Letting the grass grow under their feet
Somehow, I still could not place a hobbit and a man on par with each other...
Of course it may sound wierd, but what I am imagining a community of hobbits dwelling happily at one corner with absolutely no doings with any other races while two entire ages pass...
Hey, those are not hairs on their feet; they are parasite weeds.
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'He wouldn't make above a mouthful,' said William, who had already had a fine supper, 'not when he was skinned and boned.'
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