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1330 the <strong>return</strong> of the king<br />

Frodo had been in the battle, but he had not drawn sword,<br />

and his chief part had been to prevent the hobbits in their<br />

wrath at their losses, from slaying those of their enemies who<br />

threw down their weapons. When the fighting was over, and<br />

the later labours were ordered, Merry, Pippin, and Sam<br />

joined him, and they rode back with the Cottons. They ate a<br />

late midday meal, and then Frodo said with a sigh: ‘Well, I<br />

suppose it is time now that we dealt with the ‘‘Chief ’’.’<br />

‘Yes indeed; the sooner the better,’ said Merry. ‘And don’t<br />

be too gentle! He’s responsible for bringing in these ruffians,<br />

and for all the evil they have done.’<br />

Farmer Cotton collected an escort of some two dozen<br />

sturdy hobbits. ‘For it’s only a guess that there is no ruffians<br />

left at Bag End,’ he said. ‘We don’t know.’ Then they set out<br />

on foot. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin led the way.<br />

It was one of the saddest hours in their lives. The great<br />

chimney rose up before them; and as they drew near the old<br />

village across the Water, through rows of new mean houses<br />

along each side of the road, they saw the new mill in all its<br />

frowning and dirty ugliness: a great brick building straddling<br />

the stream, which it fouled with a steaming and stinking<br />

outflow. All along the Bywater Road every tree had been<br />

felled.<br />

As they crossed the bridge and looked up the Hill they<br />

gasped. Even Sam’s vision in the Mirror had not prepared<br />

him for what they saw. The Old Grange on the west side had<br />

been knocked down, and its place taken by rows of tarred<br />

sheds. All the chestnuts were gone. The banks and hedgerows<br />

were broken. Great waggons were standing in disorder in a<br />

field beaten bare of grass. Bagshot Row was a yawning sand<br />

and gravel quarry. Bag End up beyond could not be seen for<br />

a clutter of large huts.<br />

‘They’ve cut it down!’ cried Sam. ‘They’ve cut down the<br />

Party Tree!’ He pointed to where the tree had stood under<br />

which Bilbo had made his Farewell Speech. It was lying<br />

lopped and dead in the field. As if this was the last straw Sam<br />

burst into tears.

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