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Hunt It, Kill It, Cook It
Léof likes a quiet life. His father sees things slightly differently.
Hunt It, Kill It, Cook It
Ithilien, in the Fourth Age
Léof likes a quiet life. He sees his future self as a Ranger, far from company, self-reliant. His father’s experience differs – and he has a troop of co-conspirators to call upon. Most boys have childhood friends like this only in imagination.
With a sharp-eyed Elf he steals through the woods, one hand upon his bow, the other gesturing, signalling, speaking without words. With a round-faced Halfling, he forages, fetches water, seasons and shares food. With a weather-beaten King, he sets fires, swaps watches, fills hour upon hour with silent comradeship.
From his careful father, he learns the vitality of fellowship.
Hunt It, Kill It, Cook It
Ithilien, in the Fourth Age
Léof likes a quiet life. He sees his future self as a Ranger, far from company, self-reliant. His father’s experience differs – and he has a troop of co-conspirators to call upon. Most boys have childhood friends like this only in imagination.
With a sharp-eyed Elf he steals through the woods, one hand upon his bow, the other gesturing, signalling, speaking without words. With a round-faced Halfling, he forages, fetches water, seasons and shares food. With a weather-beaten King, he sets fires, swaps watches, fills hour upon hour with silent comradeship.
From his careful father, he learns the vitality of fellowship.
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"O my Far Harad, o my new-found land..."?
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Have I ever said anything different!? ;-)
"O my Far Harad, o my new-found land..."?
Love it.
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Quite the contrary. (Let me count the ways...) I'm just not very with it this evening.
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*grins* Have a good night's sleep, Az.
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