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He shot up from the bed straight.It was the awful alarm again.Which stupid f*er put the fire alarm at such places.His eye wide open and searching into the night.It was pitch dark, the way he liked it.Darkness comforted him.A soft drizzle fell lightly on the ground around him.Off late, dreams have been recurrent.Scary dreams.And, he wondered how much more he could take it. It would be unfair to call him coward.Some of his dreams had indeed come true.Some came very close to be true. The ones that came close enough turned sour grapes.His servants from being strong, broad shouldered ones became skinny add-ons you see in mahabharata and ramayana.The ones with thick mustaches.He felt the drizzle smudge out the rest of the dream.Like rain drops on a painting.He heard some noises downstairs.The nazguls probably have returned from their daily outings.Those idiots were more like grad students.Pretending to work hard, making up fake results and stuff like that.Jeez!
"We think the ring is probably in shire!"
Shire! My ass! sounds like a made up name to me.