Far Away Gardens and Cozy Smials: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[bbolger_baggins]

I had the oddest dream last night, that I was wandering through gardens, had a great want for carrots, and was not alone--I can't remember anything else, but I know there was more to it--something exquisitely strange, and yet unbearably familiar. A sign of some sort

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[bbolger_baggins]

*finishes reading the letter* As if you could be "a constant presence" under my feet. *sighs, shakes his head, pulls out paper, picks up pen and writes*

Dear Iorhael,

You are welcome to come by at any time without a horn on your head, not that there's anything wrong with having a horn on one's head if it's how one is self-styling these days; it's just that the facial form that goes with it can make talking a little more difficult, I suppose and we can talk then. The door is open and a kettle is always on. I am ready, if you are.

As always,
Bingo

*seals the letter, purses his lips, scratches the top of his feet, and sends it out with the morning post*