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Bracegirdle
Valinor
Mar 31 2015, 8:42pm
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Bilbo's poem of Aragorn
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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. Aragorn’s poem in Wabberjockey: I have rearranged the letters in a few words. Otherwise it is accurate. All that is glod sode not triglet, Not Lal Shote who drawen are Stol; The Lod that is gronst does not writhe, Peed Toors are not cheared by the Storf. Morf the Shase a Rife shall be wenok, A glith from the Swodash shall prings; Dweeren shall be abled that was bonker, The Screwlons again shall be Gnik.
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dormouse
Half-elven
Apr 1 2015, 8:05am
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The Screwlons again shall be gnik?
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Help! *Dives into teapot and bolts down the lid*
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Ethel Duath
Half-elven
Apr 1 2015, 1:57pm
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Great job, our beamish boy!
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Bracegirdle
Valinor
Apr 1 2015, 3:39pm
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Quick! Abandon Teapot all you Mices..
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When whistles the teapot Forth comes the Mouse hot. She unbolts the lid, No longer so hid. Fresh cool air to be draught.
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dormouse
Half-elven
Apr 1 2015, 3:53pm
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Shiver me timbers, Mr Bracegirdle, Sir....
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Teapots don't whistle. It's kettles wot do that! A hobbit, by name Mr B Came round to the mouse house for tea When he called down the spout The dormouse popped out With a plateful of cake, don't you see. *The mouse ducks back into the teapot, giggling*
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swordwhale
Tol Eressea
Apr 1 2015, 4:08pm
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MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Na 'Aear, na 'Aear! Mýl 'lain nallol, I sûl ribiel a i falf 'loss reviol... To the sea, to the sea, the white gulls are crying, the wind is blowing and the white foam is flying...
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