". . . His thoughts suddenly reeled, what if the veiled woman was the one they sought and the Hobbit woman was her prisoner, a means to enter the shire maybe? . . ."
Sitting here with my cuppa morning java like a Victorian slavering over the latest developments in my morning's spell-binding penny dreadful . . .
*mutters . . . Muddy bells! The page won't scroll down any further . . . Ack! Nor more posts to read . . .
[ October 14, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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