21. Riding a Swan
Of course you can ride on a swan, Petal said gold-eyed. Here is one now.
And Frodo climbed onto its back. Up it went, into the infinite blueness. And he felt that he was inside a morning-glory that had grown huge. Below him were clouds like endless fields and mountains and copses of snow. And more swans floating in lakes of lavender.
Then it went dark and there were silver stars, and some fell on him and stuck, singing.
And Sam looked at his glowing face shaded in greenness.
What are you dreamin' of this time, Mister Frodo? he wondered.