"Behold!" replied the abbé. He pulled out from under his bed a very ancient manuscript written on the fell of Samouard dared not guess what creature. Gamgès gazed with fascination at the fiery letters:
"Today, the 25 Lotesséal 3018, having been invited to dinner by His Elvenness Elrond VI, and fearing that, not content with overcharging for the margaritas, he wishes to inherit my Ring and reserves for me the fate of Isildour and Anarion, murdered through poison, I declare to my son and universal heir Fredegario Sauron that I have buried, in a place known to him from having visited it with me, that is, in the cracks in the Isle of Monte Fato, all that I possessed of ingots, mithril, minted gold, talking swords named Gourthand, Arquenpierres, One Ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them, escargots, diamonds, jewels, umbrellas, opera glasses, palantirs, and sundry other richesses; that I alone know the existence of this treasure, which is valued at almost two million gold pieces, and which he will find after having raised the twentieth rock after the boiling of the thrush in wine (preferably Chianti or Monte-Oiolosseo) on Durin's Day. Two openings have been made in these rocks; the treasure is in the furthest corner of the second, under the Great Eye; which treasure I bequeath to him in full ownership, as my sole heir."
"The treasure," concluded Frodia, "is worth more than the entire realm of Arnor."
