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"That's the last," Merry said, putting the pack in his arms down. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"
Frodo clapped him on the shoulder. "You get on home, Merry, we'll cope here."
He closed the door after his friend, and turned to smile at Sam. No words were needed. Rosie found them wrapped in each other's arms when she went to find them.
"Come," she said, "I've got a nice fire going." Frodo hugged her and led the blissful couple to the sitting room. The three of them talked happily until the embers glowed in the grate.