The Trollshaws. Brrr! Bones here and there, and blackened charred places, and ... "Look, Mr. Frodo! It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls! "
Troll sat alone on a seat of stone,
and munched and mumbled a bare old bone...
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They spoke no more of the small news of the Shire far away; nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods.
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