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Crooked Games (Frodo, Pippin, Merry, Gimli)

Alternate Viewpoints: "The Clouds Burst"


Crooked Games

“You are playing some crooked game of your own, Master Gandalf.”
Thorin Oakenshield, “The Quest of Erebor”, UT


He left us then, our hearth flickering with the image of dragon-fire in Eriador. “Old Gandalf’s not so close as he once was,” Pippin said.

“Aye,” said Gimli, “but does not say everything.” His brows gathered like storm clouds.

“What do you mean?” I said. “I for one have never heard the tale told so plain!”

“He knew those orcs were coming from the North. Yet he gave no warning.”

“But he guessed that an old man’s words would go unheeded,” Merry said. “Old feuds and old gold cloud the mind.”

“And Thorin died,” said Gimli. “A costly game indeed.”


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