A Hobbit of the Shire; running free with the winds of the North; I long to ride with the men of the Mark and to sing with the Elves of Rivendell.
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And here he was, a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate.
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