"I tell you, I villl zpeak to no vone," said Shélobe.
"That altogether sudronique seclusion may not be possible here in Annuminas," said the Count. "You must learn the life of the northern countries as you have those of the South and even of Morie, where the local habits are rather more inflammatory than here. That will continue to serve you, whether you return to Harade or live in the West."
"Vhezher vee rreturrrn, you mean, eez eet no, my lorrdd?"
"Oui, ma fille," said Monte Fato. "You know I will never leave you. It is not the pod that abandons the Orc, nor the wearer that abandons the ring; but the Orc that leaves the pod, and the ring its wearer."
"I vill neeffvverr leavvfe you, my lorrrrd," said Shélobe. "Szooner leaffvesz ze fvly se net, orr ze Frrodo ze catfviszzsh, zan zat I should leaffve you."
"Poor child," said Monte Fato. "In a thousand years I shall be an enormous red eye, but you shall still be in the flush of youthful beauty that dies not. I fear you may grow weary."
