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Originally Posted by The Squatter of Amon Rûdh
If I'm not dead, why did they put me in a barrow? And why did my ear just fall off?
By the way, 'cold be hand and heart and bone' is right. I haven't had a fire for five years, and nobody thought to leave me any scotch. Even my chilblains are shivering.
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Lol! Perhaps we've been drawn in by a wight hoping for amenities like a fire & a good glass of scotch? Lack of either would explain the mournful song Frodo heard in the barrow. No wonder the wights were always in such a foul mood. (Alas, JRRT never described any of the Free Peoples carrying a good single malt in their backpacks. Or even any tequila.)