Tag: Hobbit-hole

  • E√§rendil: Starlight in the Night

    In a hole in the ground there laid an Englishman. Not a nice Hobbit-hole filled with good company, butter, and bread. But a nasty, dirty hole filled with disease and memories of the dead. ¬† In the darkened pit, beneath the Somme, he began To think, to look, to pen great wonders beyond men. Far […]