So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!

Those were happier days, when there was still close friendship at times between folk of different race, even between Dwarves and Elves.' It was not the fault of the Dwarves that the friendship waned,' said Gimli. I have not heard that it was the fault of the Elves,' said Legolas. I have heard both,' said Gandalf[.]

I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

Frodo drew himself up, and again Sam was startled by his words and his stern voice. 'On the Precious? How dare you?' he said. 'Think! Would you commit your promise to that, Smeagol? It will hold you. But it is more treacherous than you are. It may twist your words. Beware!

Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.

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