‘Well, Frodo, now at last we understand one another,’ said Faramir. ‘If you took this thing on yourself, unwilling, at others’ asking, then you have pity and honour from me. And I marvel at you: to keep it hid and not to use it. You are a new people and a new world to me. Are all your kin of like sort? Your land must be a realm of peace and content, and there must gardeners be in high honour.'
- You like the Windmill? Thought it was a real calm, zen sort of place.
- I did, it was a nice touch.
Golden bees. The honey bee. 1890. Book cover, detail.
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British Library digitised image from page 34 of “Fairy Mary’s Dream. By A. F. L. With illustrations by the Author” (1870)
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“Ron, you’re making it snow,” said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall.
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