'I am not deaf!' came the exasperated voice from the net. 'I have no magic, nor can I grant you any wishes!'
Though mine would be to peck your wooden heads until some sense came into them! he thought to himself.
He fixed the hobbit holding him with a beady eye. 'Just let me out of here, if you please. I have come to speak with you about your mission.'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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