And they won’t stop there, oh no: next on their list is Fangorn. *Sauron MUST be stopped!*
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I . . . I know now what I must do.
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I'm going to Mordor. I'm going to
I'm not afraid; part of me has been dead a long time, I suppose. And I've been through so much: the years I was a political prisoner in Umbar, the time we spent days trapped in the hull of a slavers ship in the effort to save the little kidnapped hobbitlings, the time we were trying to help heal rare, endangered mumakil of Khand and I spent three days with my leg caught in a trap before anyone found me. Those were hard times, to be sure . . . but this is something different I feel. My Destiny is now clear to me. The shroud of darkness has lifted. One way or another I'm going to be changed. I'm really quite famished now though--I do hope there's something tasty in the fridge--I could sure go for some mushroom turnovers and almond chocolate mousse right now.
So, I'll just get the things I need together, and then I'll go down to the Ivy Bush for a bit--it may be the last time. I may never come there again. Tomorrow morning I'll show Fatty what he needs to do to cure the viral children when they're ready. Then I'll be free to grab the next courtesy bus to Mordor and meet my Destiny. Now, if I could only find that blasted bus schedule!
