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After
so
long
journeying
and
camping
,
and
days
spent
$
n
the
lonely
wild
,
the
evening
meal
seemed
a
feast
to
the
hobbits
:
to
drink
pale
yellow
wine
,
cool
and
fragrant
,
and
eat
bread
and
butter
,
and
salted
meats
,
and
dried
fruits
,
and
good
red
cheese
,
with
clean
hands
and
clean
knives
and
plates
.
Neither
Frodo
nor
Sam
refused
anything
that
was
offered
,
nor
a
second
,
nor
indeed
a
third
helping
.
The
wine
coursed
in
their
veins
and
tired
limbs
,
and
they
felt
glad
and
easy
of
heart
as
they
had
not
done
since
they
left
the
land
of
Lórien
.
When
all
was
done
Faramir
led
them
to
a
recess
at
the
back
of
the
cave
,
partly
screened
by
curtains
;
and
a
chair
and
two
stools
were
brought
there
.
A
little
earthenware
lamp
burned
in
a
niche
.
'
You
may
soon
desire
to
sleep
,
'
he
said
,
'
and
especially
good
Samwise
,
who
would
not
close
his
eyes
before
he
ate
-
whether
for
fear
of
blunting
the
edge
of
a
noble
hunger
,
or
for
fear
of
me
,
I
do
not
know
.
But
it
is
not
good
to
sleep
too
soon
after
meat
,
and
that
following
a
fast
.
Let
us
talk
a
while
.
On
your
journey
from
Rivendell
there
must
have
been
many
things
to
tell
.
And
you
,
too
,
would
perhaps
wish
to
learn
something
of
us
and
the
lands
where
you
now
are
.
Tell
me
of
Boromir
my
brother
,
and
of
old
Mithrandir
,
and
of
the
fair
people
of
Lothlórien
.
'
Frodo
no
longer
felt
sleepy
and
he
was
willing
to
talk
.
But
though
the
food
and
wine
had
put
him
at
his
ease
,
he
had
not
lost
all
his
caution
.
Sam
was
beaming
and
humming
to
himself
,
but
when
Frodo
spoke
he
was
at
first
content
to
listen
,
only
occasionally
venturing
to
make
an
exclamation
of
agreement
.
Frodo
told
many
tales
,
yet
always
he
steered
the
matter
away
from
the
quest
of
the
Company
and
from
the
Ring
,
enlarging
rather
on
the
valiant
part
Boromir
had
played
in
all
their
adventures
.
with
the
wolves
of
the
wild
,
in
the
snows
under
Caradhras
,
and
in
the
mines
of
Moria
where
Gandalf
fell
.
Faramir
was
most
moved
by
the
story
of
the
fight
on
the
bridge
.
'
It
must
have
irked
Boromir
to
run
from
Orcs
,
'
he
said
,
'
or
even
from
the
fell
thing
you
name
,
the
Balrog
-
even
though
he
was
the
last
to
leave
.
'
'
He
was
the
last
,
'
said
Frodo
,
'
but
Aragorn
was
forced
to
lead
us
.
He
alone
knew
the
way
after
Gandalf
's
fall
.
But
had
there
not
been
us
lesser
folk
to
care
for
,
I
do
not
think
that
either
he
or
Boromir
would
have
fled
.
'
'
Maybe
,
it
would
have
been
better
had
Boromir
fallen
there
with
Mithrandir
,
'
said
Faramir
,
'
and
not
gone
on
to
the
fate
that
waited
above
the
falls
of
Rauros
.
'
'M
aybe
.
But
tell
me
now
of
your
own
fortunes
,
'
said
Frodo
,
turning
the
matter
aside
once
again
.
'
For
I
would
learn
more
of
Minas
Ithil
and
Osgiliath
,
and
Minas
Tirith
the
long-enduring
.
What
hope
have
you
for
that
city
in
your
long
war
?
'
