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"
No
,
I
am
afraid
not
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
But
that
is
the
best
I
can
do
yet
.
"
"
Well
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
if
you
do
have
another
go
,
I
hope
you
'll
say
a
word
about
his
fireworks
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
Something
like
this
:
The
finest
rockets
ever
seen
:
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they
burst
in
stars
of
blue
and
green
,
or
after
thunder
golden
showers
came
falling
like
a
rain
of
flowers
.
Though
that
does
n't
do
them
justice
by
a
long
road
.
"
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"
No
,
I
'll
leave
that
to
you
,
Sam
.
Or
perhaps
to
Bilbo
.
But-well
.
I
ca
n't
talk
of
it
any
more
.
I
ca
n't
bear
to
think
of
bringing
the
news
to
him
.
"
One
evening
Frodo
and
Sam
were
walking
together
in
the
cool
twilight
.
Both
of
them
felt
restless
again
.
On
Frodo
suddenly
the
shadow
of
parting
had
fallen
:
he
knew
somehow
that
the
time
was
very
near
when
he
must
leave
Lothlorien
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
Elves
now
,
Sam
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
asked
you
the
same
question
once
before-it
seems
a
very
long
while
ago
;
but
you
have
seen
more
of
them
since
then
.
"