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assANGEL$ ID: 2cc586 Oct. 1, 2024, 12:55 p.m. No.21690264   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>21690245

>'And it is also said, go not to the elves for consul, for they will say both no and yes', >>21690223

 

>>"It took a long while to satisfy [Lobelia Sackville-Baggins], as she had brought a complete inventory with her and went right through it. In the end she departed with Lotho and the spare key and the promise that the other key would be left at the Gamgees’ in Bagshot Row. She snorted, and showed plainly that she thought the Gamgees capable of plundering the hole during the night. Frodo did not offer her any tea." >>21690211 (You)

 

>>>… to learn the praise of a fair lady under the loving strokes of a Dwarf’s axe … >>21690197

 

>>>>“It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the …….

 

> >>21690183

 

>>>>>“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. >>21690162

 

>>>>>> where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them

 

>>>>> >>21690134

 

>>>>>>hobbits going to isengard

assANGEL$ ID: 2cc586 Oct. 1, 2024, 1:03 p.m. No.21690333   🗄️.is 🔗kun

"'If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you,' said Legolas. …

 

'If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,' answered Gandalf."

 

Then when they reach the Doors of Durin, and after enduring much questioning from the fellowship:

 

"'What are you going to do then?' asked Pippin, undaunted by the wizard's bristling brows.

 

'Knock on the doors with your head, Peregrin Took,' said Gandalf. 'But if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will seek for the opening words.'"

assANGEL$ ID: 2cc586 Oct. 1, 2024, 1:07 p.m. No.21690358   🗄️.is 🔗kun

‘Good evening. Mr. Baggins!’ he said. ‘Glad indeed I am to see you safe back. But I’ve a bone to pick with you, in a manner o’ speaking, if I may make so bold. You didn’t never ought to have a’ sold Bag End, as I always said. That’s what started all the mischief. And while you’re been trapessing in foreign parts, chasing Black Men up mountains from what my Sam says, though what for he don’t make clear, they’ve been and dug up Bagshot Row and ruined my taters!’