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"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
said
Frodo
.
It
came
to
me
then
,
as
if
I
was
making
it
up
;
but
I
may
have
heard
it
long
ago
.
Certainly
it
reminds
me
very
much
of
Bilbo
in
the
last
years
,
before
he
went
away
.
He
used
often
to
say
there
was
only
one
Road
;
that
it
was
like
a
great
river
:
its
springs
were
at
every
doorstep
,
and
every
path
was
its
tributary
.
"
It
's
a
dangerous
business
,
Frodo
,
going
out
of
your
door
,
"
he
used
to
say
.
"
You
step
into
the
Road
,
and
if
you
do
n't
keep
your
feet
,
there
is
no
knowing
where
you
might
be
swept
off
to
.
Do
you
realize
that
this
is
the
very
path
that
goes
through
Mirkwood
,
and
that
if
you
let
it
,
it
might
take
you
to
the
Lonely
Mountain
or
even
further
and
to
worse
places
?
"
He
used
to
say
that
on
the
path
outside
the
front
door
at
Bag
End
,
especialy
after
he
had
been
out
for
a
long
walk
.
"
"
Wel
,
the
Road
wo
n't
sweep
me
anywhere
for
an
hour
at
least
,
"
said
Pippin
,
unslinging
his
pack
.
The
others
folowed
his
example
,
putting
their
packs
against
the
bank
and
their
legs
out
into
the
road
.
After
a
rest
they
had
a
good
lunch
,
and
then
more
rest
.
The
sun
was
beginning
to
get
low
and
the
light
of
afternoon
was
on
the
land
as
they
went
down
the
hil
.
So
far
they
had
not
met
a
soul
on
the
road
.
This
way
was
not
much
used
,
being
hardly
fit
for
carts
,
and
there
was
little
traffic
to
the
Woody
End
.
They
had
been
jogging
along
again
for
an
hour
or
more
when
Sam
stopped
a
moment
as
if
listening
.
They
were
now
on
level
ground
,
and
the
road
after
much
winding
lay
straight
ahead
through
grass-land
sprinkled
with
tall
trees
,
outliers
of
the
approaching
woods
.
"
I
can
hear
a
pony
or
a
horse
coming
along
the
road
behind
,
"
said
Sam
.
They
looked
back
,
but
the
turn
of
the
road
prevented
them
from
seeing
far
.
"
I
wonder
if
that
is
Gandalf
coming
after
us
,
"
said
Frodo
;
but
even
as
he
said
it
,
he
had
a
feeling
that
it
was
not
so
,
and
a
sudden
desire
to
hide
from
the
view
of
the
rider
came
over
him
.
"
It
may
not
matter
much
,
"
he
said
apologeticaly
,
'
but
I
would
rather
not
be
seen
on
the
road
-
by
anyone
.
I
am
sick
of
my
doings
being
noticed
and
discussed
.
And
if
it
is
Gandalf
,
"
he
added
as
an
afterthought
,
'
we
can
give
him
a
little
surprise
,
to
pay
him
out
for
being
so
late
.
Let
's
get
out
of
sight
!
"
The
other
two
ran
quickly
to
the
left
and
down
into
a
little
holow
not
far
from
the
road
.
There
they
lay
flat
.
Frodo
hesitated
for
a
second
:
curiosity
or
some
other
feeling
was
struggling
with
his
desire
to
hide
.
The
sound
of
hoofs
drew
nearer
.
Just
in
time
he
threw
himself
down
in
a
patch
of
long
grass
behind
a
tree
that
overshadowed
the
road
.
Then
he
lifted
his
head
and
peered
cautiously
above
one
of
the
great
roots
.
Round
the
corner
came
a
black
horse
,
no
hobbit-pony
but
a
ful-sized
horse
;
and
on
it
sat
a
large
man
,
who
seemed
to
crouch
in
the
saddle
,
wrapped
in
a
great
black
cloak
and
hood
,
so
that
only
his
boots
in
the
high
stirrups
showed
below
;
his
face
was
shadowed
and
invisible
.
