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It's so cozy in the Hall of Fire tonight as the winter's winds lash the windows. I wonder what's my boy Frodo doing. Certainly he's comfortable in Bag End, listening to the sound of the tea kettle as snow is falling outside. No, wait... he's here! Where is he? They're going to sing my poem soon, he's going to miss it! No, no... I remember. He left. He left on an adventure. I hope he's doing well. I hope he's not cold and hungry out there. I wonder if he still has that old ring of mine. My dear boy...
