Go ahead and smoke um, Pippin.
Go ahead eat them all Merry.
Purse your lips, so all of us want to kiss you, Legolas.
Swoon and sing me a smirk a cute blush under, mighty Aragorn.
Why am I so stuck here, with a monocle with a bleak smile
As I keep reading and watching.
Aah for the love of being a nerd, a dweeb and would love Eowyn with all
her dirt ash blonde by my side.
The joys of a world,
in a world,
that was never,
in New Zealand.
Pencil rough to outline
Finished without enhancement.
… the memory of a pen
that fills this page,
a pencil went looking
for it’s future.
It saw the memory
of the vale of Kor-tirion,
it ached and gasp tears
of graphite fears.
9 days equals to half a week to get me through.
9 nights, 9 days did Odin got through and be Runic about it.
9 men turned into something new because of one, that
9 fingered Frodo left us with a fantasy compared to none.
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from Denethor you are recieved,
from Boromir you are percieved,
from Faramir you are believed. . .
to Eowyn of power,
of Arwen in her stature,
and Galadriels’ tears you remain loved.
Who bore you, mighty You?
Huan told me,
That Beren was a good one.
That Hurin did nothing
of any sort to be a good father.
But Dale did something
so he knows he did try
to fell a magnificent one.
All we are none without our loved ones.