Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Officious Otho |
“Order!” Otho called out. Few heeded his directive, however. The Family Heads were less likely than the remaining handful of Sackvilles to listen to the commands of the likes of Otho Sackville-Baggins. “Pardon me,” said Bilbo quietly, tapping his water glass with his spoon. All went silent immediately. They might consider me mad, Bilbo noted to himself, but at least they know that when I suggest something it usually is with good reason. Aloud he said, “I do believe Will Whitfoot wished to address us all.” Across the room he could see his cousin seething with barely suppressed, impotent fury. |