I just can't wait for the day when one of the hobbits (Pippin most likely) will walk up to the bar and ask for...
"A martini. Shaken, not stirred."
Or would that be more of a Ranger drink?
In Rivendell, all nine members of the fellowship dancing around on tables and singing:
"We're the Fellowship of the Ring of Power, we're off to the Dark Tower.
We do routines, and border scenes, and footwork imp-e-cable;
We dine well here in Rivendell, we eat cream and cocoa and caramel!"
ok, so the rhyming sucked, but oh well...
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