‘I have only just remembered, sir. It was like this: when I got back to our hole yesterday evening with the key, my dad, he says to me: Hello, Sam! he says. I thought you were away with Mr. Frodo this morning. There’s been a strange customer asking for Mr. Baggins of Bag End, and he’s only just gone. I’ve sent him on to Bucklebury. Not that I liked the sound of him. He seemed mighty put out, when I told him Mr. Baggins had left his old home for good. Hissed at me, he did. It gave me quite a shudder. What sort of a fellow was he? says I to the Gaffer. I don’t know, says he; but he wasn’t a hobbit. He was tall and black-like, and he stooped aver me. I reckon it was one of the Big Folk from foreign parts. He spoke funny.
‘Ny wrug vy perthi kov bys yn nammnygen, syrr. Yndella yth o: pan wrug vy dehweles dh’agan toll de yn gorthugher gans an alhwedh, ow thas, ev a lever orthiv: “Dydh da Sam!” ev a lever. “My a dybis ty dhe vos gyllys gans Mstr Frodo y’n myttin ma. Yth esa den koynt ow hwila Mstr Bagyns a Bag End, hag ev a asas nans yw berrdermyn. My a wrug y dhanvonn dhe Bukelbury, kyn nag esa ev da genev. Dell hevel, drog o ganso yn hwir pan wrug vy leverel orto Mstr Bagyns dhe asa y dre yn fast. Sia orthiv, ev a wrug. Ev a wrug dhymm krena.” Py par den o? my a leveris orth an Gafer. “Ny wonn,” a lever ev; “mes nyns o ev hobyt. Ev o hir ha du, hag ev a warrgrommas dresov. Dhe’m brys vy, ev o onan a’n Werin Vras a-dhiworth tylleryow estrenyek. Ev a gowsas yn fordh goynt.”langbot langbot