[ frodo despite his quiet nature, his habit to keep to himself in this place, is still present. he looks far more worn (worse) than last he spoke, his eyes shadowed and blue, face pale. in his hands is a book, acquired from the library, and yes, he's aware of what's been happening.

you'd think he's speak grim words, with such a worn looking body, but instead his voice is light, faint but present: ]

Do you have a story? One that perhaps you've grown up with as a child? Or one that's stayed with you. 'That really mattered, ' As a dear friend might say.

I think I should like to hear of such stories, if you can still remember them. I asked a place before this one the same question, but each person has a different tale, or so I'd believe. What of yours? 

[ if you can still remember them in a place as dark as this, they same to grow darker still, the places he goes. ]

It has concerned me greatly of late as to what "Losing your Soul to the Tower of Animus" may mean. And I am afraid we may be witnessing the first symptoms of such a loss...

[ It's to say the ridiculous amounts of sheer foolishness that can be witnessed all around the tower, especially as of late. It is the first time since May that Gandalf posts something on the network- Nothing surprising considering his dislike of such communication means. But here and now, sending this message is absolutely necessary. ]

( Throw yourselves out of the tower next time and rid us of your stupidity )

[ on the screen is a small, unassuming character. the only startling thing about him is the large, tired blue eyes peering in. there's the glint of a chain beneath his clothes when he stirs, and over his body is a worn green cloak.

when he speaks, it's slowly, carefully. he looks pale, a bit shaken still from the network but his voice is sure: ]

While I haven't been here long, I'd like to leave as much as anyone else.

[ quietly: ]

I do not believe our homes are truly destroyed.

[ frodo's eyes lower, before he speaks again: ]

Not only that but I should like to know how many come from the world of Arda. Or 'Middle-earth'. To me, it is my home.

And..if any of you have seen a hobbit about my size, with lighter hair, a bit stout, with a frying pan? His name is Samwise Gamgee. Or perhaps a strange creature, who calls himself 'Smeagol' or 'Gollum'. He tends to like the shadows. I am..responsible for him.

[ it's sad how he's used to this. first the ship, now this strange place. it seems his road is far longer than he could have imagined, and frodo quietly despairs a little in his heart, though it stubbornly clings to hope. ]

If not, I would ask if any come from a ship called the 'Tranquility'. I had been dwelling there for a time, and would wish to know of it's fate. 

[ he seems to hesitate for a minute, but the question is necessary ]

Should you be from Middle-earth..I would ask if the Fellowship is a familiar word to any of you.