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Time diminishes. The very essence, very core of my spirit is tense. Men are moving into The East as darkness lingers on the edge of a precipice. The age of the elf nears an end as we move to a brighter shore. The question still remains, while your heart rings true. What shall you do with the time that is given you? Do not squander it foolishly on ill-gotten pursuits. Thrive to maintain your grace, sweet hobbit. For time may be the only thing we will have to hold on to, when light and darkness clash.