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[Booklover]

*nods slightly quicker*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*Treebeard voice* Don't be hasty.

[Booklover]

(That colour isn't great either)

[lass of something much]

* Naughty Hobbit sings "Home is behind the world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow to the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight.

Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall fade"

[shisteer of nothing much]

I see.

[Booklover]

Spoiler

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journety new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still 'round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

[close]

[lass of something much]

* Naughty Hobbit vomits

[Booklover]

Why?

[shisteer of nothing much]

Is this colour annoying to read?

[Booklover]

Yes.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Thought so.

[lass of something much]

Why?

"acause I 'ave nort for food!!!"

[shisteer of nothing much]

*takes another sip of tea*

[Booklover]

Then you wouldn't exactly have managed to vomit anything up.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Indeed.