Frodo: It's bad enough you're holding us here against our will, Captain Faramir, but do we really have to watch you try on wedding dresses as well?
Sam (whispering to Frodo between his teeth): Just humor him, and maybe we'll get out of here sooner!
Cheers!
Lyta
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“…she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.”
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