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Yesterday I met Amorey and Tukko in the Pony which was quite a surprise. I was in my thoughts, sitting there on my bed (comfortably soft with its warm checkered bedlinen) as they showed up - at first opening slightly the door and then yanking it wide open.

This poem
Of fiery flames and halls of old,
Of things that scare, and tales untold,
Of birds that sang and Spring that sprang

Up on her feet, following the road
To the meadows sweet, jump over a moat,
Where no soul her song can hear
Not foul nor blessed, not horse or bear
Like the Fire itself she dances there
Knowing it not; the morn is here

When one walks down the Hill towards Hobbiton and Bywater, this one can hear peculiar rumours. Such as there are longshanks walking freely in the Shire doing what they please or that the young Baggins has now, too, disappeared. I do not know which ones of them rumours are true but that I know. The one telling about the most skillful sculptor in Overhill, that is not only a hearsay.

Dear diary of mine,

Dear diary of mine,

I met today two new hobbitses. Their names were Ardo and Inula, I believe... Very well, I did not "meet" them in the proper meaning of the word... but they were just so cute together that one could not help herself... This Ardo was wearing a many times patched-up waistcoat and according to what I found out by listening, he hails from Hobbiton and is very very fond of Inula. Inula, then, had a light reddish brown hair and a funny green dress. As one was following them, she had to sigh of happiness. The first lovebirds of the Spring.

Dearest (and yet the only) diary of mine,

it was another rainy day in the Shire yesterday, which means that I had to spend the whole morning brushing Silas' coat. He loves mud baths even more than bucking me off to a pond. My effort was in vain though for after I had went inside to take a sip of my already cold tea, Silas was again entirely covered by mud.