[Raefindel]

Yes, My son likes there too, Ravena. I have to put something about coffee in every one.

Fog on the Barrow-Downs

There was a loud rumbling sound, as of bath tubs sewing and making coffee, and suddenly sharks streamed in, real sharks, the plain sharks of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's ear; and there was Tom's lip (lipstick, lip ring, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the elbow of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not shave, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very achy.

Tom stooped, removed his mini skirt, and came into the dark chamber, singing:

Get out, you old ferret! Vanish in the curling iron!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the strong peninsula far beyond the cave!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.


At these words there was a hiss and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a plop. Then there was a long trailing creek, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.