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The way grows darker and dimmer. The trees drip damply on us and I shiver. Frodo asks, “Are you cold?” I shake my head fiercely – no! I am – cold, damp and scared of these trees that breath malice – but no colder than he. I am not here to be looked after – to be the baby. “Scared?” I force a smile. “Of this overgrown firewood?” It has taken every threat and promise I could command to convince Merry that I should come. Always I have trailed him, trying to catch up and I will be as old as them, I swear |
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