Frodo stared at the light of the phial, The light of Earendil, bearer of the last Silmaril. Frodo realized that he held the light of a Silmaril, the light of the trees of Valinor, in his hand. A small tear slid quietly down his face. He nodded slowly and silenty as he stared. Then he turned to Sam and said
"Sam? Are you ready for another adventure?"
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"I'm your huckleberry....that's just my game."
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