It was now as clear and far-seen as it had been veiled and misty when they stood upon the knoll in the Forest. They rode off along a path and looked out from the hill-top over lands under the morning.
The vision melted into waking 2 and there was Tom whistling and the sun was already slanting down the hill and through the open window.Īfter breakfast they made ready to say farewell, as nearly heavy of heart 3 as was possible on such a morning cool, bright, and clean under a washed autumn sky of thin blue. But either in his dreams or out of them, he could not tell which, Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind 1 a song that seemed to come like a pale light be-hind a grey rain-curtain.
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