““Aye, aye, there was all one wood once upon a time from here to the Mountains of Lune, and this was just the East End. ‘Those were the broad days! Time was when I could walk and sing all day and hear no more than the echo of my own voice in the hollow hills. The woods were like the woods of Lothlórien, only thicker, stronger, younger. And the smell of the air! I used to spend a week just breathing.””
