I woke up this morning having dreamed that Gimli's ancestors deep in the Mines had built huge organs that could move the roots of mountains, but after some problems had been limited to building harmoniums and now, all they could muster were accordions and the like, leaving Gimli a demon on the melodeon. Frodo in the tombs had found an ancient Hohner harmonica in Eb, and Legolas played uilleann pipes, meaning the only way he could get mobility in battle was to get in a wheelchair and push him around.

And then there was the problem of getting past Shelob in the WarSoner BroyCorp Lair.

You've got to get on with it EJ, so the purity of your story remains unsullied by such thoughts.

Cheers, Rowan