Cold be platter under stone
And dry be meat left on the bone
A barrow is a hungry place
We'll feast on almost any race!
And what else would a hobbit-wight be up to? [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
Mmmm. It's time for first supper now that I think of it!
The wight of the little old hobbit trundles out of his round little barrow door upon his ghastly green bare feet and waits for hapless passers-by...
"Good Evening," he said brightly to an unwitting pedestrian, walking her obnoxious little dog on his very street. "Won't you come in for....dinner?"
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