"in the quiet glens of the shire, a furtive game is oft afoot, where halflings sidestep the wary eyes of their kin to play under the moon's gentle light. with a predisjunctive glance, they survey the board as if it were a map of middle earth itself, pondering moves with the wisdom of wizards. and when the sun's first light breaches the horizon, they recommence from the start, as if no game had ever been played, leaving no trace but the memory of shared joy and whispered laughter."