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 “And I say unto you, Thorin Oakenshield…” The huddled crowd of Lake-Town awaited the word of the Master with baited breath, most fearing that he would expel the Dwarves of Erebor that had come. The Master’s eyes had narrowed as he stared down Durin’s folk… then he threw his arms wide. “Welcome!” Cheers erupted through the whole of the town square: citizens embraced one another and children ran to take the delightful message to their families. Bard alone glowered at the son of Thrain, who glared right back with pride. “Come in, come in!” the Master beckoned to the rag-tag ban

Batten down the hatches, boys: Bullets fly, so make your choice. Rise above the plains and trees, Rise up to those starry seas. Past those laws and ill reports May just be a home of sorts. Is there something meant to be For us on those starry seas? If you want a bit of peace, There’s a morsel flying free Out there on those starry seas...

I let the darkness shut me in and waited, half with dread— But half with joy to hear that voice awake inside my head: “There’s much potential power here — as is in every child — To be admired, envied, loved, entrusted, or reviled. “A war may come when you are grown, and which side would you choose? For one side will be victors, and the other side will lose. "You could be an (1) Advisor — or the very (2) King of all! Perhaps a (3) Mighty Warrior who can well defend the walls… "Or you could just a (4) Peasant be, with little skill to fight And in the end, lay down your life… but for the

Redbeard, Redbeard Where’s my bonny sailor? Died upon a Man o’War, Born upon a whaler Redbeard, Redbeard Where’s my hound a-howling? Somewhere in these palace halls Prancing and a-prowling Redbeard, Redbeard Where’s my Irish setter? Come and soothe your dying boy: Come make me feel better.

[Memory 16, December 24th] "Many Russkie sing to their neighbors on Christmas Eve," Sasha explained cheerily to Jason as she led the company down the stairwell. "It is not traditsii in my family always, but we do take walks before dinner. It makes you more hungry." "I'm already golodayushchii," Grigory snorted, brushing out the front door. "Just be patient," Alkaev told him, holding the door open for Bourne to walk through. Jason hesitated, then pulled on the ushanka just before he stepped out onto the street. Sasha beamed when she saw the hat and mittens. "Krasivyi," Grigory confirmed, winking at Bourne with a crooked grin. "Now you loo