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Quenta sina lúmequentalë i lendo Narwamírëo ná ya utúlië máryallo Lórienessë na Imbilataris, i már Elerondo. I quenta yesta Lórienessë, i auressë nó i úvië ya ahyanë coivierya oialë. Sië yestëas,
The Underfoots are a family of curious and rather adventurous hobbits. They are the product of events long since past (and better not to be spoken of in detail just yet) between the Proudfoots and Underhills. Both these influential families would seem to rather forget or conveniently ignore the fact they are related to this most interesting of families.
It was a fierce and cold winter. I can still hear the snow cracking underneath my feets as we walked in the wilderness. In front of me, was a large man, covered in a brown thick cloak wich was needed to protect him against the chill winds. Too bad for me, I did not had such warm cloak, I only had some thin clothing I made myself before we left home. And I say 'we left home' Because the man in front of me, is known as my father. The man I now still hate till the bottom of my heart.