever caught old Tom walkingin the forest； wading in the water； leaping on the hill…tops under light andshadow。 He has no fear。 Tom Bombadil is master。'
A door opened and in came Tom Bombadil。 He had now no hat and his thickbrown hair was crowned with autumn leaves。 He laughed； and going to Goldberry；
took her hand。
'Here's my pretty lady！' he said； bowing to the hobbits。 'Here's myGoldberry clothed all in silver…green with flowers in her girdle！ Is the tableladen？ I see yellow cream and honeyb； and white bread； and butter； milk；
cheese； and green herbs and ripe berries gathered。 Is that enough for us？ Isthe supper ready？'
'It is；' said Goldberry； 'but the guests perhaps are not？'
Tom clapped his hands and cried： 'Tom； Tom！ your guests are tired； andyou had near forgotten！ e now； my merry friends； and Tom will refresh you！
You shall clean grimy hands； and wash your weary faces； cast off your muddycloaks and b out your tangles！'
He opened the door； and they followed him down a short passage and rounda sharp turn。 They came to a low room with a sloping roof （a penthouse； itseemed； built on to the north end of the house）。 Its walls were of cleanstone； but they were mostly covered with green hanging mats and yellowcurtains。 The floor was flagged； and strewn with fresh green rushes。 Therewere four deep mattresses； each piled with white blankets； laid on the flooralong one side。 Against the opposite wall was a long bench laden with wideearthenware basins； and beside it stood brown ewers filled with water； somecold； so
