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Isengar Took had returned from his travels. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find Hildifons,” he said quietly to Belladonna. “I tried.”
Belladonna nodded. “I am just glad you are home, dearest. Two sons is enough for Father and Mother to lose.”
The gaggle of hobbit-children searched for their names. He’d brought at least one gift for everyone.
Isengar looked up. “Bilbo-lad?”
Bilbo trotted to his uncle’s side. “Uncle Gar!”
“This is for you.” He helped the lad unfasten the case and lift out the object.
“What is it, Uncle Gar?”
“It is a spyglass! You can see things far away. Look!”