it is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. such a little thing.
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.
on indefinite hiatus
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it is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. such a little thing.