TOO VERBOSE TO DIE: Bingo Bolger-Baggins
I have faced the wrath of Sauron and Melkor combined,
and live to tell the tale. Well, it wasn't quite wrath
really. More like taunts and a bit of ill-humour, I suppose. And after Sauron threw that line at me that the hobbitlings at Brandy High used to taunt me with, he sort of lost that mystique he held for me. Disappointing, really. And Melkor really didn't have anything to add either. I think I'm going to have to take my poster, "Dark Lords of Middle-earth," down now--it's lost its charm for me.
Anyway, I'm worried about leaving Farry behind, because I don't trust the dark Lord to keep his word. But there's nothing I could have done if I pressed the issue but line a few Mordor Express boxes with hobbit-hide wrappers. I'll have to devise ways of keeping tabs on his well-being though, somehow. And try to get one of the Boromirs interested in his safety as well, if we need to rescue him.
At least, Chomsky is safe. I have her here at my Grandmum's smial, and we'll stay here for the time-being. I will keep an eye on the child, for I've heard strange tales about her appetites, sweet though she seems. And I'll need to contact some of the offices in Rohan and find out the best way to ensure her well-being. It's all very strange really--we might have the official new King of Rohan right here in Hobbiton, for all I know about how this dynastic stuff works.
((Bingo-mun will be offline for most of the day on Saturday--may make a short appearance in the afternoon if I can get on my brother's computer. I'll be back to play Sunday evening.))