Paper Telephone.

[Aganzir]

Aurë entuluva!

In a hole in the ground there lived a Hookbill.


Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy TGEW, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat;

Afraid of the night, Huor agonizes that it will never be light again, while Hurin assures him that it is only temporary.

It was a hobbit-hole, and that means Galadriel55.


It had a perfectly round door like a Lommy, painted green,

When the darkness falls, Húrin comforts his brother Huor.

With a shiny yellow brass Oddwen in the exact middle.