This episode of an unexpected podcast is brought'm Ez, and I'm Lane, and we're

talking Tolkien. We're coming to you from Door and Shield Studios in the Shire of America,

the beautiful state of Ohio, and a little village called Amanda.

This week we've come to the end of all things.

Well, kind of.

Anyway, we're glad to be with you.

One in the words of Sam Wise the Brave, my friend, one last gasp.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sam put his ragged or cloak under his master's head and covered them both with the gray

robe of Lorian.

And as he did so, his thoughts went out to that fair land and to the elves.

And he hoped that the cloth woven by their hands might have some virtue

to keep them hidden beyond all hope in this wilderness of fear.

It seemed that in the confusion

and the mingling of many companies of various kinds,

they had not been missed, not yet at any rate.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

No time to waste, man.

So, and literally when I started reading this chapter and I was listening

to it again on the way down here, read it twice, um, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, the, who had

sewn this cloth, who, like, this is something that's woven, that was woven long ago, was given to them.

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