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Grace
Frodo walked slowly, quietly, not wanting to unsettle the still, serene forest where Galadriel dwelled in. Lothlórien, as the Elves called it.
“Mr. Frodo, what are you doing? Why are you still out here?” Sam was by his side out of the blue.
Frodo sighed. “The sight is beguiling me, calling me out to bask in it.”
“But Mr. Frodo, you need to rest. Tomorrow morning we will be leaving. You will need all the energy to walk and-and carry It.”
“Yes, I know that, Sam. But do you not see it? The old trees with hanging roots, the lake and water where you can see the reflections there? The lights, the golden lights cast upon this woods making it like it were in a daylight.”
“I do, Mr. Frodo.”
“Somehow it makes me think of home.”
Sam, not saying a word, merely held Frodo close.
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Frodo walked slowly, quietly, not wanting to unsettle the still, serene forest where Galadriel dwelled in. Lothlórien, as the Elves called it.
“Mr. Frodo, what are you doing? Why are you still out here?” Sam was by his side out of the blue.
Frodo sighed. “The sight is beguiling me, calling me out to bask in it.”
“But Mr. Frodo, you need to rest. Tomorrow morning we will be leaving. You will need all the energy to walk and-and carry It.”
“Yes, I know that, Sam. But do you not see it? The old trees with hanging roots, the lake and water where you can see the reflections there? The lights, the golden lights cast upon this woods making it like it were in a daylight.”
“I do, Mr. Frodo.”
“Somehow it makes me think of home.”
Sam, not saying a word, merely held Frodo close.
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