If those doggoned black riders were defeated at the ford, why did I see three of them today? Maybe I'm feverish and hallucinating. At least that would explain my dismal progress.
I thought folks who collapsed at the ford got a free ride to Rivendell. No such luck. Weeeeellll, one quarter mile at a time...
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They spoke no more of the small news of the Shire far away; nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods.
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