The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.
You have to understand the good in things, to detect the real evil.
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep...that have taken hold.
I have no help to send, therefore I must go myself.
It was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort
Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless?