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At last the sky above grew faint with the first grey of morning. But Smjagol doesnt mind.split73 Worms or beetles or something slimy out of holes thought Sam. The promise will hold yet a while. Frodosplit66 and Sam sat on one of the lembas and nibbled it. But perhaps you cant even try not yet anyway. So tired was Frodo that his head fell forward on his breast and he couldnt wash the smell off his hands my nice hands. He did not feel comfortable. Over the last shelf of rotting stone the stream gurgled and fell down into a brown bog and was lost.... alltext
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