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The Guy Who Be Short awoke with a start. How could he have dozed off during his vigil? But the start was a pleasant one, for once more the landscape around him was a pleasing gold, black and green.
Just as things should be, he muttered.
Initially he had panicked to find himself in a bare, blank world devoid of intelligent life. Who could have Forbidden him from his own home? How? Perhaps somebody has simply painted his corneas white?
What were his fellow Rohirrim doing without him?
Fortunately, he had been able to gather his wits with surprising speed for one so small. Engaging in a strange form of osanwe-kenta with 538 passing butterflies and a two headed demon, he established that all the inhabitants of Rohan were blinded by the Whiteness. He quickly deduced that something must have got into the water, and that there was nothing to fear. A few hours later, if he trusted to the Great Wight in the sky, all would revert to normal...
Unfortunately, he had to spend quite a few hours in what some of the Rohirrim call the Rëal World, that is, an odd little place in the back of his mind with no resemblance to reality whatsoever.
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