Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Smoke and Mirrors |
Day two: Card: The Magician |
| 'Twas a night of lights and strangeness – his abiding memory is of lantern light beneath the Party Tree, of fireworks, a speech, then the flash and bang and shocked faces. And had there been, just ere the outburst of babble, a laughing echo? Fatty did not know then, and does not know now. But despite the calming teacakes and cordial, all night his stomach had roiled – he'd not sat well with the world. Something had stirred in him the night that Bilbo Baggins left. So when he opens his door to all frowns and secrets Merry, he lets him in... |