When they had walked for about three hours they rested. The night was clear, cool, and starry, but smoke-like wisps of mist were creeping up the hill-sides from the streams and deep meadows. Thin-clad birches, swaying in a light wind above their heads, made a black net against the pale sky. They ate a very frugal supper (for hobbits), and then went on again. Soon they struck a narrow road, that went rolling up and down, fading grey into the darkness ahead: the road to Woodhall, and Stock, and the Bucklebury Ferry. It climbed away from the main road in the Water-valley, and wound over the skirts of the Green Hills towards Woody-End, a wild corner of the Eastfarthing.
Pan wrussons i kerdhes ogas ha tri our, i a bowesas. An nos o kler, goyeyn, sterennek, mes yth esa trethow a niwl ow kreupya yn-bann an breow dhiworth an goverow ha’n prasow down. Besow, skant aga dell a wevyas yn glor a-ugh aga fenn hag y hwrussons i roes dhu erbynn an ebron wannliwek. I a dhybris soper tanow (rag hobytow), ha besyas war rag arta. I a gavas fordh gul a verr spys, a rolyas yn bann hag yn nans, ow tisomdhiskwedhes y’n tewlder loes war rag: an fordh dhe Wudol ha Stokk, ha’n Kowbal Bukelberi. Hi a yskynnas diworth an fordh-veur yn nans an Dowr, ha hi a wandras dre emlow an Vreow Gwyrdh war-tu ha Lostwydhennek, korn gwyls an Estferdhynn.langbot langbot