Elrond to Frodo: I HATE this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink. And every time I do I feel I have somehow been infected by it. It's repulsive, isn't it? I must get out of here. I must get free and what you have is the ring, my ring. Once Lorien is destroyed there is no need for me to be here, don't you understand? I need the ring. I have to get inside Mordor, and you have to tell me how. You're going to tell me or you're going to die.
(hehe, the Matrix is one of my favorites, right up there with LOTR)
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