He’s enjoying his afternoon tea…send a dwarf to knock on his door. Send more dwarves. Send more. A few more. Now send the wizard.

One year to the day we lost Reinhardt von Krieger. The “most famousest of hobbits (and that’s sayin a lot)”. I still miss my brother every day, it still feels like I’m stumbling in the dark without an arm at times, but…life goes on.

'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 miss you, brother. Enjoy a pint and a pipe with The Professor for me. We’ll meet again, across the Great Sea, one day. Until then…we’ll carry on.

Happy birthday, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins.