There was more than one power at work, Frodo The Ring was trying to get back to its master It had slipped from Isildurs hand and betrayed him then when a chance came it caught poor Deal, and he was murdered and after that Gollum, and it had devoured him It could make no further use of him: he was too small and mean and as long as it stayed with him he would never leave his deep pool again So now, when its master was awake once more and sending out his dark thought from Mirkwood, it abandoned Gollum Only to be picked up by the most unlikely person imaginable: Bilbo from the Shire
It was late when my friend returned, and I could see, by a glance at his haggard and anxious face, that the high hopes with which he had started had not been fulfilled. For an hour he droned away upon his violin, endeavouring to soothe his own ruffled spirits. At last he flung down the instrument, and plunged into a detailed account of his misadventures.
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And indeed the Mr. Gilfil of those late Shepperton days had more of the knots and ruggedness of poor human nature than there lay any clear hint of in the open-eyed loving Maynard. But it is with men as with trees: if you lop off their finest branches, into which they were pouring their young life-juice, the wounds will be healed over with some rough boss, some odd excrescence; and what might have been a grand tree expanding into liberal shade, is but a whimsical misshapen trunk. Many an irritating fault, many an unlovely oddity, has come of a hard sorrow, which has crushed and maimed the nature just when it was expanding into plenteous beauty; and the trivial erring life which we visit with our harsh blame, may be but as the unsteady motion of a man whose best limb is withered.
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She was called Helga, she answered, and she lived near by
There was more than one power at work, Frodo The Ring was trying to get back to its master It had slipped …….