Now that Frodo-lad is gone, it's time for me to be on my way. I'm sorry to have lied to Frodo-lad, but I had no choice. I may never be back again. If that is the case, the Shed Smial and all that is in it I leave to him in this will.
When I walk into Barad-dur, I may never walk out again. So I must remember to try the pizza *before* I go in--they say the Mordor-baked ones are the best--mustn't forget.