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Adjusting to Humanity
It was cold. It had snowed earlier and there was a bitter wind that drove the chill and damp deeper into flesh and bone.
Gandalf, for such he was in this company, pulled his woollen cloak tighter around himself and wished that the large grey hat (which had seemed such an interesting choice when he had first seen it) came down more closely over his ears. Ears that ached, dully.
He could, of course, go nearer the fire but, as the voice of one fellow traveller droned on and on, he decided he preferred the more physical form of earache.