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Spectre of Decay
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Just thought of these to extend the agony:
Círdan: Right: I'm sick of hanging around here running a free cruise line for every Noldorin freeloader that turns up. We'll give that chit Galadriel and those Istari johnnies five more days; then we're all off back to Tol Eressëa without them. *Trails off mumbling about what he'll do if he sees another boat that day* Gwaihir: If you think that I've nothing better to do with my time than to rush about hither and yon carrying you and your friends, Mithrandir, you've another think coming. Tom Bombadil: Why do I have to rescue every group of morons that wanders through here? They got themselves into that pickle, so they can jolly well get themselves out of it. Right: where's my black suit? Radagast: Ruddy winged vermin! Everything I own is covered in guano! I'm off to see what Olórin's up to. At least he's not surrounded by blasted birds! Ghân-buri-Ghân: Me no help you. Wild Men no play with food. Get in pot. The Mouth of Sauron: Sauron says that he'd like to decide the battle with a game of charades. Are we still on for golf this weekend, Aragorn old chap? Celeborn: Look here, Darling: I'm supposed to be in charge around here, but I never seem to get a word in edgeways. Can't you go and make some rope or something while I find out what sort of people you've brought home this time? Gandalf: Actually, Saruman, you've got a good point: it's all completely hopeless. Would he let me have Eriador, do you think? [ October 09, 2002: Message edited by: Squatter of Amon Rudh ]
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