James Tauber (47:28)
Later that day, the Hobbits held a meeting of their own in Bilbo's room. Merry and Pippin were indignant when they heard that Sam had crept into the council and had been chosen as Frodo's companion. It's most unfair, said Pippin. Instead of throwing him out and clapping him in chains, Elrond goes and rewards him for his cheek. Rewards? Said Frodo. I can't imagine a more severe punishment. You're not thinking what you're saying. Condemned to go on this hopeless journey. A reward. Yesterday I dreamed that my task was done and I could rest here a long while, perhaps for good. I don't wonder, said Merry, and wish you could, but we envying Sam, not you. If you have to go, then it will be a punishment for any of us to be left behind, even in Rivendell. We've come a long way with you and have been through some stiff times. We want to go on. That's what I meant, said Pippin. We Hobbits ought to stick together, and we will. I shall go unless they chain me up. There must be someone with intelligence in the party. Then you certainly will not be chosen Peregrine Took, said Gandalf, looking in through the window, which was near the ground, but you are all worrying yourselves unnecessarily. Nothing is decided yet. Nothing decided, Cried Pippin. Then what were you all doing? You were shut up for hours talking, said Bilbo. There was a deal of talk, and everyone had an eye opener, even old Gandalf. I think Legolas bit of news about Gollum even caught him on the hop, though he passed it off. You were wrong, said Gandalf. You were inattentive. I had already heard of it from Gwaihir, if you want to know. The only real eye openers, as you put it, were you and Frodo. And I was the only one that was not surprised. Well, anyway, said Bilbo, nothing was decided beyond choosing poor Frodo and Sam. I was afraid all the time that it might come to that if I was let off. But if you ask me, Elrond will send out a fair number when the reports come in. Have they started yet, Gandalf? Yes, said the wizard. Some of the scouts have been sent out already. More will go tomorrow. Elrond is sending Elves, and they will get in touch with the Rangers, and maybe with Thranduil's folk in Mirkwood. And Aragorn has gone with Elrond's sons. We shall have to scour the lands all round for many long leagues before any move is made. So cheer up, Frodo. You will probably make quite a long stay here. Ah, said Sam gloomily. We'll just wait long enough for winter to come. That can't be helped, said Bilbo. It's your fault partly, Frodo my lad. Insisting on waiting for my birthday. A funny way of honouring it, I can't help thinking. Not the day I should have chosen for letting the SBs into bag end. But there it is. You can't wait now till spring, and you can't go till the reports come back when winter first begins to bite and stones crack in the frosty night when pools are black and trees are bare. Tis evil in the wild to fare. But that, I'm afraid, will be just your luck. I'm afraid it will, said Gandalf. We can't start until we found out about the Riders. I thought they were all destroyed in the flood, said Merry. You cannot destroy Ringwraiths like that, said Gandalf. The power of their master is in them, and they stand or fall by him. We hope that they were all unhorsed and unmasked and so made for a While less dangerous. But we must find out for certain. In the meantime, you should try and forget your troubles, Frodo. I do not know if I can do anything to help you but I will whisper this in your ears. Someone said that intelligence would be needed in the party. He was right. I think I shall come with you. So great was Frodo's delight at this announcement that Gandalf left the window sill where he'd been sitting and took off his hat and bowed. I only said, I think I shall come. Do not count on anything yet in this matter. Elrond will have much to say. And your friend the Strider. Which reminds me, I want to see Elrond. I must be off. How long do you think I shall have here? Said Frodo to Bilbo when Gandalf had gone. Oh, I don't know. I can't count days in Rivendell, said Bilbo. But quite long, I should think. We can have many a good talk. What about helping me with my book and making a start on the next? Have you thought of an ending? Yes, several. And all are dark and unpleasant, said Frodo. Oh, that won't do, said Bilbo. Books ought to have good endings. How would this do? And they all settled down and lived together happily ever after. It will do well, if it ever comes to that, said Frodo. Ah, said Sam. And where will they live? That's what I often wonder. For a while the Hobbits continued to talk and think of the past journey and of the perils that lay ahead. But such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them and they were content with each good day as it came taking pleasure in every meal and in every word and song. So the days slipped away as each morning dawned bright and fair and each evening followed cool and clear. But autumn was waning fast. Slowly the golden light faded to pale silver and the lingering leaves fell from the naked trees. A wind began to blow chill from the Misty Mountains to the east. The Hunter's moon waxed round in the night sky and put to flight all the lesser stars. But low in the south, one star shone red. Every night, as the moon waned again it shone brighter and brighter. Frodo could see it from his window deep in the heavens burning like a watchful eye that glared above the trees on the brink of the valley. The Hobbits had been nearly two months in the house of Elrond and November had gone by with the last shreds of autumn and December was passing when the scouts began to return. Some had gone north beyond the springs of the Horwell into the Ettenmoors and others had gone west and with the help of Aragorn and the Rangers had searched the lands far down the Grey Flood as far as Tharbud where the Old North Road crossed the river by a ruined town. Many had gone east and south, and some of these had crossed the mountains and entered Mirkwood while others had climbed the pass at the sources of the Gladden river and had come down into Wilderland and over the Gladden fields and so at length had reached the old home of Radagast at Hrosskobel. Radagast was not there, and they had returned over the high pass that was called the Red Horn Gate. The sons of Elrond, El Ladan and El Rahir were the last to return. They had made a great journey passing down the Silver Lode into a strange country. But of their errand they would not speak to any saved Elrond. In no region had the messengers discovered any signs or tidings of the Riders or other servants of the enemy. Even from the Eagles of the Misty Mountains they had learned no fresh news. Nothing had been seen or heard of Gollum. But the wild wolves were still gathering and were hunting again far up the great river. Three of the Black Horses had been found at once drowned in the flooded ford. On the rocks of the rapids below. Searchers discovered the bodies of five more and also a long black cloak, slashed and tattered, of the Black Riders. No other trace was to be seen and nowhere was their presence to be felt. It seemed that they had vanished from the North. Eight out of the nine are accounted for, at least, said Gandalf. It's rash to be too sure. Yet I think that we may hope now that the Ringwraiths were scattered and have been obliged to return as best they could to their master in Mordor, empty and shapeless. If that is so, it will be some time before they can begin the hunt again. Of course, the enemy has other servants. But they will have to journey all the way to the borders of Rivendell before they can pick up our trail. And if we are careful, that will be hard to find. But we must delay no longer. Elrond summoned the Hobbits to him. He looked gravely at Frodo. The time has come, he said. If the ring is to set out. It must go soon. But those who go with it must not count on their errand. Being aided by war or force, they must pass into the domain of the enemy, far from aid. Do you still hold to your word, Frodo, that you will be the ring bearer? I do, said Frodo. I will go with Sam. Then I cannot help you much, not even with counsel, said Elrond. I can foresee very little of your road. And how your task is to be achieved, I do not know. The shadow has crept now to the feet of the mountains and draws nigh even to the borders of the Grey Flood. And under the shadow all is dark to me you will meet many foes, some open and some disguised. And you may find friends upon your way when you least look for it. I will send out messages such as I can contrive to those whom I know in the wide world. But so perilous of a lands now become that some may well miscarry or come no quicker than you yourself. And I will choose you companions to go with you as far as they will or fortune allows the number must be few since your hope is in speed and secrecy. Had I a host of elves in armour of the elder days, it would avail little, save to arouse the power of Mordor. The company of the ring shall be nine, and the nine walkers shall be set against the nine riders that are evil with you and your faithful servant. Gandalf will go, for this shall be his great task and may be the end of his labors. For the rest, they shall represent the other free peoples of the world Elves, Dwarves and Men. Legolas shall be for the Elves, and Gimli, son of Gloin, for the Dwarves. They are willing to go at least to the passes of the mountains and maybe beyond. For Men you shall have Aragorn, son of Arathorn, for the ring of Isildur concerns him closely. Strider. Cried Frodo. Yes, he said with a smile. I ask leave once again to be your companion, Frodo. I would have begged you to come, said Frodo, only I thought you were going to Minas Tirith with Borrome. I am, said Aragorn. And the sword that was broken shall be reforged ere I set out to war. But your road and our road lie together for many hundreds of miles. Therefore, Boromir will also be in the company. He's a valiant man. There remain two more to be found, said Elrond. These I will consider of my household. I may find some that it seems good to me to send. But that will leave your place for us. Cried Pippin in dismay. We don't want to be left behind. We want to go with Frodo. That is because you do not understand and cannot imagine what lies ahead, said Elrond. Neither does Frodo, said Gandalf, unexpectedly supporting Pippin. Nor do any of us see clearly. It is true that if these Hobbits understood the danger they would not dare to go. But they would still wish to go, or wish that they dared and be shamed and unhappy. I think, Elrond, that in this matter it would be well to trust rather to their friendship than to great wisdom. Even if you chose for us an Elf Lord such as Glorfindel he could not storm the Dark Tower nor open the road to the fire by the power that is in him. You speak gravely, said Elrond. But I am in doubt. The Shire I forebode is not free now from peril. And these two I had thought to send back there as messengers to do what they could according to the fashion of their country to warn the people of their danger. In any case, I judge that the younger of these two Peregrine Took, should remain. My heart is against his going. Then, Master Elrond you will have to lock me in prison or send me home tied in a sack, said Pippin. For otherwise I shall follow the Company. Let it be so. Then you shall go, said Elrond. And he sighed. Now the Tale of Nine is filled. In seven days the Company must depart.