For Maia .... little guessing game :o)
In the morning Frodo woke refreshed. He was lying in a bower made by a living tree with branches laced and dooping to the ground; his bed was of fern and grass, deep and soft and strangely fragant. The sun was shining through the fluttering leaves, which were still green upon the tree. He jumped up and went out.
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Lemme see... it´s in the Shire... the morning after Frodo, Pip and Sam met the Elves?
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Meanwhile... hit me with one more before I go to bed....? :o)
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And I must say, excellent job Maia! Twas a toughie...
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