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"
I
thought
you
liked
walking
in
the
dark
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
But
there
is
no
great
hurry
.
Merry
expects
us
some
time
the
day
after
tomorrow
;
but
that
leaves
us
nearly
two
days
more
.
We
'll
halt
at
the
first
likely
spot
.
"
"
The
wind
's
in
the
West
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
If
we
get
to
the
other
side
of
this
hil
,
we
shal
find
a
spot
that
is
sheltered
and
snug
enough
,
sir
.
There
is
a
dry
fir-wood
just
ahead
,
if
I
remember
rightly
.
"
Sam
knew
the
land
well
within
twenty
miles
of
Hobbiton
,
but
that
was
the
limit
of
his
geography
.
Just
over
the
top
of
the
hill
they
came
on
the
patch
of
fir-wood
.
Leaving
the
road
they
went
into
the
deep
resin-scented
darkness
of
the
trees
,
and
gathered
dead
sticks
and
cones
to
make
a
fire
.
Soon
they
had
a
merry
crackle
of
flame
at
the
foot
of
a
large
fir-tree
and
they
sat
round
it
for
a
while
,
until
they
began
to
nod
.
Then
,
each
in
an
angle
of
the
great
tree
's
roots
,
they
curled
up
in
their
cloaks
and
blankets
,
and
were
soon
fast
asleep
.
They
set
no
watch
;
even
Frodo
feared
no
danger
yet
,
for
they
were
still
in
the
heart
of
the
Shire
.
A
few
creatures
came
and
looked
at
them
when
the
fire
had
died
away
.
A
fox
passing
through
the
wood
on
business
of
his
own
stopped
several
minutes
and
sniffed
.
"
Hobbits
!
"
he
thought
.
"
Wel
,
what
next
?
I
have
heard
of
strange
doings
in
this
land
,
but
I
have
seldom
heard
of
a
hobbit
sleeping
out
of
doors
under
a
tree
.
Three
of
them
!
There
's
something
mighty
queer
behind
this
.
"
He
was
quite
right
,
but
he
never
found
out
any
more
about
it
.
The
morning
came
,
pale
and
clammy
.
Frodo
woke
up
first
,
and
found
that
a
tree-root
had
made
a
hole
in
his
back
,
and
that
his
neck
was
stiff
.
"
Walking
for
pleasure
!
Why
did
n't
I
drive
?
"
he
thought
,
as
he
usualy
did
at
the
beginning
of
an
expedition
.
"
And
all
my
beautiful
feather
beds
are
sold
to
the
Sackvile-Bagginses
!
These
tree-roots
would
do
them
good
.
"
He
stretched
.
"
Wake
up
,
hobbits
!
"
he
cried
.
It
's
a
beautiful
morning
.
"
"
What
's
beautiful
about
it
?
"
said
Pippin
,
peering
over
the
edge
of
his
blanket
with
one
eye
.
"
Sam
!
Gell
breakfast
ready
for
half-past
nine
!
Have
you
got
the
bath-water
hot
?
"
Sam
jumped
up
,
looking
rather
bleary
.
"
No
,
sir
,
I
have
n't
,
sir
!
"
he
said
.
Frodo
stripped
the
blankets
from
Pippin
and
roled
him
over
,
and
then
walked
off
to
the
edge
of
the
wood
.
Away
eastward
the
sun
was
rising
red
out
of
the
mists
that
lay
thick
on
the
world
.
Touched
with
gold
and
red
the
autumn
trees
seemed
to
be
sailing
rootless
in
a
shadowy
sea
.
A
little
below
him
to
the
left
the
road
ran
down
steeply
into
a
holow
and
disappeared
.
When
he
returned
Sam
and
Pippin
had
got
a
good
fire
going
.
"
Water
!
"
shouted
Pippin
.
