The hobbit finished reading the letter. He stuck it into his pocket and sat back in his chair. He watched the numerous people reading their letters. Some had joyful looks, others sad ones.
The hobbit walked up to the bar, and ordered an ale. He sat there drinking it. Letting time slip away.
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-Ever wonder whats beyond those trees?
-More trees.
'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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