It was still fairly early by the sun, something between nine and ten, and the hobbits turned their minds to food. Their last meal had been lunch beside the standing stone the day before. They breakfasted now off the remainder of Tom's provisions, meant for their supper, with additions that Tom had brought with him. It was not a large meal (considering hobbits and the circumstances), but they felt much better for it. While they were eating Tom went up to the mound, and looked through the treasures. Most of these he made into a pile that glistened and sparkled on the grass. He bade them lie there 'free to all finders, birds, beasts. Elves or Men, and all kindly creatures'; for so the spell of the mound should be broken and scattered and no Wight ever come back to it. He chose for himself from the pile a brooch set with blue stones, many-shaded like flax-flowers or the wings of blue butterflies. He looked long at it, as if stirred by some memory, shaking his head, and saying at last:
Nebes a-varr o hwath herwydh an howl, ynter naw ha deg eur, hag an hobatow a dreylyas aga brys dhe voes. Aga diwettha boes re beu li dybrys ryb an menhir dhe’n jydh kyns. I a wrug hansel lemmyn gans an pyth o gesys a’ga boes a-dhiworth Tom, gwithys yn hwir rag aga soper, gans nebes boes esa gans Tom. Nyns o boes bras (herwydh hobatow ha studh an jydh), mes i a omglywas gwellhes yn feur dredho. Hag i dhe dhybri Tom eth dhe’n krug ha hiwlas yn mysk an tresoryow. Ev a wrug bern a’n brassa rann anedha a splannas war an wels. Ev a bysis orta gorwedha ena ‘heb kost dhe drovoryon oll, ydhyn, bestes, Elfow ha Gwer, ha kroaduryon kuv oll’; rag yndella, husenn an krug a via terrys ha keskerys ha ny dhehwelsa nevra Tarosvann dhodho. Ev a dhewisis brocha a-dhiworth an bern ragdho y honan, settys gans meyn glas a liwyow divers, haval orth po bleujennow-lin po eskell tykkies-duw glas. Ev a viras orto dre dermyn hir, haval dhe vos movys gans neb kov, ow shakya y benn, ha leverel wor’tiwedh:langbot langbot