228 – Where Sméagols Swear
The Prancing Pony Podcast
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Sam's Not Too Pristine About That
At once gallum got up and began prancing about like a whipped cur whose master has pat from that moment, a change which lasted for some time came over him. He spoke with less hissing and whining, and he spoke to his companions direct not to his precious self. Sam said little to him of any sort but suspected him more deeply than ever. If possible, liked the new gallum, the smeagel, less than the old. In the deep of night, under hard clear stars, they set off. Over all the leagues of waste, before the gates of mordor, there was a black silence.
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