As we go in search of your Stoor kin, I will bow to your sense of direction on our journey, Hob my friend. And the Misty Mountains! I wonder if it's true, that the caps of mountains are made of snow, even in summer? Think of the snowball fights to be had! Though if the Misty Mountains are true to their name, we're more likely in for hide-and-seek as we gather our fellow Hobbit folk in the fog. As for me, when our task is done, I'll be happy enough to settle back in the dependable comfort of the Shire. One eyeful of towering rock that covers its head in mantles of white or grey will be enough to last a lifetime of stories around the supper table.
* Erling Greenhands had waved farewell to kith and kin who'd tried to stay his leaving with "just one more helping of seedcake before you go." Tearing himself away, the Fallohide promised that the sooner he and Hob were on their way, the sooner they'd return with more guests to celebrate at bigger parties. *
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