Moran Sunset near Land's End, Cornwall, England

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the nine! Have you got the bath-water hot?’Sam jumped up, looking rather bleary. ‘No, sir, I haven’t, sir!’ he said.Frodo stripped the blankets from Pippin and rolled him over, and then walked off to the edge of the wood. Away eastward the sun was rising view of the rider came over him.‘It may not matter much,’ he said apologetically, ‘but I would rather not be seen on the road - by anyone. I am sick of my doings being noticed and discussed. And if it is Gandalf,’ he added as an afterthought, ‘we can give him a little surprise, to pay him out for being so late. Let’s get out of sight!’The other two ran quickly to the left and down into a little hollow not far from the road. There they lay flat. Frodo hesitated for a second: curiosity or some other feeling was struggling with his desire to hide. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. Just in time he threw himself down in a patch of long grass behind a tree that overshadowed the road.he was looking across lands he had never seen to a new horizon.‘Do Elves live in those woods?’ he asked.‘Not that I ever heard,’ said Pippin. Frodo was silent. He too was gazing eastward along the road, as if he had never seen it before. Suddenly he spoke, aloud but as if to himself, saying slowly:The Road goes ever on