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'Where am I, and what is the
time?' he said aloud to the ceiling.
'In the Hourse of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning,' said a voice. `It is the
morning of October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know.'
'Gandalf!' cried Frodo, sitting up. There was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by the
open window.
'Yes,' he said, 'I am here. And you are lucky to be here, too, after all the absurd things
you have done since you left home.'
