I was exiled, cast out from my own lands, by the evil High Steward Denethor of Gondor. My heart wept and my mind railed against this injustice, yet ever foremost was my thought turned toward stopping whatever evilness the evil man was planning. Also, I hadn’t had lunch and I was getting a bit peckish. All in all, the overwhelming tragedy of my miserable lot made me quite grumpy indeed.
