The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.





The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.






The Hobbit wrote:Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.

Ɖяαɢσи Ɯσℓғ wrote:Tony grabbed her hand and stood up, enjoying the rain and hating it at the same time. Usually at District 9 with all the factories, people got sick and died all the time from acid rain burns and too much smog intake. This rain, real rain, was refreshing to him. But the fact that it was cold, hard, and pounding down everywhere in all directions, made it a little less appealing.





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