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"
Thank
you
!
"
said
Merry
.
"
In
that
case
I
will
have
my
pouch
back
,
which
is
not
yours
and
has
journeyed
far
with
me
.
Wrap
the
weed
in
a
rag
of
your
own
.
"
"
One
thief
deserves
another
,
"
said
Saruman
,
and
turned
his
back
on
Merry
,
and
kicked
Wormtongue
,
and
went
away
towards
the
wood
.
"
Well
,
I
like
that
!
"
said
Pippin
.
"
Thief
indeed
!
What
of
our
claim
for
waylaying
,
wounding
,
and
orc-dragging
us
through
Rohan
?
"
"
Ah
!
"
said
Sam
.
"
And
bought
he
said
.
How
,
I
wonder
?
And
I
did
n't
like
the
sound
of
what
he
said
about
the
Southfarthing
.
It
's
time
we
got
back
.
"
"
I
'm
sure
it
is
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
But
we
ca
n't
go
any
quicker
,
if
we
are
to
see
Bilbo
.
I
am
going
to
Rivendell
first
,
whatever
happens
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
think
you
had
better
do
that
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
But
alas
for
Saruman
!
I
fear
nothing
more
can
be
made
of
him
.
He
has
withered
altogether
.
All
the
same
,
I
am
not
sure
that
Treebeard
is
right
:
I
fancy
he
could
do
some
mischief
still
in
a
small
mean
way
.
"
Next
day
they
went
on
into
northern
Dunland
,
where
no
men
now
dwelt
,
though
it
was
a
green
and
pleasant
country
.
September
came
in
with
golden
days
and
silver
nights
,
and
they
rode
at
ease
until
they
reached
the
Swanfleet
river
,
and
found
the
old
ford
,
east
of
the
falls
where
it
went
down
suddenly
into
the
lowlands
.
Far
to
the
west
in
a
haze
lay
the
meres
and
eyots
through
which
it
wound
its
way
to
the
Greyflood
:
there
countless
swans
housed
in
a
land
of
reeds
.
So
they
passed
into
Eregion
,
and
at
last
a
fair
morning
dawned
,
shimmering
above
gleaming
mists
;
and
looking
from
their
camp
on
a
low
hill
the
travellers
saw
away
in
the
east
the
Sun
catching
three
peaks
that
thrust
up
into
the
sky
through
floating
clouds
:
Caradhras
,
Celebdil
,
and
Fanuidhol
.
They
were
near
to
the
Gates
of
Moria
.
Here
now
for
seven
days
they
tarried
,
for
the
time
was
at
hand
for
another
parting
which
they
were
loth
to
make
.
Soon
Celeborn
and
Galadriel
and
their
folk
would
turn
eastward
,
and
so
pass
by
the
Redhorn
Gate
and
down
the
Dimrill
Stair
to
the
Silverlode
and
to
their
own
country
.
They
had
journeyed
thus
far
by
the
west-ways
,
for
they
had
much
to
speak
of
with
Elrond
and
with
Gandalf
,
and
here
they
lingered
still
in
converse
with
their
friends
.
