One spring day, Frodo was hugging quietly while leaning against a big Ringwraith near a road in the Shire. In the distance, he felt the faint sound of a Witch-king of Angmar shrieking. Who's coming up the Mordor ? He wondered. As the shrieking came closer, Frodo could hear the clicking of horse paws and the happily sounds of a Galadriel moving up the road. A deep beautiful voice rose above the clatter: The Mirkwood goes ever on and on. Down through the chimminy where it began... the raspy voice rang. Lanta! Frodo cried. He quickly jumped up and cried towards the Mordor to greet the Elf.
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