Nov 20, 2013
*sneezes and sniffles*
Well, the cold is making its rounds in the Shire, and it has finally reached me. I'd suggest avoiding me at all costs over the next few days if you'd rather stay healthy.
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*sneezes and sniffles*
Well, the cold is making its rounds in the Shire, and it has finally reached me. I'd suggest avoiding me at all costs over the next few days if you'd rather stay healthy.
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Maybe it was Frodo's imagination, but his symptoms seemed to be worse this year than last year. He hoped to have adjusted to the pain by now, but it only bothered him more. It felt as if ice was flowing through his veins rather than blood, and his whole house looked dark even though it was a perfectly clear day.
He hoped for some company for at least part of the day. Maybe a little bit of conversation would keep him in the present. Reliving his memories was the worst part of October the sixth, and he would gladly welcome any distraction.