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action, dictated.
[ After so many tries, Frodo gave up on trying to take his moustache off.
So those wandering about the castle grounds may find a small orange creature huddled under a tree. Perhaps a child if not for the wooden pipe in his mouth, lazily trailing smoke. It is too pleasant a day to spend cooped up inside stone walls. Still, he is a curious fellow, dictating thoughtfully now to the journal: ]
I wonder who owns this yellow moustache, and if they might have kindly advice on how to smoke a pipe without accidentally setting it on fire?
[ Gandalf would know, but that is a thought much too heavy for a day so bright. ]
So those wandering about the castle grounds may find a small orange creature huddled under a tree. Perhaps a child if not for the wooden pipe in his mouth, lazily trailing smoke. It is too pleasant a day to spend cooped up inside stone walls. Still, he is a curious fellow, dictating thoughtfully now to the journal: ]
I wonder who owns this yellow moustache, and if they might have kindly advice on how to smoke a pipe without accidentally setting it on fire?
[ Gandalf would know, but that is a thought much too heavy for a day so bright. ]

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