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Moria

It wasn’t as if he’d never slept in the dark.

When the summer days grew hottest he’d go to the darkest cellar in Bag End to wait for evening, and stretch out on the cool stone floor with his head pillowed on his arms, breathing the good green scent of dirt caught in his sleeves and the heady bread-smell of the ale barrel. He’d fallen asleep that way more than once when he was a littling, waking with Mr. Bilbo’s oldest blanket tucked over him and the master telling his Gaffer not to shout.

He wished he could sleep now.




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Date: 2004-06-26 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lame-pegasus.livejournal.com
Fine! I can smell the ale and the dirt, and I can see the blanket - what a warm, gentle imagination of Bilbo and his quiet friendliness!

Thank you!

I am halfway through The Ringbearer and the Rose. I wasn't fast enough for this week's update, but now the translation will be online on July the 9th.

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Date: 2004-06-27 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rabidsamfan.livejournal.com
I have a mental image of Bilbo discovering the sleeping Sam and creeping hobbit quiet over with a light blanket to tuck over him, just in case the floor gets a little too chilly!

And I'm looking forward to seeing the translation. But please don't worry about how fast you're going. I can wait!
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