Let the 2021 Silmaril Awards Commence! Nominations Open for Most Silver Tongue

As I stroll up the lane of beautiful little hobbit holes, I find myself nearing a grassy hill with a round green door. A curly-headed hobbit looks up from his pipe and smiles pleasantly.


“Good morning!” His greeting is noncomittal. A thing you say to passersby.

I pause. “Good morning, Bilbo.”

He frowns around his pipe. “Did Gandalf send you? I’m not in the mood for another adventure at present.”

“It’s that time of year again, Bilbo.”

At this, his eyes spark with interest. “September already?” He pulls out his pocketwatch and inspects it. “You are early,” he accuses.

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