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Honestly, no one had time to dwell on portraiture in the the books. The megalithic sculptures at Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings, were commented on, because they happened to be passing underneath.
Frodo: Isn't that a wonderful painting, Sam?
Sam: Well, Mr. Frodo, it may be loverly and all, but it lacks perspective.
Frodo: Lacks what?
Sam: Begging your pardon, Mr. Frodo, but it's quite off, if you don't mind me saying so. It aint got three-point perspective.
Frodo: Sam, you've been hanging around the Elves again, haven't you?
*Sam blushes*
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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