you think of beautiful things and you know that they are real, that they exist in real life, and that they are worth fighting for. because you imagine the green forests of the shire, you imagine mirkwood and what's become of it - you know that even in it's darkest times you'd still like to go there and see -, you think of rivendell and lothlorien, of the little shire rivers, of the things that grow.
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