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Even after Scouring the Shire, Bag End just wasn't the same for Frodo.
Or...
Frodo sits thinking about puppies and rainbows, but meanwhile he is about to be eaten by a giant cave.
Or...
Frodo pauses to contemplate outside the door to Moria, wherein he had *finally* lost that darned Fellowship.
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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