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The winged hobbits have grown claws and are angry... Quorin's remains are scattered around the room but I pegged the main hobbit responsible for Quorin's death really good. Grima, Trotter and Thorondir have been fighting them off and I, warrior maiden of Araw, have been hovering. At the beginning I was able to chuck a few thing like paperweighs and a few books but it's exhausing being incorpreal and influancing the corpreal world. Don't feel like I could push a feather half a millimeter. And it's frustrating having to watch everyone else have all the fun. Oh well.
Duck Grima!
Duck Grima!