Hob pulled his hand back a bit as Erling loosed the net.
So it's spyin' on us, you're doin', is it? You wants to know our business, assumin' we have any? Who's so eager to be knowin' the habits of some simple hobbits? You don't look like crebain to me.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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