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English[en]
‘Come dear folk!’ she said, taking Frodo by the hand. ‘Laugh and be merry! I am Goldberry, daughter of the River.’ Then lightly she passed them and closing the door she turned her back to it, with her white arms spread out across it. ‘Let us shut out the night!’ she said. ‘For you are still afraid, perhaps, of mist and tree-shadows and deep water, and untame things. Fear nothing! For tonight you are under the roof of Tom Bombadil.’
Cornish[kw]
‘Dewgh tus ger!’ hi a leveris ha sysnsi Frodo orth y dhorn. ‘Hwerthewgh ha bos lowen! Goldberri ov vy, myrgh an Avon.’ Ena, yn skav a wrug hi aga thremena, degea an daras ha treylya hy heyn war-tu hag ev, gans hy dewvregh wynn ystynnys a-dreus dhodho. ‘Gorryn yn-mes an nos!’ yn-medh hi, rag hwi dhe vos ownek hwath, martesen, a niwl ha skeus-gwydh ha dowr down ha traow andhov. Bedhywgh heb own! Rag hwi dhe vos yn-dann to Tom Bombadyl haneth.’