225 – Strangers in a Strange Land
The Prancing Pony Podcast
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All Right, Mister Prodo
They slept in a nook among great, jagged pinnacles of weathered rock. At least they were sheltered from the easterly wind. The westering sun was caught into clouds and night came swiftly. Did you see them again, mister prodo, asked sam as they sat stiff and chilled,. Munching wafers of lembus in the cold grey of early morning. I hope ho'll never need to said fredo, i don't know how he followed us, but it may be that he's lost us again. As you say, in this dry, bleak land, we can't leave many footprints, nor much scent, even for his
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