Sigh. Tis a great, great shame to have lost such as this. Alas, how the tears fall at the passing of what could have been great. How the good die young whilst the old linger on, aging with the withering trees, waiting for an update which will never come until they are forced to say what must be said. Adieu, farewell and goodbye.
Whoa! Check out the metaphores on the Theoden kid!! Whoop whoop!
SF
Author's response
You spelt aging wrong.