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[rabidsamfan]

Sam paused in the scrap of woodland and looked over the prospects, wondering which saplings were the offspring of the ancient oaks which had been felled and dragged out of the copse and which would prove as scrawny as the scruffy trees Saruman’s men had left behind. “Damn fools,” he said, for the hundredth time, dry-eyed now as he’d learned to be in spite of the ragged stumps that were all that were left of trees that had witnessed the first hobbits to come this way from across the Brandywine.