Frodo slowed as he walked the last hundred feet to the door of his old home. He half expected to see Sam out and about in the garden, and then he laughed; there was Frodo-Lad, weeding a small patch, and near him was Merry-Lad.
They did not look up, and he approached as softly as a hobbit can, and went straight to the door, and knocked, wondering who would answer.
[ March 07, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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