When the Winds Blow Across the Map of Middle Earth…

My feet have grown furry and large… Okay, so maybe that is a dramatic overstatement (some may say outright lie), however, the sentiment is there.  The rolling green hills of the Shire.  A foamy draft in front of me at the table.  A disdain for adventure.  No…wait, not that last part.  In spirit I am … Continue reading When the Winds Blow Across the Map of Middle Earth…