cameronjfleslie

For many days I have wished to return to the shire, alas, my valour in battle has not assisted this notion. However, if I may die, I wished upon the intention of my ashes returning there, a place of gratitude, warmth and optimism. It was of rare occasion in which hobbits went to battle. The bound sense of sporadic time had misled I into the forest, the sun had set at the north and the sun did rise at the south making way for greater powers to lurk into these times of dark pursuit. I thought of meeting the elves to assist this lost cause; they were wise, but they would not attempt endeavouring in such evil as men, dwarves and hobbits; they did

"Frobisher is dead." Proclaimed the judge of the court. "He was greatly loved by both male and female persons alike. The end was nigh; it was inevitable he was going to die." It was suggested. "Although by the means of which he has left us, I ponder on the notion that it may not have been the epidemic that has been spreading which killed him." "Objection, your honor. Frobisher was notorious for being quite an arcane character. I feel it only right if this case were to be dismissed, who cares about him anyway." His wife is dead, he has no relatives." There was an awful disruption in the court as the doors flung open and a bowtie wearing