Burying my head in books again while Dean's off doing the kind of thing everyone expects him to do. He's gonna be a lord someday; gotta keep up the family image, make an appearance at functions, prove his skills in combat. Of course, he doesn't see it that way. It's just what he does at home every day anyway, and this is what I do, so at least we're both happy. Dad needs this information; it's why we came all the way to these libraries instead of just staying home in the first place. Focus, Sam.
Focus.
Focus.
This is actually exactly what I need, and it's pretty interesting stuff; just gotta grab a pen and jot down the translation--
"Whatcha reading?"
Holy crap, there's someone in here; he can't see what I'm looking at, cover it up, quick--CRASH! And there went my chair and my dignity; ow, that's my back and my head. Well done, Sam. Very well done.
Back on my feet and I've got to try to hide some of this stuff from whoever just walked in . . . where did he go? Oh, haha, there he is. Little guy.
I want more of this. It feels incomplete; I think this is because, unlike the LOTR one I just read, I don't know the 'verse as well. Who's the little guy?
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