‘The road goes on for ever,’ said Pippin; ‘but I can’t without a rest. It is high time for lunch.’ He sat down on the bank at the side of the road and looked away east into the haze, beyond which lay the River, and the end of the Shire in which he had spent all his life. Sam stood by him. His round eyes were wide open - for he was looking across lands he had never seen to a new horizon.
‘An fordh a bes bys vykken,’ yn medh Pypyn; ‘mes ny allav vy gul yndella heb powes. Prys da yw rag li.’ Ev a esedhas war dorrlann ryb an fordh ha gweles dhe’n howldrevel dhe’n niwl ha dresto an Avon ha penn an Shayr may trigsa ev oll y vywnans. Sam a sevis rybdho. Y dhewlagas kylghek o igor yn efan – drefenn ev dhe weles a-dreus tiryow na wrug ev gweles kyns war-tu ha gorwel nowydh.langbot langbot