Forgive me, I'm doing it again, but I've had this scene running through my mind since yesterday and I'll go insane if I don't type it out:
At the Ford of Bruinen, the Nazgūl hisses: "Give us the halfling, she-elf!"
Arwen sings: "Whaaaat would you want with a hobbit? Caaaaaan't you see that I'm much sweeter? IIIIII'm your little Sen-yor-eeter. Yooou are my type of guy! Let me straighten your tie, and I shall dance for you!"
(Sen-yor-eeter = Seńorita)
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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