11. FotR: Chapter 4: A Short Cut to Mushrooms
"Don't you leave him!” Sam resolves. Leading through tangled thickets, the shortcut sadly passes the tempting Golden Perch. Rain swept woods give way to open ground; clouds, to sunshine. Lunch, washed down with Elven mead, inspires light-hearted song—‘till harmony shattering, a blood-chilling cry comes wailing down the wind.
Resilient hobbit nature perseveres. Bamfurlong evokes youthful follies; the stouthearted farmer’s tale, disquiet. Recompense is found in beer-filled mugs, winning even Sam’s esteem. Hearty fare and a welcome ride lighten heavy-laden spirits. River mists rise, all-enshrouding, and from a parting gift, the scent of mushrooms.
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