"I wake up violently, feeling as the pain strikes my face and my stomach. I scream."
Dúveon passes out in the tent as he is being treated for his wounds.
A Dream, A Nightmare
"‘A little people, but of great worth are the Shire-folk. Little do they know of our long labour for the safekeeping of their borders, and yet I grudge it not."
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