Character: A Certain Hobbit
Disclaimer: A Toast - ‘The Professor! For all of this is his.
A fine, fair day, full of promise, a day for new beginnings... Soft breezes through bright, whispering brook-willows prompted pleasant thoughts...
‘I’ll change... work on the vegetable garden without Da nagging, do some kindness at least... once a week.’ It was his birthday, and the world was his for the taking...
All was aright - until that stupid hobbit wouldn’t give him his present – ‘it should have been mine!’
Thoughts of turning over a new leaf...? He felt the ring-song run through him, like frost under the skin... but the only leaves he turned were old ones... to hide the body.