I break my toes a lot. Only I don't kick Uruk helmets to do it...
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Well, I am not sure that you would call this an injury, but in the autumn, I get this weird longing to go and be in the woods. I call it the wood-longing, and I think it is a bit like the sea-longing of the Elves (not that I am that important, just a Numenorean of the 7th age)
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This is what I suffer from just about all year round. In the spring I long for either Rivendell or a blossomy field or a bluebell wood, in summer I long for the fields and the sea, in autumn I long for the sea, the stone walls of Minas Tirith, or the fading woods, and in winter I long for either the fading woods, Minas Tirith, or spring.