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From The Lord of the
Rings, Book One, Chapter IX
The Big Folk and the Little Folk (as they called one another) were on friendly terms, minding their own affairs in their own ways, but both rightly regarding themselves as necessary parts of the Bree-folk. Nowhere else in the world was this peculiar (but excellent) arrangement to be found. |
From The Lord of the
Rings, Book Four, Chapter IV
Then suddenly straight
over the rim of their sheltering bank, a man fell,
crashing through the slender trees, nearly on top of
them. He came to rest in the fern a few feet away, face
downward, green arrow-feathers sticking from his neck
below a golden collar. His scarlet robes were tattered,
his corslet of overlapping brazen plates was rent and
hewn, his black plaits of hair braided with gold were
drenched with blood. His brown hand still clutched the
hilt of a broken sword. |
From Who is Tom Bombadil? by Gene Hargrove |
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