Part 20 - The Forest Kingdoms
"I speak all sorts of languages!" does Bilfro squeaketh.
"Although, runes are rarely spoken, except in the company of fellows named Rune-eh... Or any other such combination, such as Rune-eh-the-Prune, although that was more of a nickname for a fellow in the village next over from the neighbouring village where I briefly stayed for a couple of semi-quarter half decades to research how fungus interacted with fire under water during a thunderstorm, which I must admit was rather underwhelming as far as dramatic and epic events are concerned and yet, yet had this tantalising quality of making you wonder what could, nay, would happen if you use more or less of any of the elements involved, except for Rune-the-Prune, of course, because he was quite a few straws short of a hat, if you know what I mean, and by a few I mean a whole brim and a half," he elaborates, tapping the tip of his nose knowingly.
A brief pause to inhale and a confused look.
"What was the question?"