"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."
“I can’t be the only one who finds their mind a bit..clouded, can I? Is there anyone who feels..particularly fine? Other than that I feel no reasons to be concerned with much anything at the moment. I have scars that I don’t recall receiving but they hardly hurt and my home I suppose is a bit fuzzy but I imagine I must have hit my head.
A call towards a passerby. It’s oddly worrisome, but his chest feels so light of worries at the same time, so it’s all very confusing.
"You, Over there. Do you relate perhaps?”
“Hm?”
[Haru stopped suddenly, overhearing an unfamiliar voice call out to him. He glanced around until he had finally noticed someone point at him, and a small smile formed upon his lips. But upon hearing his question he couldn’t help but to pout. Dangit, of all things…he didn’t want to think about why he was there or how he got to this place anyhow! He was just in Enoshima a while back ago..right?]
“Relate to what? Not knowing what’s going on? Yeah! And I don’t know why, it’s horrible and it’s making my head hurt!"
Despite how perplexed Frodo was, the smile remained on his face, as if it were merely a headache, a pressing one, that would bother him greatly if he dwelt overmuch.
The downfall of being Frodo Baggins was that he was entirely too curious, and so he did dwell on it.
"Agreed. Yes, I knew I was hardly the only one!” He chuckled, trying to lighten the whole mess, canting his curly head.
“I don’t suppose tea or a good snack would solve it, do you? Or a good night’s rest, but something must be causing this sort of headache!”