The day had started in a rather odd fashion, I had awoken in the beautifully scenic setting of Dawn’s Promise to find a mysterious note on my bedside table that simply said “Tolkien Day“.
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.
