Somewhat puzzled I wandered outside and found some foxes, keeping a close eye on them, the largest one sniffed me and said “Dwarfins now, Elves, Wizards, Hobbits, Humans, what is going on?”
More than a tad alarmed and wondering how much mead I had actually drunk last night if talking foxes were on the scene I shrugged my shoulders.
“Tolkien Day” implored the fox.
I decided I needed to walk further afield, the rustic buildings and well placed bridges saw me journey in the direction of The Hill.
I could see in the distance that there was much activity, so I moved closer to see what was happening. All sorts of beings were preparing what looked like an unexpected party, fireworks, food, mead ….this looked interesting, so I moved closer.
“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” I heard someone muttering.
“You can’t say that!” someone else exclaimed.
Someone turned towards me, how could she have seen me? “Aha” she said, “You got my note”. I realised that Sonya Marmurek was talking to me, I tried to hide once more but there was no getting away, no matter how much I protested that I didn’t want an adventure today, that I would invite her for tea, maybe tomorrow.
Alas it was to no avail, so today at 2pm SLT I may very well be at an unexpected party at The Hill to celebrate the work of author JRR Tolkien. I may be hiding on the bridge at Dawn’s Promise, but I shall probably be found lurking somewhere.
Those who don’t want to join an unexpected party may instead want to join in with the many activities that The Literary Festival have arranged for today .
Eleventy First, what sort of age is that, this wouldn’t happen in a mine!