One day, the phone rang in my house. When I went to the landline phone, of which there aren't many left these days, and answered, I heard a familiar voice: "Please be attentive." -- Hello, Strange. Long time no see or hear from you. “Oh, Phantom! How many years, how many winters?” I said happily and leaned against the nearest wall. -- Yes, quite a while ago. But more about that later. I got my hands on a very interesting document. My team checked its authenticity. “How much?” I asked with interest...

https://esl-bits.eu/ESL.English.Learning.Audiobooks/0%20LOTR/06/design.html Bilbo had escaped the goblins, but he did not know where he was. He had lost hood, cloak, food, pony, his buttons and his friends. He wandered on and on, till the sun began to sink westwards—behind the mountains. Their shadows fell across Bilbo's path, and he looked back. Then he looked forward and could see before him only ridges and slopes falling towards lowlands and plains glimpsed occasionally between the trees. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed...