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“Ai!” said Finrod. “You need not eat orc-food here, my friends — let me bring you something else!”
“Orc-food!” said Sam, indignant. “After I brought the very best shoots all the way over the sea! Elf or no, you’ve got much to learn about food yet.”
“Sit down, sit down,” said Bilbo. “This one ought to suit your tastes.” He held out a broad, flat mushroom the size of a splayed hand.
Finrod gingerly took a bite. “It’s good,” he said, surprised. “What is its name?”
“The prince of mushrooms,” said Frodo, who had been laughing to himself the whole time.
theowlandtheunicorn Sat 02 Aug 2025 09:44AM UTC
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