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‘It’s going to be thick,’ said Maggot; ‘but I’ll not light my lantern till I turn for home. We’ll hear anything on the road long before we meet it tonight.’
‘An gewer a vydh tew haneth,’ a leveris Magott; ‘mes ny vynnav vy enowi ow lugern erbynn my dhe dreylya troha tre. Ni a vydh klywes neppyth war an fordh orth pellder hir kyns ni dh’y vetya haneth.’

He heard behind his head a creaking and scraping sound. Raising himself on one arm he looked, and saw now in the pale light that they were in a kind of passage which behind them turned a corner. Round the corner a long arm was groping, walking on its fingers towards Sam, who was lying nearest, and towards the hilt of the sword that lay upon him.
A-dryv dhy benn, ev a glywas son ow kwighya hag ow kravas. Ev a omsevis dre unn vregh ha mires, hag ev a welas lemmyn dre’n golow disliw i dhe vos yn hel a neb eghenn a dreylyas yn unn gornella a-dryv dhedha. Dres an korn yth esa bregh hir ow palvala, ow kerdhes dre hy bysies war-tu ha Sam esa ow korwedha nessa dhedhi, ha war-tu ha dornla an kledha a worwedhas warnodho.

Genevieve’s was an institution then: a typical student dive with chromium and Laminex tables, cheerful staff and a menu with a whole bunch of fairly tasty but unhealthy food. It was the place to go whether you were going to the movies next door or simply skipping classes. Kids in the U.S. might reasonably have mistaken it for a diner or a 1950’s drugstore – but it wasn’t actually either. It was just “Genevieve’s”. As I entered, I noted that Genevieve’s was deserted but there were the usual signs that the Zombie Apocalypse had called by. Upturned tables, shattered crockery and coagulated blood on the floor – but no actual corpses. That was a pleasant change. The lights were still on and, as it turned out, the fridges were still operating. The sight that this particular starving man beheld upon opening the main fridge door was blissful. It was fully stocked with all the treats that Genevieve’s customarily served to its youthful crowd. “Pancakes and ice-cream it is!” I said. I heated a skillet on the stove and made a bowl of pancake mix. A bit of oil in the pan, a minute or two on medium flame, flip each pancake near the end and voila! Pancakes. Load the resulting ‘stack’ with maple syrup and several scoops of ice-cream and you have a starving man’s salvation. I offered some to David – seated at a nearby table – but he seemed repelled at the very idea of eating living folks’ food. So, I ate it all myself while he watched me with his dead eyes. I shouldn’t have eaten so much food nor food so rich in sugar because, truth be told, I really had been starving, clinically so. I hadn’t eaten a solid meal since the initial onslaught – just a few packs of snack-food from the vending machines in the library. So, yes, I threw up – you don’t need the details but I imagined David was thinking “I told you so!”
Chi Gwynnuwer o le pur boesek ena: fow studhyek gans moesow gwrys a gromium ha lamineks, mayni lowenek ha rol-voes gans meur a voes sawrek mes anyagh. Yth o an le mayth es mar mynnes mos dhe’n fylmow an nessa daras po skapya yn sempel an klassow. Y hallsa an yonkers dhiworth SUA y gammgemmeres avel ‘diner’ po shoppa apotekary an blydhynnyow 1950 – mes, yn hwir, nyns o po an eyl po y gila. “Chi Gwynnuwer” o hepken. Ha my entrys, my a verkyas bos dibobel Chi Gwynnuwer mes yth esa an sinys, herwydh usadow, re dremensa gordhroglamm an zombis an fordh ma: moesow disevys, lestri-pri brywys ha goes kowlys war an leur – mes nyns esa korfow vyth. Chanj plesont o henna. An golowys o hwath yn fyw ha, dre happ, yth esa an yeynellow hwath owth oberi. An gwel a viras an den ow famya ma, hag ev igerys daras an chyf yeynell, o leun a lowender ragdho: lenwys o gans stokk, stokk a draow hweg a venestras Chi Gwynnuwer herwydh usadow dh’y vush yowynk. “Kevyn krampoeth ha dyenn rew!” yn-medhav. My a doemmhes leswedh war an forn ha gul bollas kemmysk krampoeth. Tamm oyl y’n leswedh, unn vynysenn po diw kres-flamm, treyl pub krampoethenn pan yw ogas dhe worfennys ha voila! Krampoeth. Argh an ‘stack’ (bern) a syw gans sugen gwinwel ha lies loyas a dhyenn rew hag ottenna! Selwyans dhe dhen ow famya. My a offras tamm dhe Dhavydh, a’y esedh dhe voes a-ogas, mes yth heveli y vos divlasys yn feur gans an tybyans a dhybri boes an dus vyw. Ytho, my a’n dybris oll anodho hag ev ow mirys orthymm gans y dhewlagas marow. Ny dalvien vy dybri kemmys boes na voes mar lenwys gans sugra drefenn, dhe wir, y fien vy ow famya, yn klynykal. Ny dhyb’sen boes gwir a-dhia an kynsa omsettyans – a-der nebes fardelligow a demmyn dhiworth an jynnow-wertha y’n lyverva. Ytho, ya, my a hwyjyas – nyns eus edhomm dhywgh a’n manylyon mes y tybis Davydh dhe brederi: “My a dherivas dhis yndella!”

Goldberry!' he cried. 'My fair lady, clad all in silver green! We have never said farewell to her, nor seen her since the evening!' He was so distressed that he turned back; but at that moment a clear call came rippling down. There on the hill-brow she stood beckoning to them: her hair was flying loose, and as it caught the sun it shone and shimmered. A light like the glint of water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced.
‘Goldberri!’ ev a grias. ‘Ow arloedhes deg, gwiskys yn tien yn gwyrdh arghansek!’ Nevra ny wrussyn ni leverel farwel dhedhi, na wrussyn ni hy gweles a-dhia an gorthugher!’ Ev o duwenik bys may hwrug ev treylya rag dehweles; mes dhe’n prys na galow kler a dheuth war-woeles yn unn krygha. Ena, dhe vronn an vre y sevis hi, ow kweyvya orta yn unn tenna; yth esa hy gols ow nija yn rydh, ow splanna hag ow tewynnya ha hi dhe dhastewynnya an howl. Golow haval orth splannder a dhowr war wels gluthek a dewynnyas yn-dann hy dewdroes ha hi dhe dhonsya.

As he lay there, thinking and getting a hold of himself, he noticed all at once that the darkness was slowly giving way: a pale greenish light was growing round him. It did not at first show him what kind of a place he was in, for the light seemed to be coming out of himself, and from the floor beside him, and had not yet reached the roof or wall. He turned, and there in the cold glow he saw lying beside him Sam, Pippin, and Merry. They were on their backs, and their faces looked deathly pale; and they were clad in white. About them lay many treasures, of gold maybe, though in that light they looked cold and unlovely. On their heads were circlets, gold chains were about their waists, and on their fingers were many rings. Swords lay by their sides, and shields were at their feet. But across their three necks lay one long naked sword.
Hag ev dhe worwedha, ow tybi hag owth omgrevhe, ev a welas an tewlder dhe lehe yn lent: yth esa golow gwyrdh disliw ow tevi oll a-dro dhodho. Ny wrug diskwedhes orto hwath py par tyller mayth esa ev ynni, drefenn an golow dhe dhos a-dhiworto y honan, ha diworth an leur rybdho, ha ny wrug drehedhes hwath an nen po an fos. Ev a dreylyas ha gweles dre’n golow yeyn Sam, Pypyn ha Merri ow korwedha rybdho. Yth esens i orth aga heyn, ha golok aga fas o disliw haval orth ankow; hag omwiskys yn gwisk gwynn ens i. Oll a-dro dhedha yth esa tresorys pals orth aga gorwedha, gwrys a owr martesen, kynth o yeyn hag anhweg aga golok dre’n golow na. Dh’aga fenn yth esa kylghynnow, yth esa kadonyow a owr a-dro dh’aga kres, ha dh’aga bysyes yth esa bysowyer pals. Kledhedhyow a worwedhas rybdha hag yth esa skoesow dh’aga diwdroes. Mes, a-dreus aga honna, yth esa ow korwedha kledha hir noeth.

The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside. Before long the Elves came down the lane towards the valley. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet. They were now silent, and as the last Elf passed he turned and looked towards the hobbits and laughed.
An hobytow a esedhas y’n skeusow ryb an hyns. Kyns pell, an Elfow a dheuth a-hys an bownder war-tu ha’n nans. I a dremenas yn lent, hag an hobytow a allsa gweles stersplann ow tewynna war aga hols hag y’ga dewlagas. Nyns esa lugarn vyth dhedha, mes dell gerdhsons i, golow a isterlentri*6, haval orth golow an loer a-ugh an breow kyns hi dhe sevel, a goedhas a-dro dh’aga dewdroes dell hevelis. Taw ens i lemmyn, ha dell dremenas an diwettha Elf, ev a dreylyas ha mires war-tu ha’n hobytow ha hwartha.