...there lived a eerrrrrr shall we say "an"...

[frodofigment]

Returning to Hobbiton has been a rather anxious ordeal for me. When I first revisited this land, I was a bit single-horned minded in what I intended to accomplish. I admit that I played a bit of a thief before I returned to the Realm. Upon my return I took to some gardening which seemed to be greatly appreciated by some of my fellows. Often times I

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[halfastgamgee]

*eyes the hobbit, goes through his memory for images of al the Frodo's and Bingo's he's met, decides this is Iorhael*

Mr. Iorhael, is it? *wonders if Bingo knows he is back*

*clears hs throat* It's a small smial, sir--good for an old couple, not so good for a growing family, I reckon. The study is particularly fine looking with a big bay window, bigger than your average smial door. *eyes the hobbit* So you're in the market for a smial, sir?

[frodofigment]

*smiles* Yes, yes, that's it. You're...Halfast? Is that right?

Well, I certainly don't intend to do any expanding. Oh, the window does sound nice....
*nods* Yes, I am, and I'm willing to pay whatever price you're asking for this particular smial. It seems as if it would suit my needs just fine. *squints, searching his memory* Did...that marvelous Took woman... what was her name? Mirabella, that's it. Please do excuse my memory. I'm just recovering it. Did Mirabella design it?

[halfastgamgee]

Yup. Best to my knowledge, sir.

*eyes him somewhat suspiciously and nods* Yup, she did all right. So where did your memory get to, Mr. Iorhael?

[frodofigment]

My home land began a gradual collapse due to intellectual famine, and I lapsed into a delusional self loathing depression, allowed myself to die... dragging many of my companions along with me. One of them lived through chance, and started bringing things back around. My return was more gradual than the land itself, and I came back as a unicorn. I refused to acknowledge my past for a long time. I eventually had the idea that coming back here would renew my memory, so I did... but it was not the right time for that. The writers made me realize that, and I began to agree with them due to the fact that I still had not recovered my former memory entirely. I took some more time back in my home land to think and focus on recovering that part of myself.

.....*bites his lip, thinking he has blathered on too formerly and in an improper way* In short, I died.