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Frodo
and
Sam
,
however
,
went
back
to
ordinary
attire
,
except
that
when
there
was
need
they
both
wore
long
grey
cloaks
,
finely
woven
and
clasped
at
the
throat
with
beautiful
brooches
;
and
Mr.
Frodo
wore
always
a
white
jewel
on
a
chain
that
he
often
would
finger
.
All
things
now
went
well
,
with
hope
always
of
becoming
still
better
;
and
Sam
was
as
busy
and
as
full
of
delight
as
even
a
hobbit
could
wish
.
Nothing
for
him
marred
that
whole
year
,
except
for
some
vague
anxiety
about
his
master
.
Frodo
dropped
quietly
out
of
all
the
doings
of
the
Shire
,
and
Sam
was
pained
to
notice
how
little
honour
he
had
in
his
own
country
.
Few
people
knew
or
wanted
to
know
about
his
deeds
and
adventures
;
their
admiration
and
respect
were
given
mostly
to
Mr.
Meriadoc
and
Mr.
Peregrin
and
(
if
Sam
had
known
it
)
to
himself
.
Also
in
the
autumn
there
appeared
a
shadow
of
old
troubles
.
One
evening
Sam
came
into
the
study
and
found
his
master
looking
very
strange
.
He
was
very
pale
and
his
eyes
seemed
to
see
things
far
away
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
Mr.
Frodo
?
"
said
Sam
.
"
I
am
wounded
,
"
he
answered
,
"
wounded
;
it
will
never
really
heal
.
"
But
then
he
got
up
,
and
the
turn
seemed
to
pass
,
and
he
was
quite
himself
the
next
day
.
It
was
not
until
afterwards
that
Sam
recalled
that
the
date
was
October
the
sixth
.
Two
years
before
on
that
day
it
was
dark
in
the
dell
under
Weathertop
.
Time
went
on
,
and
1421
came
in
.
Frodo
was
ill
again
in
March
,
but
with
a
great
effort
he
concealed
it
,
for
Sam
had
other
things
to
think
about
.
The
first
of
Sam
and
Rosie
's
children
was
born
on
the
twenty-fifth
of
March
,
a
date
that
Sam
noted
.
"
Well
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'm
in
a
bit
of
a
fix
.
Rose
and
me
had
settled
to
call
him
Frodo
,
with
your
leave
;
but
it
's
not
him
,
it
's
her
.
Though
as
pretty
a
maidchild
as
any
one
could
hope
for
,
taking
after
Rose
more
than
me
,
luckily
.
So
we
do
n't
know
what
to
do
.
"
