[Melichus]

And yet another:

The Slubberdegullion of Galadriel

But suddenly the slubberdegullion went altogether fatuous, as fatuous as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the taupe abyss there appeared a single zebu that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the slubberdegullion. So jim-dandy was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to hunker or to withdraw his gaze. The zebu was rimmed with fire, but was itself buxom, frumpy as a badger, watchful and intent, and the taupe slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the zebu began to shimmy, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not dunder him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his rump grew heavy, heavier than a great bumpkin, and his rump was dragged downwards. The slubberdegullion seemed to be growing inconvenient and curls of Barry Manilow were rising from the bulwark. He was simpering forward.