When I last visited the Shire, it was with Edrahil. We had gone to Bag End to warn the inhabitants of impending terrible danger. However, after weeks of waiting, no danger appeared. Edrahil and I left the Shire in disgrace, never to return
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Edrahil and I have arrived at the door of Bag End, slightly worse for the wear. Shire mud has some sort of clinging effect to one's boots. Both Edrahil and I slipped several times while slogging to the smial. We must warn Frodo and Sam about the impending danger! Then we will hasten to Back End and warn those who may be there. We have no time to
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Edrahil and I have decided to climb down from Tobey's flet and dash over to Bag and Back Ends for the purpose of warning the hobbits of impending evil. With luck, we can get to both smials then return to the flet before Tobey and my father realize we have gone
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What a lovely view you have, Tobey! I stand with you (and Narya, of course) here on your deck and cannot imagine ever leaving it! I can see little dots of villages and trees and animals throughout the land.
Dreaming...dreaming...oh this bed is so warm! Tobey was kind enough to let me have it all to myself last night...except for Narya who has been blessedly quiet...what a dear, dear ring...
*turns onto his side pulling the furry bedspread tighter around himself; falls back to sleep*