Dethman strolled across rolling fields of dew-kissed grass, humming absentmindedly to himself. The morning sun seared his mortal flesh, but he kept on walking. Life in Middle-Earth could not have been better. But as he paused to admire the rosy-fingered dawn, a rabbit fell from the sky and landed on his head. Dethman slumped onto the damp ground, a whispered curse escaping from his lips as he faded into backness.