What's so tricksy about it? Perfectly good question, and you got it right!I couldn't help but thinking this was a trick question.
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What's so tricksy about it? Perfectly good question, and you got it right!I couldn't help but thinking this was a trick question.
... lit with torches on the trees and lamps swinging from the branches and fires burning on the ground;
Hobbit: Ch.8; Flies and SpidersWhen he heard that there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept, for he felt very weak and wobbly in the legs. "Why ever did I wake up!" he cried. "I was having such beautiful dreams. I dreamed I was walking in a forest rather like this one, only lit with torches on the trees and lamps swinging from the branches and fires burning on the ground; and there was a great feast going on, going on for ever. A woodland king was there with a crown of leaves, and there was a merry singing, and I could not count or describe the things there were to eat and drink."
"You need not try," said Thorin. "In fact if you can't talk about something else, you had better be silent. We are quite annoyed enough with you as it is. If you hadn't waked up, we should have left you to your
idiotic dreams in the forest; you are no joke to carry even after weeks of short commons."
The Silmarillion, Of The Rings Of Power And The Third Age.But because of the power of Gil-galad these renegades, lords both mighty and evil, for the most part took up their abodes in the southlands far away; yet two there were, Herumor and Fuinur, who rose to power among the Haradrim[.]
RotK: Book VI: Ch 1; The Tower of Cirith UngolIn that hour of trial it was the love of his master that helped most to hold him firm; but also deep down in him lived still unconquered his plain hobbit-sense: he knew in the core of his heart that he was not large enough to bear such a burden, even if such visions were not a mere cheat to betray him. The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command.
The boy drew himself up proudly. 'I am Bergil son of Beregond of the Guards,' he said.
'So I thought,' said Pippin, 'for you look like your father. I know him, and he sent me to find you.'