things that creep and fly

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lotr + dunedain rangers

Peace and freedom do you say? The North would have known them little but for us. Fear would have destroyed them. But when dark things come from the houseless hills, or creep from the sunless woods, they fly from us. What roads would any dare to tread, what safety would there be in quiet lands, or in the homes of simple men at night, if the Dúnedain were asleep, or were all gone into the grave? And yet, less thanks have we than you. Travellers scowl at us, and countrymen give us scornful names. “Strider” I am to one fat man who lives within a day’s march from foes that would freeze his heart, or lay his little town in ruin, if he were not guarded ceaselessly. Yet we would not have it otherwise. If simple folk are free from care and fear, simple they will be, and we must be secret to keep them so.

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4TH EPISODE OF MARIU’S JUNGLE: MONUS THE BEETLE

Today I found a beetle in my room, it was flying around and hell, it was scary. It was really big and nasty and at first I thought it was a giant bee. I was really calm reading some books for History class and its force of a project and the THE sound came. It was like a machine was malfunctioning or something. Then, I looked around and I saw this kind of animal with big wings the size of my hands and I just left everything and got out.

I am not typically afraid of insects, not even big spiders, but I do hate flying things because they give me the creeps. Typically flying things also bite or sting and when I saw this insect I was so panicked I just got out of my room and left.

I was too panicked to even name this thing, but now that I am calm I’ll do it: its name was (because I killed it) Monus the beetle.

I decided to kill Monus once I realized I wouldn’t be calm in my own room if it stayed there. I never kill the animals that appear in my room, not even Mandi the bee.

The first picture is of Monus, I think because its weird and circular shape it was pregnant. The secoms picture, is of my new kit for living in Mariu’s Jungle: an old shoe of my dad’s and Baygon.

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lotr + female dúnedain rangers

You know little of the lands beyond your bounds. Peace and freedom, do you say? The North would have known them little but for us. Fear would have destroyed them. But when dark things come from the houseless hills, or creep from the sunless woods, they fly from us. What roads would any dare to tread, what safety would there be in quiet lands, or in the homes of the simple men at night, if the Dunedain were asleep, or were all gone into the grave?