CD No. 13 Episode XIII : The Grey Havens



t h e g r e y h a v e n s

[Birds chirp]

Merry: The Ents have certainly changed this place.

Pippin: Good old Treebeard!

Treebeard: Hoom, hoom, a-hoom...

[Legolas laughs]

Legolas: Here he comes.

Treebeard: A-hoom, a-hoom... welcome to the Treegarth of Orthanc! But why
do you come here?

Gandalf: To see how your work goes, my friend, and to thank you for your
aid in all that has been achieved.

Treebeard: Hoom, well, that is fair enough, for to be sure Ents have played
their part.

Gandalf: Tell me: what of the task that I set you? How is Saruman? Is he
not yet weary of his imprisonment in the Tower of Orthanc? For I don't
suppose that he will think you have improved the view from his windows.

Treebeard: Ah! I thought you would come to that, Gandalf. Weary of Orthanc?
Very weary at last; but not so weary of his tower as he was of my voice.

Gandalf: Was? What about is? Is he dead?

Treebeard: No, no. Not dead, as far as I know. But he is gone.

Gandalf: Gone!

Treebeard: Yes, he is gone seven days. I let him go.

Gandalf: Heh?

Treebeard: There was little left of him when he crawled out, and as for
that worm-creature of his, he was like a pale shadow.

[Gandalf sighs]

Gandalf: But, Treebeard!

Treebeard: Now do not tell me, Gandalf, that I promised to keep him safe;
for I know it. But things have changed since then. And I kept him until he
was safe, safe from doing any more harm.

Gandalf: Ah... it is as I feared.

Treebeard: Gandalf, you should know that above all I hate the caging of
live things, and I will not keep even such creatures as these caged beyond
great need. A snake without fangs may crawl where he will.

Gandalf: Ah, you may be right, but this snake had still one tooth left, I
think. He had the poison of his voice, and I guess that he persuaded you,
even you Treebeard, knowing the soft spot in your heart.

Treebeard: Hrum...

Gandalf: Well, he is gone. There is no more to be said. But the Tower of
Orthanc now goes back to the King, to whom it belongs. Though maybe he will
not need it.

Aragorn: That will be seen later. But I will give all this valley to the
Ents to do with as they will, so long as they keep watch upon Orthanc and
see that none enter it without my leave.

Treebeard: It is locked.

[A ring of keys is heard]

Treebeard: I made Saruman lock it and give me the keys.

Aragorn: Now I thank you once more, and I bid you farewell. May your forest
grow again in peace. When this valley is filled there is room to spare west
of the mountains, where once you walked long ago.

Treebeard: We thank you. But I am forgetting my manners! Will you stay here
and rest a while?

Gandalf: No, Treebeard, for we have a long journey yet before us.

Treebeard: Maybe there are some that would be pleased to pass through
Fangorn forest and so shorten their road home?

Elrond: The Lord Aragorn returns to Minas Tirith, and most of the rest of
our Company go with me to Rivendell. But our friend here, Legolas the Elf,
may be pleased to accept this invitation?

Legolas: That is so, Master Elrond. Come, Gimli! By Fangorn's leave, will
visit the deep places of the Entwood and see such trees as are nowhere else
to be found in Middle-earth, and thus journey to our own lands in Mirkwood
and beyond.

Gimli: I will come with you, for the sake of our friendship, which I hold
dear.

Aragorn: Here then at last comes the ending of the Fellowship of the Ring.
Yet I hope ere long you will return to my land with the help you promised.

Gimli: We will come, if our lords allow it. Legolas to tend your gardens,
and I to instruct your stone-masons.

Legolas: When we come, my lord, your fair land shall be blessed for a
while. For a while: a month, a life, a hundred years of men.

Aragorn: I will look for that day, and that blessing, my friends!

Gimli: Well, farewell, my hobbits! You should come safe to your own homes
now, and I shall not be kept awake for fear of your peril.

Pippin: Farewell, Gimli.

Sam: Good-bye, Gimli.

Merry: Farewell, Legolas.

Legolas: Farewell! We will send word when we may, and some of us may yet
meet at times. But I fear that we shall not all be gathered together again.

[Their voices have faded into the distance]

Legolas and Gimli: Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar! Nai elyë hiruva!
Namárië!

Gandalf: Safe journey, Master Dwarf and Master Elf!

Legolas: Namárië!

The Company: Namárië!

Gandalf: Farewell.

Treebeard: I too must bid you now farewell. I do not think that we shall
meet again. For the world is changing: I feel it in the water, I feel it in
the earth, and I - I smell it in the air.

Elrond: Maybe not in Middle-earth, Fangorn. But when the lands that lie
under the wave are lifted up again, then in the willow-meads of Tasarinan
we may meet in the Spring.

Treebeard: Ah, the sight and and the smell of the Spring in Nan-tasarion.
Farewell, Masters! And farewell, my merry little folk.

Merry: Good-bye, Treebeard.

Treebeard: You are a hasty people, you hobbit-children. The laughing-folk,
the little-people.

Pippin: Half-grown hobbits, the hole-dwellers.

Treebeard: Yet you have already grown since I saw you last.

Pippin: It's those ent-draughts you gave us to drink, Treebeard.

Merry: You remember? You said you'd give us a drink that would keep us
green and growing for a long, long while.

[Treebeard laughs]

Treebeard: So I did! By root and twig, so I did. Well now, Merry and
Pippin, we must part.

Pippin: Good-bye, Treebeard.

Merry: Good-bye, Treebeard.

[Treebeard's voice slowly fades]

Treebeard: Hoom, hum. Hoom, hum, farewell, farewell! Boom, boom, rumboom,
boorar, boom, boom, dahrar boom boom, dahrar boom.

Pippin: I wish we could have a seeing stone like the one that Saruman threw
at us. Then we could see all our friends and speak to them from far away.

Aragorn: Only one now remains that you could use. For you would not wish to
see what the stone of Minas Tirith would show you.

Pippin: No.

Aragorn: But the palantír of Orthanc the King will keep to see what is
passing in his realm, and what his servants are doing. For do not forget,
Peregrin Took, that you are a knight of Gondor, and I do not release you
from your service. You are on leave now, but I may recall you.

Pippin: Yes, Aragorn.

Aragorn: But now our paths too must part. Farewell, Gandalf!

Gandalf: Farewell.

Aragorn: Elrond Halfelven, fare thee well.

Elrond: Farewell, Elfstone!

Aragorn: Good-bye, Meriadoc, brave squire of Théoden.

Merry: Good-bye, Aragorn.

Aragorn: Good-bye, Sam.

Sam: Sir.

Aragorn: I am glad I didn't turn out to be the play-acting spy you took me
for at Bree.

Sam: Oh, Sir!

Aragorn: No...

[Aragorn hushes him]

Aragorn: It's alright, Sam. You were right to doubt the sinister Ranger
with his strange tale. You are well-called Samwise.

Aragorn: Oh, Mr. Strider, Sir...

Aragorn: And lastly, farewell Frodo, Ring-bearer. Much has chanced since
you put your foot - or should I say your finger...

[They laugh]

Aragorn: ...in it at the Prancing Pony.

Frodo: Ah. I am pleased those words came true about you, Renewed shall be
Blade that was Broken, the Crownless again shall be King.

Aragorn: You helped them come true, Frodo. And remember, dear friends of
the Shire, that my realm lies also in the North, and I shall come there one
day. Now, farewell!

Narrator: And with that, they parted, and it was then the time of sunset;
and when after a while they turned and looked back, they saw the King of
the West sitting upon his horse; and the falling sun shone upon him, and
the white mantle of Aragorn was turned to a flame. Then Aragorn took the
green Elfstone and held it up, and there came a green fire from his hand.

- - - - -

Narrator: So the dwindling Company went on, until at last, one evening,
they came over the high moors to the brink of the deep valley of Rivendell,
and saw, far below, the lamps shining in Elrond's house. And they went down
and crossed the bridge, and came to the doors, and all the house was filled
with light and song for joy at Elrond's homecoming.

[Elves sings in the background:

A Elbereth! A Gilthoniel!
Silivren penna míriel!
A Elbereth! A Gilthoniel!
Silivren penna míriel!
A Elbereth! A Gilthoniel!]

Sam: Well, Mr. Frodo, we've been far and seen a deal, and yet I don't think
we've found a better place than this. There's something of everything here:
the Shire and the Golden Wood and Gondor and kings' houses and inns and
meadows and mountains all mixed.

[Frodo laughs quietly]

Frodo: Yes, Sam, yes, there is something of everything, except the Sea.

- - - - -

Narrator: First of all, before they eaten or washed or even shed their
cloaks, the hobbits went in search of Bilbo. They found him all alone in
his little room.

[A fire crackles]

Bilbo: Ah, hello!

[Bilbo and Frodo laugh]

Bilbo: So you have come back.

[They laugh]

Bilbo: And tomorrow's my birthday.

Frodo: Yes, Bilbo, I know!

[Bilbo laughs]

Frodo: So I wanted to be back in time.

Bilbo: How clever of you! Do you know I shall a hundred and -

Bilbo and Frodo: twenty-nine!

[Bilbo laughs]

Frodo: Yes.

Bilbo: And in one more year, if I am spared, I shall equal the Old Took.

Frodo: Yes!

Bilbo: I should like to beat him.

Pippin: You will.

Bilbo: We shall see.

Frodo: Bilbo, why... why didn't you come to Aragorn and Arwen's wedding?

Bilbo: Oh, I was invited, of course, and I've waited for it long enough.
But somehow, when it came to it, I found I had so much to do here. And
packing is such a bother! But now then, you've all been having a - a lot of
adventures, by all accounts!

Pippin: We have! We went through the Dwarf-mines of Moria...

[Bilbo laughs]

Pippin: ...and we met the Ents of Fangorn, and there were battles with
terrible Orcs, and Merry here was fearfully brave, and was made an esquire
to King Théoden of Rohan!

Bilbo: Oh, how splendid!

Merry: And young Pippin is now a knight of Gondor.

Frodo: Yes!

Bilbo: How wonderful!

[He laughs]

Sam: And I saw the Elves of Lothlórien, Mr. Bilbo, just like you used to
tell me tales about.

Bilbo: Did you now, Sam? Well, well!

Pippin: Yes, and Sam rescued Frodo from Orcs and killed a huge spider, and
then they both went all alone into Mordor with the Ring.

Bilbo: Well, well. Fancy my old Ring causing such a disturbance.

[He laughs]

Frodo: Well, it's gone now, Bilbo.

Bilbo: Yes. Well, I don't suppose I would have had the strength or luck to
deal with it. The trouble was, it grew, but I didn't. Don't adventures ever
have an end? I wondered, when you went away. And it seems they do. But now,
then! I shall have to make a note or two of these things that you've been
doing.

[Frodo and Bilbo laugh]

- - - - -

Narrator: When nearly a fortnight had passed, Frodo looked out of his
window and saw that there had been a frost in the night, and the cobwebs
were like white nets. Then, suddenly, he knew that he must go.

Elrond: Well, Frodo, you feel then that it is time for you to depart from
us.

Frodo: Yes, Elrond. I want to see my home again.

Elrond: As so you should. Rivendell is the Last Homely House east of the
Sea, but I suspect not now so homely as it was when the desperate matter of
the Ring was put in hand.

Frodo: And what will happen now to the three rings of the Elf-lords?

Elrond: It is as I said at our Counsil, now so long ago.

Frodo: Hm...

Elrond: The Three will fail and many fair things will fade and be
forgotten.

Frodo: You bear one of the Three, and the Lady Galadriel bears another. But
where is the third?

Elrond: Ask not now, Frodo. For it will be revealed to you, ere long. But
come! You must gather your friends and say farewell to Bilbo.

Frodo: Yes.

- - - - -

[A fire crackles and Bilbo's breath is heavy in sleep]

Elrond: Little master. Bilbo?

[Bilbo wakes]

Elrond: A time for parting is upon us, little master.

Frodo: Good-bye, Bilbo. I must go back to the Shire.

Bilbo: Well, good-bye, my boy! If you must go, you must. I'm sorry. I shall
miss you. It's nice just to know that you're about the place. Oh, you'd
better take these books of mine with you.

Frodo: Oh...

[Pages turn]

Frodo: Translations from the Elvish, by B.B.

[He and Bilbo laugh]

Bilbo: I hope you'll be able to read them. My handwriting's rather spidery,
I'm afraid.

Frodo: Thank you, Bilbo!

[Gold jingles in a pouch]

Bilbo: Here's a little bag of gold for you, Sam.

Sam: Oh! But Mr. Bilbo, sir. I -

Bilbo: No, no, no, now. You take it Sam, take it. May come in useful, if
you think of getting married.

Sam: Oh, Mr. Bilbo...

Bilbo: And as for you young fellows, Merry and Pippin, I've not much to
give you except good advice. Don't let your heads get too big for your
hats!

[They laugh]

Bilbo: Oh, and one other thing! I want you to have these.

[He hands the pipes to Merry and Pippin]

Merry: Oh, thank you.

Pippin: Thank you.

Merry: Oh, what beautiful pipes!

Bilbo: Yes. They're pretty, aren't they? They're bound with silver, and the
mouth-pieces are pearl. Think of me when you smoke them!

Merry: I shall.

Bilbo: The Elves made them for me, but I... I don't smoke now.

[His voice slowly trails away as sleep takes him. Frodo clears his throat,
and Bilbo wakes again]

Bilbo: Ah! Now then.

[He laughs]

Bilbo: Now, where were we? Eh, yes, of course! Giving, giving presents. Yes
- which reminds me: what's become of my Ring, Frodo, that you took away?
Hm?

Frodo: I - I... I've lost it, Bilbo dear. I got rid of it, you know.

Bilbo: Yes. And what a pity! I would liked to have seen it again. Ah - oh,
dear. How silly of me! That's what you went for, wasn't it: to get rid of
it, hm?

Frodo: Yes, Bilbo.

Bilbo: The thing is, you see, it's all - ah, it's all rather confusing.
Still, I think when all's said and done, perhaps it's more comfortable to
sit here, and listen to all you young fellows' adventures, than having to
be part of them.

[He sighs and falls asleep]

Sam: I don't think Mr. Bilbo's done much writing while we've been away. I
shouldn't think he'll ever write our story now.

Bilbo: I heard that, Sam Gamgee!

Sam: Oh, oh...

Bilbo: You see, the trouble is: I'm getting so sleepy, and when I have time
to write, I only really like writing poetry. I wonder, Frodo, my dear
fellow...

Frodo: Yes, Bilbo?

Bilbo: ...if - if you would collect all my notes and papers, and my diary
too, and take them with you, if you will.

Frodo: Yes, of course.

Bilbo: You see, I haven't much time for the selection and arrangement and
all that. So get Sam to help you, and when you've knocked things into
shape, come back, and I'll run over it, and I won't be too critical.

Frodo: Yes, Bilbo, I'll do it! And of course I'll - I'll come back soon: it
won't be dangerous any more. Not now there's a real king.

Bilbo: Thank you. Thank you, my dear fellow. That really is... a very
great... relief...

[His voice trails off again. His breathing becomes slow and steady]

Elrond: Frodo?

Frodo: Yes, Elrond?

Elrond: I think, Frodo, that maybe you will not need to come back, unless
you come back very soon.

Frodo: Why?

Elrond: About this time of the year, when the leaves are gold before they
fall, look for Bilbo in the woods of the Shire. I shall be with him.

- - - - -

Narrator: The next day, Gandalf and the hobbits took their leave of Elrond
and his household, and turned their faces once more towards the Shire.

[A bird sings]

Pippin: How far are you going with us, Gandalf?

Gandalf: At least as far as Bree. I want to see old Barliman Butterbur.

Sam: This is the ford where we had all that trouble with those Riders,
isn't it, Gandalf?

Gandalf: Yes, Sam, and it was almost a year ago.

Merry: Are you all right, Frodo?

Sam: What's the matter, Mr. Frodo?

Frodo: I...

Gandalf: Are you in pain, Frodo?

Frodo: Well, yes I am. It's my shoulder. The wound aches...

Gandalf: Ah.

Frodo: ...and the memory of darkness is heavy upon me.

Gandalf: Alas! There are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured.

Frodo: I fear it may be so with mine. Oh, there is no real going back.
Though I may come to the Shire, it will... it will not seem the same; for I
shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a
long burden. Where shall I find rest?

- - - - -

Narrator: So it was that near the end of a wild and wet evening in the last
days of October, with the rain blowing in their faces from the low clouds
that hurried through the darkening sky, the five travellers came to the
Prancing Pony, at Bree.

[A cold wind blows]

Frodo: Oh, ring the bell, Sam!

Sam: Oh! Right on, Mr. Frodo.

[He rings the door-bell]

Frodo: Come on...

[They shiver. The door opens]

Nob: Who... who is it?

[Sam laughs]

Sam: It's us, Nob! We've come back.

Nob: Well, bless my soul! Mr. Butterbur! Master! They've come back!

Butterbur: Oh, have they? Well, I'll learn 'em. Now see here you...! Oh!

[The group laughs]

Butterbur: Well, I never! Nob, you woolly-pated ninny! Can't you give old
friends their names?

Frodo: Hello, Mr. Butterbur!

Sam: Hello!

Butterbur: Well, well, well. And where have you come from? I never expected
to see any of you folk again, and that's a fact: going off into the Wild
with that Strider, and all those Black Riders about. But I'm right glad to
see you, and none more than Gandalf.

[Gandalf laughs]

Butterbur: Well... Come in, come in! The same rooms as before? They're
free. Well, when I see free, I mean they're empty, you know.

[They laugh]

Butterbur: Indeed most rooms are empty these days. Well, come in, come in!
Make yourselves at home.

- - - - -

[Dishes clank]

Butterbur: Excuse me, Mr. Underhill, but -

Frodo: Um...

Butterbur: Oh, there I go! I mean Mr. Baggins, and all. I - I won't make so
bold as to suggest you should come to the common room tonight; you'll be
tired. But if you could spare me an half an hour before you go to your
beds, I'd dearly like to have some talk with you, you know: quiet-like by
yourselves.

Gandalf: That's just what we should like, too. Come, sit! Tell us how
things are in Bree.

Butterbur: Ah, well, thank you.

[He sighs]

Butterbur: Well, now. Things in Bree are far from well, Gandalf.

Gandalf: Ah?

Butterbur: Business is down-right bad. No one comes nigh Bree now from
Outside. And the inside folk, I mean - they stay at home mostly and keep
their doors barred.

Merry: Well, why, Mr. Butterbur?

Butterbur: Well, there was trouble right here in Bree, that's what
happened, Mr. Brandybuck. We had a real set-to, and there were some folk
killed. Killed dead! If you'll believe me.

Pippin: And we thought we'd left all the trouble behind us.

Butterbur: Ah, well, that you haven't, Master, more's the pity. You see,
we're not used to such trouble, and the Rangers have all gone away, folk
tell me.

Gandalf: Ah!

Butterbur: I don't think we rightly understood till now what they did for
us. Now there's - well, there's dark shapes in the woods. Oh, dreadful
things that make the blood run cold to think of. It's all been very
disturbing.

Gandalf: I expect it has. Nearly all lands have been disturbed these days,
very disturbed. But cheer up, Barliman!

Butterbur: Why?

Gandalf: The Rangers have returned.

Butterbur: No!

Gandalf: And there is a king again. He'll soon be turning his mind this
way.

Butterbur: Well, that sounds more hopefull, I'll allow. So long as he lets
Bree alone.

Gandalf: He will. He knows it and loves it.

Butterbur: Oh, does he now? Though I'm sure I don't know why he should,
sitting in his big chair up in his great castle, hundreds of miles away.
And drinking out of a golden cup, I shouldn't wonder. What's The Pony to
him, or mugs o' beer? Not but what my beer's good, mind.

Sam: Ah! Well, that's just what he says about it.

Butterbur: What? He... he says?

Sam: Of course he does. It's Strider!

[Pippin laughs]

Sam: The chief of the Rangers.

Butterbur: Strider! Him... him with a - what, with a crown and all and a
golden cup! Well, well, what are we coming to?

Gandalf: Better times for Bree, at any rate.

Butterbur: Well, I hope so, I'm sure.

[He laughs]

Butterbur: Well, this has been the nicest chat I've had in a month of
Monday's. But I've no doubt you'll - you'll be glad to have your beds now,
eh? Strider a king? Well, well! King Strider. Hey, Nob! Nob, you slowcoach!
Nob... oh, now. Now... what does that remind me of? Now...

Merry: Not another letter you've forgotten, eh, Mr. Butterbur?

Butterbur: Oh, now, now, Mr. Brandybuck, don't go reminding me of that! But
there, you've broken my thought. Now - eh, what was I talking about? There
was Nob, then there was, eh... slowcoach. Tha-tha-tha... that's it! That's
it! I've something that belongs to you. That pony of Bill Ferny's. Well,
it's here.

Sam: What! My Bill?

Butterbur: Yes.

Frodo: Sam!

Butterbur: He come back all of itself, it did. But where it had been to! Oh
dear, well, you know better than me. It was as shaggy as an old dog, and as
lean as a clothes-rail, but he was alive. And Nob's been looking after him.

Sam: Well, I was born lucky, whatever my gaffer may say. Well, there's
another wish come true! Where is he? Well, there's no bed for me until I've
seen him.

- - - - -

Frodo: Well, good-bye, Mr. Butterbur. I'm glad to have stayed at the
Prancing Pony in what I hope are happier times.

Butterbur: Well, good-bye, and - and good luck on your road, and... and
good luck be your homecoming. Oh, by the way. You'll find that all's not
well in the Shire neither.

Sam: What?

Butterbur: If what we hear is true! Funny goings on, they say. Oh, I should
have warned you before, but I forgot.

Gandalf: Barliman!

Butterbur: Well, you see, the trouble is: one thing drives out another, as
it were, and I was full of my own troubles, but - but, if I may make so
bold, you've come back changed from your travels, and you look now like
folk as can deal with troubles out of hand. I don't doubt you'll soon set
all to rights. Ah, good luck to you!

Frodo: Thank you, Mr. Butterbur.

Butterbur: And the oftener you come back, the better I'll be pleased.

Gandalf: Farewell for now, Barliman.

Butterbur: Good-bye, Masters.

Merry: Good-bye, Mr. Butterbur.

Pippin: Good-bye, Nob!

Nob: Good-bye, sirs!

Sam: Oh, Nob! Thank you for looking after Bill for me.

Nob: Oh, that's all right, Sam.

[Bill neighs]

Nob: Good-bye.

Butterbur: Nob!

[Nob whimpers and Sam laughs]

Sam: Good-bye!

[The Prancing Pony's door closes. Horses begin to walk]

Frodo: I wonder what old Barliman was hinting at.

Sam: I can guess some of it. What I saw in the Lady Galadriel's Mirror:
trees cut down and all, and my old gaffer turned out of Bagshot Row. I
ought to have hurried back quicker.

Merry: Never-mind! We've got Gandalf with us...

Gandalf: Ah.

Merry: ...so things will soon be cleared up.

Gandalf: I am with you at present, but soon I shall not be.

Merry: What?

Sam: G - Gandalf!

Gandalf: I am not coming to the Shire. You must settle its affairs
yourselves; that's what you've been trained for.

Pippin: I don't know what you mean, Gandalf.

[Gandalf sighs]

Gandalf: Do you not yet understand, Peregrin Took?

Pippin: No.

Gandalf: My time is over. It's no longer my task to set things to rights,
nor to help folks to do so. And as for you, my dear friends, you will need
no help. You're grown up now. Grown very high; among the great you are, and
I no longer have any fear at all for any of you.

- - - - -

Narrator: They set off following the East Road, and, in a little while,
they came to a point where Gandalf reigned Shadowfax to a halt.

[Horse hooves lightly stamp the earth]

Gandalf: Well, you may find more trouble ahead of you than you think. But
you'll manage all right. Good-bye, dear friends. But not for the last time.
Not yet. Good-bye!

Pippin and Merry: Good-bye.

Gandalf: On, Shadowfax!

[He rides away]

Frodo: Good-bye, Gandalf.

[Merry sighs]

Merry: Well, here we are, just the four of us that started out together.

Frodo: Yes.

Merry: We've left all the rest behind, one after another. It seems almost
like a dream that has slowly faded.

Frodo: Not to me. To me it feels more like falling asleep again.

- - - - -

Narrator: Their return to Hobbiton was one of the saddest hours in their
lives. As they drew near, they saw a new mill: a great ugly brick building,
straddling the stream, which it fouled with a steaming and stinking
overflow. But as they crossed the Bridge and looked up the Hill, they were
even more horrified.

[The loud factory-sounds fill the air]

Sam: It's worse, even, than what I saw in Galadriel's Mirror.

Frodo: The chestnuts have gone!

Sam: Oh!

Pippin: And look at Bagshot Row! It's a gravel quarry!

Sam: Oh no - the Party Tree, where Mr. Bilbo made his farewell speech!
Look! They've cut it down.

[Ted Sandyman begins to laugh]

Sandyman: Don't you like it, Sam? No, but then, you always was soft!

Sam: Sandyman!

Sandyman: Aye, that's right, lad. Ted Sandyman. Do you like my new mill?

Sam: No, I do not!

[Sandyman laughs]

Sam: See here, Sandyman. I've a score to pay in this village, and don't you
make it any larger with your jeering, or you'll foot a bill too long for
your purse.

Sandyman: Things have changed here. Sharkey's the Boss at Bag End, and he
runs the Shire.

Sam: Huh?

Sandyman: He'll soon deal with the likes of you.

Merry: But I think it's about time that someone dealt with this Sharkey.

Sandyman: Oh, and how are you going to do that? Four of you against
Sharkey! He's got the means to deal with you as you'll see, soon enough.

Pippin: Oh, Merry! What's happening?

Merry: We'll find out.

[A horn blows]

Merry: Hobbits of the Shire! The Horn of Rohan calls you!

[Merry blows his horn again. Hobbits, talking amongst themselves, approach]

Merry: Come out, hobbits of the Shire! Frodo Baggins has returned!

[The hobbits cry out in amazement]

Sandyman: You wait until the Boss hears about this.

Sam: Well, run and tell him if you dare, Sandyman!

Hobbit: They're back. Mr. Baggins and his friends are back!

Hobbit: Aye, and in the nick of time, too.

Frodo: Hello again, my dear hobbits.

Mr. Cotton: My, but it's good to see you all again.

Frodo: And you, Mr. Cotton!

Mr. Cotton: And young Sam's with you, I see. There you are, Rose! I said
he'd come back!

Rose: Hello, Sam!

Sam: H... hello, Rose. How are you?

Rose: Oh, fine, thank you, Sam. And you?

Gaffer: Been mixing in strange company, by the looks of him, Rose.

Sam: Dad! Hello, dad!

Gaffer: What's become of your weskit, lad? I don't hold with wearing
inronmongery, whether it wears well or no.

Sam: Dad...

Frodo: Hello, Mr. Gamgee! Glad to see you.

Gaffer: Aye, and glad indeed I am to see you, safe back. But you didn't
ought to have sold Bag End, as I always said. That's what started all this
mischief. Diggin' up Bagshot Row, throwing me out of me house and home, and
ruinin' my taters!

Frodo: I'm sorry, Mr. Gamgee. But now I've come back. I'll do my best to
make amends.

Gaffer: Ah, can't say fairer than that. And I hope my Sam's behaved
himself, given satisfaction.

Sam: Dad.

Frodo: Perfect satisfaction. Indeed, if you will believe it, he's now one
of the most famous people in all the lands.

Rose: Why, Sam!

Sam: Mr. Frodo, please, sir.

Pippin: But - but what has been going on here?

Mr. Cotton: Oh, much, Mr. Took. That there Lotho Sackville-Baggins made
himself Chief and started doing whatever he liked.

Hobbit: Let all those ruffians into the Shire, he did.

Hobbit: Aye, and that's when things really went from bad to worse.

Mr. Cotton: Ah, but since Sharkey's come, it's been plain ruination.

Frodo: Who is this Sharkey?

Mr. Cotton: Biggest ruffian of the lot.

Hobbit: Never seen him, we ain't.

Gaffer: Up at Bag End, he is. He's the Chief now.

Hobbit: Look out, look out! Here come his men now!

[The hobbits cry out in fear]

Merry: No! Keep together, all of you! We can withstand them.

Frodo: Now, no killing! There must be no killing!

[The ruffians march up to the hobbits]

Ruffian: What are you lot doing?

Sam: This is not your country. And you're not wanted.

[The ruffians laugh]

Ruffian: Take 'em, lads!

[The hobbits moan in fright]

Merry: Don't move, any one of you.

Ruffian: Who says?

Pippin: We say so. Your day is over. The Dark Tower has fallen, there is a
King in Gondor, and this is Mr. Frodo Baggins, the King's friend.

[The ruffian spits]

Ruffian: That's for your King. Get 'em!

[Weapons are drawn]

Merry: Lay one finger on anyone, and you will be shot.

Ruffian: Hurt 'em lads! Let 'em have it!

[Hobbits and ruffians scream as they collide. Weapons clash]

Merry: Meriadoc for the Shire!

[The Horn of Rohan fills the air]

Narrator: It was not a long fight, but when it was over, many ruffians, and
some hobbits lay dead.

- - - - -

Narrator: The four companions continued to Bag End in search of Sharkey.

[A group of hobbits talk amongst themselves in the distant background]

Merry: There's no sign of any Boss here.

Pippin: All we've found is rats and mice.

Merry: Perhaps we should search those sheds, outside. I'm sure we could get
some of those hobbits to help us.

Sam: Well, this is worse than Mordor! It's much worse, in a way. It comes
home to you, because it is home and you remember it before it was all
ruined.

Frodo: Yes. This is Mordor.

[Footsteps resonate behind them. Hobbits gasp]

Saruman: Oh, no. Not Mordor.

[Pippin gasps]

Pippin: Saruman!

Frodo: Sharkey!

Saruman: So you have heard my other name, have you? All my people used to
call me that in Isengard, I believe. A sign of affection, possibly. I have
looked forward to meeting you, Mr. Baggins. But evidently you did not
expect to see me here.

Frodo: No, I did not. But I might have guess you were yet capable of a
little mischief in a mean way.

Saruman: Quite capable, and more than a little. I have done much that you
will find it hard to mend or undo in your lives. And it will be pleasant to
think of that.

Frodo: Well, if that's what you pleasure in, I pity you. But it will be a
pleasure of memory only, I fear. Go at once and never return!

Saruman: I will if you will ask those little rats crowding the doorway to
this hole to let me pass.

Sam: Well, you ask 'em, Saruman.

[Hobbits scream: "Don't let him go!" "Kill him!"]

Saruman: Kill him! Kill him! Do not think that when I lost all my goods I
lost all my power! Whoever strikes me shall be accursed.

[Hobbits gasp]

Saruman: And if my blood stains the Shire, it shall wither and never again
be healed.

[They talk desperately amongst themselves in fear]

Frodo: Do not - do not believe him, hobbits! He has lost all power, save
his voice. And that can still daunt you and decieve you, if you let it. But
I will not have him slain. It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it
will heal nothing. Go, Saruman, by the speediest way possible!

[Saruman's footsteps leave Bag End]

Sam: Let's make sure he goes, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo: Yes, Sam.

[The surrounding hobbits talk in wonder]

Saruman: Worm! Worm!

Wormtongue: Coming, master.

Saruman: To the road again, Worm! These fine fellows and lordlings are
turning us adrift again. Come along! Here's one last little remembrance for
you, Mr. Baggins!

[Saruman stabs Frodo. The knife falls to the ground and the Hobbits gasp.
Sam draw his sword]

Sam: So, you try and stab my master, would you, Saruman? Well, you've tried
your last trick!

Frodo: No, Sam! No. Do not kill him even now. For he has not hurt me, you
see? His blade failed against my Dwarf-mail. And in any case I do not wish
him to be slain in this evil mood. He was great once, of a noble kind that
we should not dare to raise our hands against.

Saruman: You are wise, and cruel, Halfling. You have robbed my revenge of
sweetness, and now I must go hence in bitterness, in debt to your mercy. I
hate it and you! But do not expect me to wish you health and long life. You
will have neither. That is not my doing. I merely foretell. Come, Worm!
Come!

[Wormtongue hesitates, softly moaning to himself]

Frodo: Wormtongue! You do not need to follow him. You can have rest and
food here a while, until you are stronger and can go on your way.

Saruman: Come on, Worm!

Wormtongue: Ah... ah...

Frodo: Let him go, Wormtongue. I know of no evil that you have done to me.

Saruman: No evil? Oh no! Didn't you wonder, Mr. Baggins, what had become of
your cousin, Lotho?

[Frodo catches his breath]

Saruman: You know, don't you, Worm? Will you tell them?

Wormtongue: No, no!

Saruman: Then I will. Worm killed Lotho, poor little fellow, nice little
Lotho. Didn't you, Worm? Stabbed him in his sleep, I believe. Buried him, I
hope; though Worm has been very hungry lately. Worm is not really nice. You
had better leave him to me.

Wormtongue: You told me to; you told me to do it!

Saruman: You do what Sharkey says, always, don't you, Worm? Well, now he
says: follow!

[Wormtongue hisses and Saruman cries out]

Saruman: Let go of me, Worm!

Wormtongue: The Worm has turned, Saruman. Die! Die!

[Saruman screams are muted as he is choked and dies. A wind rises]

Pippin: Look at Saruman's body! There's a grey mist gathering about it.

Merry: Something ghastly is happening to him. Look at his face!

[Wormtongue laughs]

Merry: It's shriveled to rags of skin upon a hideous skull.

Wormtongue: No more beatings now, Saruman!

[He laughs]

Wormtongue: Poor old Gríma's free of him at last!

[He laughs]

Merry: Don't let him get away!

Frodo: No more killing!

[An arrow hits Wormtongue, who screams]

Sam: Oh! And that's an end to that. And it's a nasty end for both of them,
and I wish I needn't have seen it; but it's good riddance.

Merry: And the very last end of the War, I hope.

Frodo: Yes, I hope so, too. The very last stroke. Oh, but to think that it
should fall here, at the very door of Bag End! Among all my hopes and fears
I never expected that.

Sam: Well, I shan't call it the end, till we've cleared up the mess. And
that'll take a lot of time and work.

[Frodo sighs]

Sam: Come on!

- - - - -

Narrator: It took less time than Sam had feared. One of the first things
done in Hobbiton was the clearing of the Hill and Bag End, and the
restoration of Bagshot Row. The Gaffer was reinstalled in number 3.

Gaffer: Well, it's an ill-wind as blows nobody no good, as I always say.
And all's well as ends better.

Merry: We should give the place a new name. What about Battle Gardens?

Gaffer: Oh, Elves and Dragons, Mr. Merry! It don't need to be called
nothing fancy. Simply call it New Row.

Frodo: Very sensible and Hobbit-like, Mr. Gamgee.

Pippin: Well, as far as I'm concerned, it will only ever have one name.

Frodo: Oh? What's that, Pippin?

Pippin: Sharkey's End.

[They laugh and groan]

Frodo: Well, now things really are beginning to get back to normal!

[Sam laughs]

Gaffer: Except for the trees, Mr. Frodo. They're a grevious loss.

Sam: Aye, Gaffer's right. To think that it will only be my great-
grandchildren who'll see the Shire as it ought -

[He gasps]

Sam: Why, you ninnyhammer, Sam Gamgee!

Frodo: What is it, Sam?

Sam: The box that Lady Galadriel gave me! Why didn't I think of it before?
And me carried it all the way from Lothlórien to here.

Frodo: I wondered when you'd remember it, Sam.

Pippin: Well, let's have a look at it.

[Sam rummages]

Sam: Hang on. Here we are!

Frodo: Well? Open it up, Sam!

[Sam opens it]

Gaffer: What's inside, Sam?

[Sam looks in wonder]

Sam: It's dust. Soft, fine, grey dust, and a... a seed. It's like a small
nut with a silver shale. See? But - but what am I going to do with it?

Frodo: Use all the wits and knowledge you have of your own, Sam, and then
use the gift to help your work and better it. And use it sparingly. There
is not much here, and I expect every grain has a value.

- - - - -

Narrator: So Sam planted saplings in all the places where specially
beautiful or beloved trees had been destroyed, and he put a grain of the
precious dust in the soil at the root of each. And at the end, he found
that he still had a little of the dust left; so he went to the Three-
farthing Stone, which is as near the centre of the Shire as no matter, and
cast it in the air with a blessing. The little silver nut he planted in the
Party Field where the tree had once stood under which old Bilbo Baggins had
made his farewell speech to the hobbits of the Shire. And there, in Spring,
a beautiful, young sapling leapt up. It had silver bark and long leaves. It
was a mallorn tree, like those which grew in the Golden Wood east of the
Mountains.

Frodo: Well, Sam. It must be Spring in Lothlórien. The mallorn is in bloom.

Sam: Yes, Mr. Frodo! Isn't it beautiful? And more so because it reminds me
of the Lady Galadriel and the fair folk of Lórien.

Frodo: It will be the wonder of the neighbourhood, Sam! You mark my words.
People will come from far and wide to see it. The only mallorn west of the
Mountains and east of the Sea. Sam!

Sam: Sir?

Frodo: Sam, I've been thinking. Why don't you move into Bag End with me,
hm? Now - I mean, now it's all straightened out. It's... it's far too big a
place for a Hobbit on his own. And a lonely place too, now Merry and Pippin
have moved back to Buckland.

[Sam stutters]

Sam: Well, it's very kind of you, Mr. Frodo! But I... I don't know as I
ought to.

Frodo: Oh, eh - there's no need to come, yet, if you don't want to, but -
but well, you... you can't go on lodging with the Cottons for ever. And -
and if you came here, you wouldn't need to worry about the Gaffer, because
he'd be close at hand.

Sam: Well, it's - it's not that, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo: Well, what is it, Sam?

Sam: It's Rosie, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo: Ah.

Sam: It seems she didn't like my going abroad at all. But as I hadn't
spoken, she couldn't say so. And I didn't speak, because I had a job to do,
first. But now I have spoken, and she says, well, you've wasted a year, so
why wait longer? Wasted? I said. I wouldn't call it that! Still, I can see
what she means. And, oh - Mr. Frodo! I feel torn in two.

Frodo: But my dear Sam, how easy!

Sam: Huh?

Frodo: Get married as soon as you can and move in and bring Rosie with you.

Sam: Oh!

Frodo: There's room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish
for!

Sam: Oh! Well, thank you very much, Mr. Frodo. I - I... that is, we... I'd,
I'd like it very much!

Frodo: Good. That's settled, then!

Sam: Yeah.

- - - - -

Narrator: And so, it was settled. Sam Gamgee married Rose the following
Spring and they came to live in Bag End. And if Sam though himself lucky,
Frodo knew that he was more lucky, for there was not a Hobbit in the Shire
that was looked after with such care as Frodo Baggins. But despite all
Rosie's care, Sam grew concerned at the way in which Frodo seemed still to
be bothered by a shadow of old troubles.

[Frodo moans in pain]

Frodo: The wound aches! And the memory of darkness is heavy upon me.

[Voices return in Frodo's memory:

Gandalf: Alas! There are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured.

Arwen: If your hurt grieve you still, and the memory of your burden is
heavy, then you may pass into the West, until all your wounds and weariness
are healed. ]

Frodo: Where shall I find rest? Where shall I find rest? Where? Where shall
I find rest?

- - - - -

Narrator: The following March, Frodo was ill again. But with a great
effort, he concealed it from Sam, who had other things on his mind.

[A baby cries. Frodo laughs]

Frodo: Congratulations, Sam!

Sam: Thank you, Mr. Frodo. Though this puts us in a bit of a fix, I'm
afraid.

Frodo: Oh, why is that?

Sam: Well, Rose and me had settled to call him Frodo.

Frodo: Oh...

Sam: But it's not a him, it's a her!

[They laugh]

Sam: So, we don't know what to do.

Frodo: Well, what's wrong with the old customs? Choose a flower name like
Rose.

Sam: Oh, it'd have to be a beautiful flower, because, you see, I think
she's very beautiful, and is going to be beautifuller still.

[Frodo laughs]

Frodo: Well, Sam, what about elanor, the sun-star, hm? You remember the
little golden flower in the grass of Lothlórien?

Sam: Yes! Oh, you're right again, Mr. Frodo! That's what I wanted.

- - - - -

Narrator: Little Elanor was nearly six months old, and it was Autumn, when
Frodo called Sam and Rose into his study one day.

Frodo: Sam?

Sam: Yes, Mr. Frodo?

Frodo: Ah, well - rather, I should say, Rose?

Rose: Yes, Mr. Frodo?

Frodo: Ro - Rose, I wondered if you could possibly spare Sam so that we
might go off together?

Rose: Well, Mr. Frodo...

Frodo: Oh, of course, it... it won't be a long journey! I know Sam can't be
away for a long time now.

Sam: Well, not very easily, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo: No, no, of course not. But, never-mind. You can see me on my way.
And I won't keep Sam away for more than, oh, a fort-night, Rose.

Rose: That's all right, Mr. Frodo! Sam's looked after you all this time. Of
course he'll go with you!

Sam: Oh, thank you, Rose. Well, I wish I could go all the way to Rivendell
with you, Mr. Frodo, but the only place I really want to be in is here. Oh,
I'm that torn in two!

Frodo: Oh, poor Sam! It will feel like that, I'm afraid. But you will be
healed. You were meant to be solid and whole.

[Elanor cries in the next room]

Frodo: And you will be.

Rose: Oh, that's Elanor, wanting her supper.

[Frodo and Sam laugh to themselves]

Rose: If you'll excuse me, Mr. Frodo?

Frodo: Of course, Rose. Oh, a - and thank you!

[Frodo is holding keys]

Frodo: Now, Sam. These are the keys to Bag End, and these are all my papers
and writings.

[The stack is set down]

Sam: W - what's that big red book, Mr. Frodo?

Frodo: Well here! See for yourself.

[Frodo clears his throat while Sam turns pages]

Sam: The Downfall of the Lord of the Rings, and the Return of the King (as
seen by the Little People; being the memoirs of Bilbo and Frodo of the...

Frodo and Sam: ...Shire...

Sam: ...supplemented by the accounts of their friends and the...

Frodo and Sam: ...learning of the Wise.)

[Sam thumbs through the book]

Sam: Why, you've nearly finished it, Mr. Frodo! Well, you - you've kept at
it, I must say.

Frodo: I've not quite finished, Sam. Chapter eighty is still to be
completed, and there will still be some blank leaves left. The last pages
are for you.

Sam: Oh...

- - - - -

Narrator: On September the twenty-first they set out together. It was a
fair golden morning, and Sam did not ask where he was going: he thought he
could guess.

[Birds sing]

Sam: Oh, bless me! Well if - if that isn't the very tree we hid behind when
the Black Rider first showed up, Mr. Frodo!

Frodo: Yes.

Sam: Well, I shan't forget this road, nary.

[Frodo laughs]

Frodo: Bilbo often used to say there was only one road.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

[Sam gasps]

Sam: Oh, Mr. Frodo! It's the Lady Galadriel!

[Voices drift from the distance]

Elrond and Galadriel:

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this fair land beneath the trees
The starlight on the Western Seas.

[A memory of Elrond's voice returns to Frodo:

Elrond: When the leaves are gold before the fall, look for Bilbo in the
woods of the Shire. I shall be with him. ]

Sam: Oh my, Mr. Frodo.

Narrator: There rode Elrond and Galadriel. Elrond wore a mantle of grey and
had a star upon his forehead, and a silver harp was in his hand, and upon
his finger was a ring of gold with a great blue stone, Vilya, the mightiest
of the Three Elven Rings. Galadriel sat on a white palfrey and was robed
all in shimmering white, like clouds about the Moon. And on her finger was
Nenya, the ring wrought of mithril, that bore a single white stone
flickering like a frosty star. Riding slowly behind, on a small grey pony,
and seeming to nod in his sleep, was Bilbo.

[Bilbo's pony approaches]

Elrond: Well-met, Ring-bearer, Frodo, son of Drogo. Greetings, Samwise
Gamgee.

Galadriel: Well, Master Samwise. I hear and see that you have used my gift
well. The Shire shall now be more than ever blessed and beloved.

Frodo: We greet you, fair people. And our own dear Bilbo!

Bilbo: Hullo, Frodo! Well, I passed the Old Took's age today! So that's
settled.

Frodo: Yes.

Bilbo: Now I think I am quite ready to go on another journey. Are you
coming?

Frodo: Yes, I am coming, Bilbo. The Ring-bearers should go together.

Sam: W - where are you going, master?

Frodo: Beyond the Sundering Seas, Sam.

Sam: Wh... and I can't come?

Frodo: No, Sam. Not yet anyway, not further than the Grey Havens. Though
you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Your time may come.
Don't be too sad, Sam. You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to
be one and whole, for many years. Oh, you have so much to enjoy and... and
to be, and to do. Come now, ride with me!

- - - - -

Narrator: As they rode, it seemed to Frodo that 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. His last song.

Bilbo:

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

[A sea-gull calls. The wind blows and the ocean bellows]

Gandalf: You are come to the Grey Havens. All is now ready. Your ship
awaits. The Third Age of Middle-earth is over, and the days of the Rings
are passed.

Frodo: You too wear a ring, Gandalf!

Gandalf: It is the Third Ring, Frodo. Narya the Red-stone, Narya the Great,
the Ring of Fire. I too am a Ring-bearer, though I wear it openly only now.

[Ponies gallop towards them, sliding to a stop]

Merry: Wait for us!

Sam: Oh, Mr. Merry! Mr. Pippin!

Frodo: What are you fellows doing here?

Pippin: You tried to give us the slip once before and failed, Frodo
Baggins.

Merry: And this time you have nearly succeeded, but you have failed again.
It was not Sam, though, that gave you away this time, but Gandalf himself!

Gandalf: Yes, for it will be better for Sam to ride back three together
than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the
Sundering Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth.

Bilbo: Bye, Sam lad! Take care of Bag End for us, won't you?

Sam: I will, Mr. Bilbo.

Bilbo: Good-bye, Merry and Pippin.

Pippin: Good-bye.

Merry: Good-bye.

Bilbo: You young lads really must stop growing, you know.

[They laugh]

Elrond: Farewell, good Masters Meriadoc and Peregrin. And you, Samwise,
faithful friend of the Ring-bearer, farewell to you.

Galadriel: Namárië.

Frodo: Good-bye, Merry.

Merry: Take care, cousin.

Frodo: Yes. Pippin.

Pippin: Good-bye, Frodo.

Frodo: Sam.

Sam: Oh, oh, Mr. Frodo, I - I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire for
years and years after all you've done.

Frodo: So I thought too, once. But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I
tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved. But not for me. It must
often be so, Sam, when things are in danger. Someone has to give them up,
lose them, so that others may keep them. But you - you are my heir! All
that I had and might have had I leave to you, Sam. You will be the most
famous gardener in all history! And - and you will read things out of the
Red Book and keep alive the memory of the Age that is gone, so that people
will remember the Great Danger, and so love their beloved land all the
more. And that will keep you as busy and as happy as anyone can be... as
long as your part of the story goes on.

[Frodo and Sam begin to cry]

Frodo: Oh, Sam...

Sam: Mr. Frodo, Mr. Frodo! My dear, my dear...

Gandalf: Now, go in peace! I will not say: do not weep, for not all tears
are an evil.

Narrator: Then the Ring-bearers went aboard the ship; the sails were drawn
up, and the wind blew, and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey
firth; and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered
and was lost. And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into
the West.

[A voice sings over the water:

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the havens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast! ]

- - - - -

[Elanor cries. The door of Bag End opens and closes again as Sam enters.
Frodo's voice returns:

Frodo: Don't be too sad, Sam. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to
do. ]

Rose: Sam, my dear!

Sam: Well, I'm back.






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