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English[en]
The morning came, pale and clammy. Frodo woke up first, and found that a tree-root had made a hole in his back, and that his neck was stiff. ‘Walking for pleasure! Why didn’t I drive?’ he thought, as he usually did at the beginning of an expedition. ‘And all my beautiful feather beds are sold to the Sackville-Bagginses! These tree-roots would do them good.’ He stretched. ‘Wake up, hobbits!’ he cried. It’s a beautiful morning.’
Cornish[kw]
Myttin a dheuth, disliw ha gwlygh. Frodo a dhifunas kynsa, hag ev a aswonnis gwreydhenn dhe wul brall yn y geyn, hag y gonna dhe vos diwedhyn. ‘Kerdhes rag plesour! Prag na wrug vy lywya?’ ev a dybis dh’y honan, dell wre ev dell vydh usys dhe dhalleth eskerdh. ‘Hag oll ow gweliow-pluvek teg yw gwerthys dhe’n Sakvyl-Bagynsow! An , wreydhennow ma a via da ragdha.’ Ev a omystynnas. ‘Difunewgh, hobytow!’ ev a armas. ‘Myttin teg yw.’