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"
I
do
n't
know
,
and
I
would
rather
not
guess
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
All
right
,
cousin
Frodo
!
You
can
keep
your
secret
for
the
present
,
if
you
want
to
be
mysterious
.
In
the
meanwhile
what
are
we
to
do
?
I
should
like
a
bite
and
a
sup
,
but
somehow
I
think
we
had
better
move
on
from
here
.
Your
talk
of
sniffing
riders
with
invisible
noses
has
unsettled
me
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
think
we
will
move
on
now
,
"
said
Frodo
;
'
but
not
on
the
road
-
in
case
that
rider
comes
back
,
or
another
folows
him
.
We
ought
to
do
a
good
step
more
today
.
Buckland
is
still
miles
away
.
"
The
shadows
of
the
trees
were
long
and
thin
on
the
grass
,
as
they
started
off
again
.
They
now
kept
a
stone
's
throw
to
the
left
of
the
road
,
and
kept
out
of
sight
of
it
as
much
as
they
could
.
But
this
hindered
them
;
for
the
grass
was
thick
and
tussocky
,
and
the
ground
uneven
,
and
the
trees
began
to
draw
together
into
thickets
.
The
sun
had
gone
down
red
behind
the
hils
at
their
backs
,
and
evening
was
coming
on
before
they
came
back
to
the
road
at
the
end
of
the
long
level
over
which
it
had
run
straight
for
some
miles
.
At
that
point
it
bent
left
and
went
down
into
the
lowlands
of
the
Yale
making
for
Stock
;
but
a
lane
branched
right
,
winding
through
a
wood
of
ancient
oak-trees
on
its
way
to
Woodhal
.
"
That
is
the
way
for
us
,
"
said
Frodo
.
Not
far
from
the
road-meeting
they
came
on
the
huge
hulk
of
a
tree
:
it
was
still
alive
and
had
leaves
on
the
small
branches
that
it
had
put
out
round
the
broken
stumps
of
its
long-falen
limbs
;
but
it
was
holow
,
and
could
be
entered
by
a
great
crack
on
the
side
away
from
the
road
.
The
hobbits
crept
inside
,
and
sat
there
upon
a
floor
of
old
leaves
and
decayed
wood
.
They
rested
and
had
a
light
meal
,
talking
quietly
and
listening
from
time
to
time
.
Twilight
was
about
them
as
they
crept
back
to
the
lane
.
The
West
wind
was
sighing
in
the
branches
.
Leaves
were
whispering
.
Soon
the
road
began
to
fall
gently
but
steadily
into
the
dusk
.
A
star
came
out
above
the
trees
in
the
darkening
East
before
them
.
They
went
abreast
and
in
step
,
to
keep
up
their
spirits
.
After
a
time
,
as
the
stars
grew
thicker
and
brighter
,
the
feeling
of
disquiet
left
them
,
and
they
no
longer
listened
for
the
sound
of
hoofs
.
They
began
to
hum
softly
,
as
hobbits
have
a
way
of
doing
as
they
walk
along
,
especialy
when
they
are
drawing
near
to
home
at
night
.
With
most
hobbits
it
is
a
supper-song
or
a
bed-song
;
but
these
hobbits
hummed
a
walking-song
(
though
not
,
of
course
,
without
any
mention
of
supper
and
bed
)
.
Bilbo
Baggins
had
made
the
words
,
to
a
tune
that
was
as
old
as
the
hils
,
and
taught
it
to
Frodo
as
they
walked
in
the
lanes
of
the
Water-valey
and
talked
about
Adventure
.
Upon
the
hearth
the
fire
is
red
,
Beneath
the
roof
there
is
a
bed
;
But
not
yet
weary
are
our
feet
,
