I spent the day reading Merry bedtime stories. I wanted to tell him gory war stories about Denethor and company, but Gandalf didn't think that would be such a good idea. What does he know? Oh, well, Merry has been so out of it that he probably wouldn't understand anyway. He's always either calling for his mommy or for another cold drink from Barliman...I think the poor boy finally lost it. At least he gets three square meals a day, though he throws most of it up. Waste of good food. Speaking of food, I think I'll help myself to elevenses before I go to war to be killed.
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Soli Deo Gloria
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