Draper Flying Fish

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you don’t come back, sir, then I shan’t, that’s certain,’ said Sam. ‘Don’t you leave him! they said to me. Leave him! I said. I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon, and if any of those Black Rulers try to stop him, they’ll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with, I said. They laughed.’‘Who are they, and what are you talking about?’‘The Elves, sir. We had some talk last night; and they seemed to know you were Sam Gamgee sitting there, except that his face was unusually thoughtful.‘Do you feel any need to leave the Shire now - now that your wish to see them has come true already?’ he asked.‘Yes, sir. I don’t know how to say it, but after last night I feel different. I seem to see ahead, in a kind of way. I know we are going to take a very long road, into darknessgoing away, so I didn’t see the use of denying it. Wonderful folk, Elves, sir! Wonderful!’‘They are,’ said Frodo. ‘Do you like them still, now you have had a closer view?’‘They seem a bit above my likes and dislikes, so to speak,’ answered Sam slowly. ‘It don’t seem to matter what I think about them. They are quite different from what I expected - so old and young, and so gay and sad, as it were.’Frodo looked at Sam rather startled, half expecting to see some outward sign of the odd change that seemed to have come over him. It did not sound like the voice of the old Sam Gamgee that he thought he knew. But it looked like the old