A sorrowspren flew around Sam and Frod. A bitterspren joined it. Even worse the long walk back home would be without them!

As they stood there, a small voice spoke, “Oof, this is awkward.”

“Yes hopefully they do the thing sooner rather than later,” said the other.

While the elven stevedores were busy loading up the boat, Mer and Pip came running down the road. Tearspren and laughterspren were not far behind.

“You tried to bail on us before,” he said, “and you would have too if it wasn’t for Gandy!”

Gandy looked at the group like they had six heads. He tried to hold in his tears like a young prince trying holding his non-caffeinated, alcohol free beverage.

Tolkien could never write such prose.