*finds a note tucked into a thing*

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Mr Frodo being gone and all... I now have nothing to dream of brutally murdering. That makes me a litle sad. So I made a little shrine to him...

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Lady Blacksail? I don't think Mr Frodo will be needing our services anymore.

Excellent.

*laughs* This is even better than the nicest dreams.
*stocks up on evil stuff*

I solemnly do declare that a certain Mr Frodo Baggins has a really fat neck.

I just rode out of The Shire. Without saying goodbye. And now it is gone. *rides up to the shore*
I hope Lady Blacksail is okay...

*blinks*
*rides Moriath, away out of The Shire without saying goodbye, or bringing anything*
*blinks*

My brother fucking died. That makes me cross. But now he's alive again. That makes me happy.
*inspects property page in sockpuppets*
Hmm...