"Strider now turned their course again north-eastwards, and on the sixth day they reached the top of a long slow-climbing slope, and saw far ahead a huddle of wooded hills."
Peony didn't even ask Strider this time if Rivendell lay somewhere amongst those hills they could glimpse. He always answered patiently, but she didn't really want to know how far they still had to go.
But Sam whispered to her: "Only a bit over a hundred miles now, and we've come over three hundred already from Hobbiton."
"How is Frodo hanging on?" she asked.
"He's hanging on," Sam answered, sounding sure but looking less so.
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"And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water."
-The Return of the King
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