![]() ![]() ‘Well, Master Samwise, how do you feel?’ he said.īut Sam lay back, and stared with open mouth, and for a moment, between bewilderment and great joy, he could not answer. ![]() ![]() It was the right hand, and the third finger was missing.įull memory flooded back, and Sam cried aloud: ‘It wasn’t a dream! Then where are we?’Īnd a voice spoke softly behind him: ‘In the land of Ithilien, and in the keeping of the King and he awaits you.’ With that Gandalf stood before him, robed in white, his beard now gleaming like pure snow in the twinkling of the leafy sunlight. ‘I am glad to wake!’ He sat up and then he saw that Frodo was lying beside him, and slept peacefully, one hand behind his head, and the other resting upon the coverlet. ‘Why, what a dream I’ve had!’ he muttered. ‘How long have I been asleep?’ For the scent had borne him back to the day when he had lit his little fire under the sunny bank and for the moment all else between was out of waking memory. He remembered that smell: the fragrance of Ithilien. ![]() All the air was full of a sweet mingled scent. “When Sam awoke, he found that he was lying on some soft bed, but over him gently swayed wide beechen boughs, and through their young leaves sunlight glimmered, green and gold. ![]()
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