The rain in the Misty Mountains didn’t just fall; it hammered against the stone like the fists of an angry giant. Inside the cramped, flickering warmth of a cavernous alcove, Bilbo Baggins sat perched on a crate of dry tack, his small, hairy feet dangling. Before him lay a massive, leather-bound volume—the Index of the Hobbit Top
the cave was silent save for the rhythmic snoring of Bombur. Bilbo’s hand trembled slightly as he dipped the quill one last time. Tea, afternoon. Four o'clock sharp. index of the hobbit top
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