I was enjoying a clove cigarette the other day, and it somehow distinctly reminded me of the Shire. There was something about the minty-sweet taste and the rich, spicy aroma of a good Black that made me want to actually pull out a pipe and smoke.
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But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.
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