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After finishing reading the last one, Hilde pulled out a bright slip of paper from her pocket and fastened it to the tree with the others, before walking off to enjoy the entertainments.
Happy anniversary dearest Barrow Wight,
Who through the ages dark and bright,
Has ensnared the careless traveler who,
In searching out fair Middle Earth,
Has stumbled upon the Barrow Downs.
And recognizing this site of worth,
Cannot cast off the pale gowns,
Nor gems that you bestow.
But haunting ever, linger here,
And still our ranks do grow,
And you in blackened Barrow lurk,
Amidst a greenish glow,
We hope with all our heart we do,
That you will stay here ever,
And that those slender links we have,
You do not choose to sever.
With thanks to all,
For your sacrifice!
H.B.
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