uncomfortableBut what a trying day we all had! I wrote Lobelia a letter this afternoon requesting a council meeting to discuss the matter of the LMTI, so I hope she sets it quickly, before my party and I depart on our trip. But on to cheerier thoughts: how marvelous that our smialhold is becoming so intertwined with Bag End!
*Bingo put down his pen, put away the newspaper, climbed into bed, and quickly fell into an exhausted sleep. It was not long before the sun peeked over the gentle hills of the Shire when he woke with a start.*
I just had the most troubling dream! Everything and everyone around me seemed so . . . large . . . perhaps this was a memory though of being a koala? But that's not the troubling part. Folly. In my dream . . . oh, how I wanted him! Good Eru! But if this were a memory . . . I just can't imagine it! Not my old chum Folly! It's never been like that between us, and it's just . . . he's so . . . breezy. How could anything have transpired between us that would have left me in such a state that I needed the comfort of forgetfulness to heal my troubled heart? Let this only be a much addled and quite improbable dream and not a memory, please Elbereth.
*climbs out of bed, paces*
