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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level Eleven, Tookland


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I went to the Great Smials in Tookborough today to learn more about Bullroarer Took, and the battle of the Gladden Fields, where he slew a great goblin and invented the game of golf. As I browsed the books there, the librarian asked me to help with a bear problem behind the Smials. He is concerned about the ghost of the Old Took perusing the stacks.


While I was out back, I found a lost pig, and took her back home.


I thought about how this had all started. In Archet, when the Blackwolds attacked the town. No, even before that. The dark riders. They had been the hidden force behind the Archet invasion. Could they be responsible for the spread of the goblins in the north of the Shire? They had been looking for Baggins. Certainly not that buffoon Mundo...

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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level Ten, Tuckborough


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I woke up with an intense desire to not be an adventurer, not be a bounder… just be a hobbit. My thoughts from yesterday still weighed on my mind, and I wished I’d never gone to Archet, nor up to Scary. I had to find something to take my mind off these things. So I went to Blossom Proudfoot, the Mistress of the Crafting Guilds, and asked her what I could do that was both useful and mindless, so to speak.


She asked what I liked to do, and I said “play my music,” of course. Then she challenged me in a way I never considered: I could learn woodworking, and make my own instruments.



So today, I began the journey to woodworking mastery, and set off to chop, finish, and build with wood.  I chopped wood, and made a short, stout bow. This will be fun...

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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level Nine, Waymeet


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I am haunted by the fact that in my run around the Shire yesterday, I saw hobbits north, in Scary and Overhill who both were afraid of goblins. Goblins! There haven’t been goblins in the Shire since Bullroarer Took drove them out ages ago. And yet… I met hobbits who had seen them. I found one myself, and brought him down with my song.

Today I decided that if I was going to wear the cap of a bounder, I best take my duties seriously, and see what I could do to help the gentlehobbits and lady hobbits around me. If the dark times that have come to Archet are coming to the Shire, then maybe I’m not the adventurer my Da was, but I can damn sure stick my blade where it belongs.

Of course, that meant closing up shrew burrows…


Collecting wayward chickens…


In fact, after chasi...

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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level Seven, The Delving Fields


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Mail delivery!


Well, I never thought something like mail delivery would be a career, but after those harrowing experiences in Archet, delivering the mail seems more up my alley. Postmaster Proudfoot has me delivering packages across the Shire… I just have to take care that nosey hobbits don’t waylay me and make me late. It’s tougher than it sounds!


I did feel that my experience needed to be put to good use, though. I went and joined the Bounders — the hobbits who help maintain the Shire’s safety for hobbitfolk. I got a neat feather cap to go with it. I wonder what kind of tasks they’ll put me through?


The mail took me all over the Shire. I went from the Delving Fields to Waymeet, all the way out to Needlenose, then back to Michel Delving...

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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level Six, Archet


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I forced myself awake from the Lady Galadriel’s dream. The Blackwolds were not going to wait until morning to attack Archet. They meant to do it this very night! I had to talk to a man named Atli Spider-Bane, who said we could block the east wall to prevent them from infiltrating that way. A stout wall plus the spiders who thrive in that canyon would kill the Blackwolds out. I went with him to inspect the wall.


A few spiders (few? This place was downright infested!) tried to stop me, but I found it a great time to practice my growing magical music powers. I found a dead Blackwold. They had tried to get in this way, but the spiders had proven to be too much for them.


Jon Brackenbrook and the other hunters went with me to try and defend Archet...

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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level Five, Archet


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War is coming to Archet! I never would have thought it, but a band of brigands who call themselves the Blackwolds are trying to take over the town! I don’t even live here, but I’ve been hired by a ranger named Strider to help out, and right now, I’m an official courier, on a mission to the nearby town of Combe, to ask for help.


No! It cannot be!

The gates out of the valley were blocked, with a band of Blackwolds holding them. I could not get to Combe, and Archet will get no help from outside. I had to get back to Cal Sprigley and let him know. Had to get back to Strider. I had to do something… Argh! To be so helpless on the eve of battle!

I returned to Archet, and told the sheriff…...

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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level Three, Archet


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I guess I should put a little down about me, in case I don’t become famous.  My name is Spamwiser.  Spamwiser Hamgee, named after my Da, Spamwise Hamgee — which most people I know have heard of. I was born in the Shire, in a little hole east of Hobbiton. My family had a passing acquaintance with old Bilbo Baggins — who didn’t in those days after his return?!

Well, my old Da was the best minstrel there ever was, and also an amazing cook. He made a small fortune selling blueberry muffins on his adventures. I decided that was what I would try, too.  So when I got my first job in Archet, I made it my goal to learn the most I could about music, and how to make the music that lives in everything work for me, and against my enemies.

Which brings me back to Archet.


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Spamwiser’s Journal: Level One, Archet


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My father tells me that he once traveled to a strange land far beyond the Shire. It’s hard to believe him, of course. He weaves such wonderful tales. But the images! We found hundreds of drawings, detailing his adventures and I am hard pressed to disbelieve.


Still, he is old now, and my own adventures seem to be afoot these days. Today I was accosted by a black rider, looking for some of the Baggins clan. I’d just seen Frodo a little earlier, and I fear he may be this dark man’s target, but it seems like all Baggins are in danger — and maybe everyone in the Shire!


A pair of rangers confronted the rider, and one of them was gravely wounded...

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Return to Middle Earth. Return to LOTRO


It has been a long time since I played Lord of the Rings Online. The Mines of Moria had just been opened. We made it as far as Lorien, and peeked inside, but could get no farther. It wasn’t free to play. But it was glorious. It was everything I had ever wanted in a video game, everything I had ever wanted Middle Earth to be.


Tonight I reinstalled the game, watched the old familiar intro movie. I felt the rush, the nostalgia, the intense desire to be a part of this world again. But… I didn’t play my beloved champs that I had raised from pups on the Arkenstone server. No, I wanted to start fresh. To see everything again, with new eyes.

I wanted this to be the adventure of Spamwise Hamgee. Rebooted, renewed, and just as hard to break as ever, back home, where he always belonged...

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