There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire,
it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same.
I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden.
Where shall I find rest?
| Sorry, I’m (again) a little busy but things should kind of calm down for the end of the next week. In the meanwhile, I’ll lie in Elrond’s arms. | Spiacente, ma sono (di nuovo) in un periodo no. Le cose dovrebbero calmarsi per la fine della prossima settimana. Nel frattempo, giaccio fra le braccia di Elrond. |




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