The nights are getting colder and colder, but fortunately there has been no rain. Pippin and I have discussed his supply of pipeweed, and decided that we will have to ration what we give to Gandalf. Otherwise, we'll run out before we reach Caradhras. In the meantime, we journey slowly but steadily ever nearer to the Mountains.
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- I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.