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After a few detours Tom was finally reaching the company when the sun was already setting. He hadn't heard but a fraction of what had been said as he had wandered a bit farther he had thought he would and almost gotten lost. He noticed the wizard Radagast whom he had known for ages and with whom he shared his passion to nature and all things living. Tom asked him to fill him in with the Day's discussions. It would take a while, but then again only a while.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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