After he had finished his toast, Biffo the Hobbit sighed contentedly, and mentally notched up two more wonderful breakfasts enjoyed in the comfort of The Shire. His was truly a blessed life. He could see through the somewhat grimy windows of the Common Room that the leaden sky of the morning had opened up a little, and a clear and crisp winter's day was on the way.
Bidding farewell to his cousin Belle, and to the Elf-maid Beruthiel, Biffo stood up and ambled his way towards the door.
"Thank you kindly!" he called over towards the innkeeper and those of her staff not too busy to notice. He smiled at any of the patrons who looked his way, and even nodded a curt farewell to the Warrior of Minas Tirith. Biffo planned to walk about Bywater a bit, maybe even up towards Hobbiton or The Hill. It was a nice part of The Shire, here. Unsure if he would return that evening, or whether some other idea would present itself, the Hobbit plucked his pipe from his breeches as he opened the door and strolled out into the sunlight.
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But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name'.
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