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Together
with
extracts
from
Books
of
Lore
translated
by
Bilbo
in
Rivendell
.
"
Why
,
you
have
nearly
finished
it
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
"
Sam
exclaimed
.
"
Well
,
you
have
kept
at
it
,
I
must
say
.
"
"
I
have
quite
finished
,
Sam
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
The
last
pages
are
for
you
.
"
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On
September
the
twenty-first
they
set
out
together
,
Frodo
on
the
pony
that
had
borne
him
all
the
way
from
Minas
Tirith
,
and
was
now
called
Strider
;
and
Sam
on
his
beloved
Bill
.
It
was
a
fair
golden
morning
,
and
Sam
did
not
ask
where
they
were
going
:
he
thought
he
could
guess
.
They
took
the
Stock
Road
over
the
hills
and
went
towards
the
Woody
End
,
and
they
let
their
ponies
walk
at
their
leisure
.
They
camped
in
the
Green
Hills
,
and
on
September
the
twenty-second
they
rode
gently
down
into
the
beginning
of
the
trees
as
afternoon
was
wearing
away
.
"
If
that
is
n't
the
very
tree
you
hid
behind
when
the
Black
Rider
first
showed
up
,
Mr.
Frodo
!
"
said
Sam
pointing
to
the
left
.
"
It
seems
like
a
dream
now
.
"
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It
was
evening
,
and
the
stars
were
glimmering
in
the
eastern
sky
as
they
passed
the
ruined
oak
and
turned
and
went
on
down
the
hill
between
the
hazel-thickets
.
Sam
was
silent
,
deep
in
his
memories
.
Presently
he
became
aware
that
Frodo
was
singing
softly
to
himself
,
singing
the
old
walking-song
,
but
the
words
were
not
quite
the
same
.
Still
round
the
corner
there
may
wait
A
new
road
or
a
secret
gate
;