Darkness Got You Like Shelob Gor Frodo,

Your Dad Would Stake Me Out To Freeze If I Let You Fall And Hurt Yourself." He Offered Me His Arm, Which I Latched Onto Gratefully. "he Wouldn't Stake You Out," I Panted As We Forced Our Way Through The Hard Top Layer Of Snow That Was Almost Thigh Deep. "he'd Just Shoot You." "well That's A Comfort.

Merry Meet, Merry Part, And Merry Meet Again

They Done Wrong Like Ink From A Busted Pen Thrown Away 'cause Of Someone Else Used Up But He Come Back Dressed In Night Fine As A King With His Queen The Wrong Made Right So Right.

How Will It Ever Be Bearable, Priestess?” His Voice Was Rough. He Sounded Completely Broken. “you’ll See Her Again. She’s With Nyx Now. She’ll Either Wait For You In The Goddess’s Meadow, Or She’ll Be Reborn And Her Soul Will Find You Again During This Lifetime. You Can Bear It Because You Know That Spirit Never Really Ends-we Never Really End.

No, My Young Apprentice. You Said The Exact Right Thing. Again. I'm Just Laughing At Life." "why?" He Asked, Opening Both His Eyes. "because Sometimes It's Either Laugh Or Cry. I Prefer Laugh. How About You?