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He stood upon the bridge aloneand Fire and Shadow both defied;his staff was broken on the stone,in Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.`Why, you'll be beating Mr. Bilbo next! ' said Sam.'No, I am afraid not,' said Frodo. 'But that is the best I can do yet.''Well, Mr. Frodo, if you do have another go, I hope you'll say a word about his fireworks,' said Sam. `Something like this:The finest rockets ever seen:they burst in stars of blue and green,or after thunder golden showerscame
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through dragon-lair and hidden doorand darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,with mortal and immortal folk,with bird on bough and beast in den,in their own secret tongues he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,a back that bent beneath its load;a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,swift in anger, quick to laugh;an old man in a battered hatwho leaned upon a thorny staff.falling like a rain of flowers.Though that doesn't do them justice by a long road.'`No, I'll leave that to you, Sam. Or perhaps to Bilbo. But-well. I can't talk of it any more. I can't bear to think of bringing the news to him.'One evening Frodo and Sam were walking together in the cool twilight. Both of them felt restless again. On Frodo suddenly the shadow of parting had fallen: he knew somehow that the time was very near when he must leave Lothlórien.`What do you think of Elves now, Sam? ' he said. `I asked you the same question once before-it seems a very long while ago; but you have seen more of them since then.'