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'Throw it in the air on a breezy day and let it do its work！' said Pippin。
'On what？' said Sam。
'Choose one spot as a nursery； and see what happens to the plants there；' said Merry。
'But I'm sure the Lady would not like me to keep it all for my own garden； now so many folk
have suffered；' said Sam。
'Use all the wits and knowledge you have of your own； Sam；' said Frodo； 'and then use the gift to
help your work and better it。 And use it sparingly。 There is not much here； and I expect every grain
has a value。'
So Sam planted saplings in all the places where specially beautiful or beloved trees had been
destroyed； and he put a grain of the precious dust in the soil at the root of each。 He went up and
down the Shire in this labour； but if he paid special attention to Hobbiton and Bywater no one
blamed him。 And at the end he found that he still had a little of the dust left； so he went to the
Three…Farthing Stone； which is as near the centre of the Shire as no matter； and cast it in the air
with his blessing。 The little silver nut he planted in the Party Field where the tree had once been；
and he wondered what would e of it。 All through the winter he remained as patient as he could；
and tried to restrain himself from going round constantly to see if anything was happening。
Spring surpassed his wildest hopes。 His trees began to sprout and grow； as if time was in a hurry
and wished to make one year do for twenty。 In the Party Field a beautiful young sapling leaped up：
it had silver bark and long leaves and burst into golden flowers in April。 It was indeed a _mallorn_；
and it was the wonder of the neighbourhood。 In after years； as it grew in grace and beauty； it was
known far and wide and people would e long journeys to see it： the only _mallorn_ west of the
Mountains and east of the Sea； and one of the finest in the world。
Altogether 1420 in the Shire was a marvellous year。 Not only was there wonderful sunshine and
delicious rain； in due times and perfect measure； but there seemed something more： an air of
richness and growth； and a gleam of a beauty beyond that of mortal summers that flicker and pass
upon this Middle…earth。 All the children born or begotten in that year； and there were many； were
fair to see and strong； and most of them had a rich golden hair that had before been rare among
hobbits。 The fruit was so plentiful that young hobbits very nearly bathed in strawberries and cream；
and later they sat on the lawns under the plum…trees and ate； until they had made piles of stones like
small pyramids or the heaped skulls of a conqueror； and then they moved on。 And no one was ill；
and everyone was pleased。 except those who had to mow the grass。
In the Southfarthing the vines were laden； and the yield of 'leaf' was astonishing； and
everywhere there was so much corn that at Harvest every barn was stuffed。 'The Northfarthing
barley was so fine that the beer of 1420 malt was long remembered and became a byword。 Indeed a
generation later one might hear an old gaffer in an inn； after a good pint of well…earned ale； put
down his mug with a sigh： 'Ah！ that was proper fourteen…twenty； that was！'
Sam stayed at first at the Cottons' with Frodo； but when the New Row was ready he went with
the Gaffer。 In addition to all his other labours he was busy directing the cleaning up and restoring
of Bag End； but he was often away in the Shire on his forestry work。 So he was not at home in
early March and did not know that Frodo had been ill。 On the thirteenth of that month Farmer
Cotton found Frodo lying on his bed； he was clutching a white gem that hung on a chain about his
neck and he seemed half in a dream。
'It is gone for ever；' he said； 'and now all is dark and empty。'
But the fit passed； and when Sam got back on the twenty…fifth； Frodo had recovered； and he said
nothing about himself。 In the meanwhile Bag End had been set in order； and Merry and Pippin
came over from Crickhollow bringing back all the old furniture and gear； so that the old hole soon
looked very much as it always had done。
When all was at last ready Frodo said： 'When are you going to move in and join me； Sam？'
Sam looked a bit awkward。
'There is no need to e yet； if you don't want to；' said Frodo。 'But you know the Gaffer is
close at hand； and he will be very well looked after by Widow Rumble。'
It s not that； Mr。 Frodo； said Sam； and he went very red。
'Well； what is it？'
'It's Rosie； Rose Cotton；' said Sam。 'It seems she didn't like my going abroad at all； poor lass； but
as I hadn't spoken； she couldn't say so。 And I didn't speak； because I had a job to do first。 But now I
have spoken； and she says： 〃Well； you've wasted a year； so why wait longer？〃 〃Wasted？〃 I says。 〃I
wouldn't call it that。〃 Still I see what she means。 I feel torn in two； as you might say。'
'I see；' said Frodo： 'you want to get married； and yet you want to live with me in Bag End too？
But my dear Sam； how easy！ Get married as soon as you can； and then move in with Rosie。 There's
room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish for。'
And so it was settled。 Sam Gamgee married Rose Cotton in the Spring of 1420 （which was also
famous for its weddings）； and they came and lived at Bag End。 And if Sam thought himself lucky；
Frodo knew that he was more lucky himself； for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked
after with such care。 When the labours of repair had all been planned and set going he took to a
quiet life； writing a great deal and going through all his notes。 He resigned the office of Deputy
Mayor at the Free Fair that mid…summer； and dear old Will Whitfoot had another seven years of
presiding at Banquets。
Merry and Pippin lived together for some time at Crickhollow； and there was much ing and
going between Buckland and Bag End。 The two young Travellers cut a great dash in the Shire with
their songs and their tales and their finery； and their wonderful parties。 'Lordly' folk called them；
meaning nothing but good； for it warmed all hearts to see them go riding by with their mail…shirts
so bright and their shields so splendid； laughing and singing songs of far away； and if they were
now large and magnificent； they were unchanged otherwise； unless they were indeed more
fairspoken and more jovial and full of merriment than ever before。
Frodo and Sam； however； went back to ordinary attire； except that when there was need they
both wore long grey cloaks； finely woven and clasped at the throat with beautiful brooches； and Mr。
Frodo wore always a white jewel on a chain that he often would finger。
All things now went well； with hope always of being still better； and Sam was as busy and
as full of delight as even a hobbit could wish。 Nothing for him marred that whole year； except for
some vague anxiety about his master。 Frodo dropped quietly out of all the doings of the Shire； and
Sam was pained to notice how little honour he had in his own country。 Few people knew or wanted
to know about his deeds and adventures； their admiration and respect were