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A drabble written to the first prompt given our team in the Back-to-Middle-Earth Month challenges.† For Iorhael for her birthday.† With thanks to RiverOtter for the beta.†
Regrets Thought at the Party
††††††††††† Today Iím thirty-three, and an adult according to society.† I can vote in the elections for Mayor.† I can handle my own money, and own property; I can make legal agreements and marry without having to seek permission.† I can found a family and father children and love a wife.† I can be a landlord.† I can head my family of name and keep its book.
††††††††††† Iím thirty-three, and have come into my inheritance, as Bilbo has just proclaimed----
††††††††††† ----just before he disappeared with a flash and a bang!
††††††††††† Why do I find myself wishing I were still thirty-two?
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