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Originally Posted by Mithalwen
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Originally Posted by Oddwen
Elrond drones on and on about the last alliance, and starts to quote his own poetry (namely: "Ode to a Lump of Green Putty I found in my Armpit this Morning"), and Boromir prepares to gnaw his own arm off.
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Please, Lord Elrond is NOT a vogon  |
Neither was the creature that actually wrote that particular poem.
Elrond: Come on, is it
that much of a chore to take a
nice family picture to send to Celebrian? Elrohir, you get rid of these things immediately, that was not amusing. And Estel, stop pretending to pick your nose, please.
Abedithon le,
~ Saphy ~