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This Could Be The Last Time
He remembered the very first time; here at Mithlond, scant days after his arrival, as he tried to come to terms with this body that kept him earthbound and learn its strengths and limitations.
Such a long time before, it seemed now; for the hroar had kept him also time-bound. Soon he would be Olórin again, free of bodily encumbrance at will. For old times sake he purposefully supped much wine, with many toasts to absent friends.
Boarding next morning, predictably heavy-eyed and empty-bellied, Gandalf thought that, strangely, he would miss such bodily discomforts more than anyone would ever know.