Hey look, Goldberry!! There's Bree-hill off in the distance. We'll be there tonight. It's a good thing I called Mr. Butterbur yesterday for reservations. He also promised to have supper ready in our rooms when we get there. I don't think I'll go into the Common Room with this ring in my pocket.
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"I am sorry to take leave of Master Bombadil," said Sam. "...But I won't deny I'll be glad to see this 'Prancing Pony' he spoke of. I hope it'll be like 'The Green Dragon' away back home!" ..."It may be all we could wish," said Frodo; "but it is outside the Shire all the same. Don't make yourselves too much at home! Please remember--all of you--that the name of Baggins must NOT be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given."
They now mounted their ponies and rode off silently into the evening. Darkness came down quickly, as they plodded slowly downhill and up again, until at last they saw lights twinkling some distance ahead.
Before them rose Bree-hill barring the way, a dark mass against misty stars; and under its western flank nestled a large village. Towards it they now hurried desiring only to find a fire, and a door between them and the night.
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"It's impossible to have Frodo without Sam, or Sam without Frodo. They're like two halves of one heart..."
"If your hurts grieve you still and the memory of your burden is heavy, then you may pass into the West..."
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