septemberepisode: I remember him still, Frodo, lad; how could I not, when I’d told him off for nearly breaking my mother’s Westfarthing pottery the day I met him? I remember his golden hair and his lively manner, and how he and his brother so often
tags: the hobbit, fili, end me, queue
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