Peony felt much better the next day, and began to walk again. Frodo was not so easily cured, and though he didn't complain, everyone could tell he was slowly worsening. The rain was dreary, but the exercise of walking kept them fairly warm while they were moving. Poor Frodo, of course, just got wet and cold on Bill's back, in spite of an extra cloak. Sam kept a set of dry clothes wrapped in oilcloth, warmed them at the fire, and insisted that his master change into them when they stopped for the night. They were still deep in the Wild, south of the Road, and Rivendell 170 miles away.
"They dreaded the dark hours, and kept watch in pairs by night, expecting at any time to see black shapes stalking in the grey night, dimly lit by the cloud-veiled moon; but they saw nothing, and heard no sound but the sigh of withered leaves and grass."
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"And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water."
-The Return of the King
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