Fellowship of the Laundromat

( 'What shall we wear?' asked Sam; for all he could see was the old and tattered clothes that they had journeyed in, lying folded on the ground beside their beds. 'The clothes that you wore on your way to Mordor,' said Gandalf. 'Even the orc-rags that you bore in the black land, Frodo, shall be preserved.' )

FIN

Edited so it looks like we can spell, and also to remove the Scarring Discussion of Horror and Woe (see also: Meera's mom).