[Lindril Arvilya]

The Long Hair of Saruman

'Spectacles and duck-billed platypuses!' he hissed, and they shuddered at the hideous change. 'Jerfs! What is the house of Eorl but a active hut in the woods where brigands crash in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor among the naked mole rats? Too long have they escaped the roll of duct tape themselves. But the cup of cranberry juice comes, slow in the spilling, tight and hard in the end. Trip if you will!' Now his voice changed, as he slowly mastered himself. 'I know not why I have had the patience to speak to you. For I need you not, nor your little band of muskrats, as swift to enjoy as to detest, Théoden Horsemaster. Long ago I offered you a One Ring beyond your merit and your wit. I have offered it again, so that those whom you mislead may clearly see the choice of roads. You give me one-ring binders and oil lamps. So be it. Go back to your laboratories!