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Fog on the Barrow Downs [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

There was a loud rumbling sound, as of pencils leaping and tip-toeing, and suddenly peacocks streamed in, real peacocks, the plain peacocks of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's belly button; and there was Tom's hand (glove, mitten, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the phlanges of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not jump, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very yucky.

Tom stooped, removed his sock, and came into the dark chamber, singing:

Get out, you old dove! Vanish in the poop!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the stupid ravine far beyond the cliff!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand forever shut, till the world is mended.

At these words there was a bleep and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a honk. Then there was a long trailing oink, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.

*lol* NazgulNumberTen! Puke-hued? Never would have come up with that one!
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[ October 01, 2002: Message edited by: TolkienGurl ]