The cold and damp is taking its toll on the spirits of the Company. We travel in silence through the nights, and speak in low voices when camped. We have not had song nor jest in many days. We are slowly drawing near to the country of Hollin. Although the land is now empty and abandoned by all folk, 'twill be pleasant to travel for a while in lands where Elves once dwelt.
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- But still I sit and think of you;
I see you far away
Walking down the homely roads
on a bright and windy day.
It was merry then when I could run
to answer to your call,
could hear your voice or take your hand;
but now the night must fall.
And now beyond the world I sit,
and know not where you lie!
O master dear, will you not hear
my voice before we die?
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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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