Well, it's pushing 90 out here south of the Great Road. Phew, pant, mop! BUT, if I'm going to be able to see Gandalf's Fireworks (where do I find them? Weathertop??) then I'd best be on my little elvish way-- oh, wait, this is a hobbit walking party, I'd better come up with a hobbit name-- so I have time to get there. To Gandalf's fireworks, I mean.
Hilde, your company is delightful. Thanks SO much for the tea! And I think your petticoats are okay. Although today they must be awfully hot.
Hmmm, I wonder what my hobbit name should be. Maybe I'll try that name generator; anybody else have any luck with it?
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They spoke no more of the small news of the Shire far away; nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods.
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