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Fortunately for Frodo, the ale market was booming and therefore had very low prices, so he was able to walk through the mucky bog and have a nice burial for Sam while getting a lifetime's supply of ale.
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I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Of wind I sang, I wind there came, and in the branches blew...
-Galadriel
Last edited by Parmawen; 07-31-2005 at 08:23 PM.
Reason: Typos!
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