Durin sat at the back of the wagon, humming an old tune his mother had taught him. It was getting dark and he could here the low chirping of crickets in the grass, as the wagon slowly made its way down the dirt path.
He grinned slightly as he thought of Burzdol and the hobbits earlier. Stupid of the hobbits to pick a fight with a warrior. Then a thought struck him...That is odd! Aren't hobbits supposed to be very kind, and not like fighting? Though maybe they're starting to like the fine sport, but I doubt it...
He sighed and leaned back against the back of the wagon, looking up at the star-filled sky. He was probably just being stupid, he didn't know much about hobbits anyways.
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