From my middle-earthian writings...
confustication PART ONE A wizard and a hobbit met in a little pub in Bree And drank together for a while, though neither one, you see, Was in a very cheerful mood, as life had lately not been good For either nor the other, in fact! Between their complaints and their fair pints a-flowing, Trust and good fellowship fast were a-growing: The hobbit sighed, if thee was me--likewise if me was thee-- How differently the world would act! The wizard, by now quite far gone in his drinking, muttered some... Sign in to see full entry.