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rabidsamfanAlong the Morgai
Frodo wondered, as Sam slept the sleep of the exhausted, whether anyone would ever tell the Gaffer what had happened to his son. Faramir, perhaps, or Aragorn, or a messenger riding up to the row of smials below Bag End with a letter that would take the old hobbit an hour to puzzle his way through. But none of them would know of Shelob, nor Cirith Ungol, so the tale would be forever incomplete. “Samwise the Stouthearted,” he whispered, “Hero of the Age,” and smiled at the memory of a hobbit-lad battling dragons in the garden with a muddy trowel.
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Frodo wondered, as Sam slept the sleep of the exhausted, whether anyone would ever tell the Gaffer what had happened to his son. Faramir, perhaps, or Aragorn, or a messenger riding up to the row of smials below Bag End with a letter that would take the old hobbit an hour to puzzle his way through. But none of them would know of Shelob, nor Cirith Ungol, so the tale would be forever incomplete. “Samwise the Stouthearted,” he whispered, “Hero of the Age,” and smiled at the memory of a hobbit-lad battling dragons in the garden with a muddy trowel.
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