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All he wanted to do was curl up again on the lumpy ticking of the bed he had once shared with his brothers, with the quilt his mother had made wrapped high over his shoulders and the starlight showing dim through the tiny window on the far wall. No featherbed had ever been sweeter, not in the palace of the King, nor even in the storied halls of Rivendell, than lying in the well-known darkness and listening to the familiar grumble of voices and the slap of cards as the old hobbits talked in the kitchen deep into the night.
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All he wanted to do was curl up again on the lumpy ticking of the bed he had once shared with his brothers, with the quilt his mother had made wrapped high over his shoulders and the starlight showing dim through the tiny window on the far wall. No featherbed had ever been sweeter, not in the palace of the King, nor even in the storied halls of Rivendell, than lying in the well-known darkness and listening to the familiar grumble of voices and the slap of cards as the old hobbits talked in the kitchen deep into the night.
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