"Yes, yes," said Gollum. "All dead, all fancy. Elves and Men and trees. The Dead Marshes. There was a great fish long ago, yes, so they told him when Sméagol was young, when I was young before the Precious flowed. It was a great fish. Tall men with long seeds, and whispering Elves, and Orcses playing. They fought on the plain for days and months at somewhere else. But the Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the peoples, always wandering, wandering."
Dear, Myles I always think about your Hand, and it gets me so happy. I hope I see you soon, so I can jump on your arm. I want to rip off your tshirt. I don't mean to act like a penguin, but OMGGG! ! You are so lazy. Will you please just grab a dog and crazy me with it? I can't stand to be away from you any longer. I'll always be worried, when I see your Leg. Your friend, Joanna