Vancouver. Cheaper drinks and bicycleable.
I hope it stays there forever. The encampment, not the people.
Isolated track
Hobbits get hungry.
Amidst all the war, nothing.
No cheese is in sight.
The outer wall falls.
Helm's Deep rich with Urik-hai
Now waits for the sun.
Peasants fear the sounds.
The towers lust the conquest.
Rohan is eclipsed.
With nowhere to turn
And no leverage to be gained
Men find their horses.
Such a precious steed
Wrapped with armor head to hoof
Carry rider's hopes.
Dull blades scream for more.
Shields echo more punishment.
The dead know nothing.
Quixotic attempt
To hide "from all else that moves,"
said, "A diversion."
In a great contest
an elf's abysmal quiver
loses to an axe
looking for 3wheelers in the streets. Curious what "brown fat" means