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white bread and butter. Goldberry is waiting. Time enough for questions around the supper table. You follow after me as quick as you are able!’ With that he picked up his lilies, and then with a beckoning wave of his hand went hopping and dancing along the path eastward, still singing loudly and nonsensically.Too surprised willow!Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.Hey now! merry dot! We’ll be waiting for you!After that the hobbits heard no more. Almost at once the sun seemed to sink into the trees behind them. They thought of the slanting light of evening glittering on the Brandywine River, and the windows of Bucklebury beginning to gleam with hundreds of lights. Great shadows fell across them; trunks and branches of trees hung dark and threatening over the path. White mists began to rise and curl on the surface of the river and stray about the roots of the trees upon its borders. Out of the very ground at their and too relieved to talk, the hobbits followed after him as fast as they could. But that was not fast enough. Tom soon disappeared in front of them, and the noise of his singing got fainter and further away. Suddenly his voice came floating back to them in a loud halloo!Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!Tom’s going on ahead candles for to kindle.Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary