Aaaaaah, that's how he knows the language. Not a case of zapping over into literary worlds, but a case of real Middle-earth always there-ness. And I get my Butterbur :D
Can't have a trip to Bree without running into Butterbur. :-)
I was always struck by Merry waking with the memory of the death of the man who'd been buried in the barrow ( ...we were worsted. Ah, the spear in my heart ...) Seemed the perfect way to provide a useful, if patchy, info dump that would allow a talented linguist to start unravelling languages he'd never heard before.
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I must admit I have no idea how you are tying this story up in nine parts, but I am loving it.
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I was always struck by Merry waking with the memory of the death of the man who'd been buried in the barrow ( ...we were worsted. Ah, the spear in my heart ...) Seemed the perfect way to provide a useful, if patchy, info dump that would allow a talented linguist to start unravelling languages he'd never heard before.
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