So Arthur, dutiful grandfather, typed into the search bar: The Rings of Power Season 2 .
The Harfoot gasped. The grumpy Elf actually cracked a smile. And Arthur felt a gentle, gravitational tug—like a DVR rewind—that pulled him backwards through the static. Searching for- the rings of power season 2 in-A...
He landed back on his sofa with a soft oomph . The TV was on. The documentary about peat bogs was just beginning. So Arthur, dutiful grandfather, typed into the search
The “A” hung there, quivering. Arthur leaned forward. In A? In America? In Amazon? In Auckland ? And Arthur felt a gentle, gravitational tug—like a
A grumpy Elf in a high-vis vest was stamping tickets. He looked at Arthur. “Name?”
“Not all who wander are lost. But you, Arthur, are certainly misplaced.”
“Gramps, you have to see it. The Siege of Eregion. It’s… it’s like someone made a painting scream.”