"They went in single file along hedgerows and the borders of coppices....After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream there was no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder trees...They could see the village twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water. Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land..."

"...Just over the top of the hill they came to a patch of fir-wood."

"Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea."

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