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  • Fantasy Short Stories Re: traveller

    The dark of night spilt in through the window, flooding the room inside with an impenetrable blackness. Deep in one corner something stirred, a flash of white cloth in the ...

    Feb 21, 2009


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien