***Shire***
High above, a robin settled into a perch on a branch of a pine tree. This simple action dislodged a pine cone which fell towrds the ground with ever increasing speed. The pine cone's engagement with the floor of the glade was interrupted, however, by a Hobbit's head.
"Ow!" cried Brando, rubbing his head and picking out pieces of broken pine cone. The Elf laughed...
__________________
Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
|