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have only got to

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nyns yw res moy es

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have only got to
/ nyns yw res moy es / / /

‘Not too safe, I should say,’ said Merry. ‘But I have only had one rapid glance, and that was difficult to get. He never left the book about. I wonder what became of it. I should like another look. Have you got it, Frodo?’
‘Nyns yw travyth yw pur salow, dell dybav,’ yn-medh Merri. ‘Mes nyns esa moy es unn gowolok skav dhymm, ha henn o kales dhe wul. Nevra ny wrug ev gasa an lyver a’y worwedh a-dro. Ple’ma ev lemmyn dell omwovynnav? Usi ev dhisso Frodo?’

‘Well, what do you think of it?’ asked Merry coming up the passage. ‘We have done our best in a short time to make it look like home. After all Fatty and I only got here with the last cart-load yesterday.’
‘Wel, pandra dybydh?’ a wovynnas Merri, ow tos a-hys an hel. ‘Ni re assayas gul dhodho semlans haval dhe dre. Ny wrug Fatti ha my dos omma kyns de gans an diwettha kertas.’

‘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.”

‘When did I first begin to guess?’ he mused, searching back in memory. ‘Let me see - it was in the year that the White Council drove the dark power from Mirkwood, just before the Battle of Five Armies, that Bilbo found his ring. A shadow fell on my heart then, though I did not know yet what I feared. I wondered often how Gollum came by a Great Ring, as plainly it was - that at least was clear from the first. Then I heard Bilbo’s strange story of how he had “won” it, and I could not believe it. When I at last got the truth out of him, I saw at once that he had been trying to put his claim to the ring beyond doubt. Much like Gollum with his “birthday present”. The lies were too much alike for my comfort. Clearly the ring had an unwholesome power that set to work on its keeper at once. That was the first real warning I had that all was not well. I told Bilbo often that such rings were better left unused; but he resented it, and soon got angry. There was little else that I could do. I could not take it from him without doing greater harm; and I had no right to do so anyway. I could only watch and wait. I might perhaps have consulted Saruman the White, but something always held me back.’
‘P’eur hwrug vy dalleth dismygi?’ ev a omwovynnas, ow hwithra y gov. ‘Dell berthav kov – y’n keth vlydhen an Konsel Gwynn dhe estewlel an nerth tewl a-dhiworth Koes Murkwud, nebes kyns an Vatel a Bymp Lu yth o, pan dhiskudhas Bylbo y vysow. Skeus a goedhas war ow holonn dhe’n termyn na, kyn na wrug vy godhvos an pyth a wrug own dhymm. My a omwovynnas lieskweyth fatell wrug Gollum kavoes Bysow Meur, dell o yn apert - henn o kler a-dhesempis. Ena my a glywas hwedhel koynt Bylbo, fatell wrug ev y waynya, ha ny’n krysis. Pan wrug vy klywes an gwiryoneth a-dhiworto, my a welas a-dhesempis fatell wrug ev assaya gorra y berghennogeth a’n bysow yn-mes a dhout. Haval orth Gollum gans y “ro-pennbloedh”. An gowyow o re haval hag yth esa anes genev. Apert o bos nerth drog dhe’n bysow a wre oberi orth y withor a-dhistowgh. Henn o an kynsa gwarnyans gwir dhymm na vos puptra da. My a leveri orth Bylbo lieskweyth dhe vos gwell gwitha bysow a’n par na anusys; mes nyns o henna da ganso, hag ev a dho ha bos serrys yn skon. Ny yllis vy gul travyth arall. Ny yllis vy y sesya diworto heb gul damaj brassa; ha ny via ewn my dhe wul yndella yn neb kas. Ny yllis vy gul moy es mires orto ha gortos. Martesen y talvia dhymm hwithra kusul Saruman Gwynn, mes neppyth a’m hedhi pup-prys.’