Gimli: Give me your name, horsemaster, and I'll give you mine.<BR>Eomer: I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher off the ground.<BR>Legolas: You would die before you sword fell!<P>Frodo: I am Frodo, of the Shire, and this is my companion, Sam<BR>Faramir: Your bodyguard?<BR>Sam: His gardener.<P>Gimli: What is happening?<BR>Legolas: Would you like me to describe it to you, or shall I fetch you a box?<P>Aragorn: Ladders!<BR>Gimli: Good!<P>Gimli: 2! 2 already!<BR>Legolas: I'm at 19.<BR>Gimli: 18... 19...20...21...22...<P>Gollum: AAAhhh! What's he doing? Stupid fat hobbit! He ruins it!<BR>Sam: What's to ruin, there's hardly any meat on him. What we need is some nice juicy taters.<BR>Gollum: What's taters, precious?<BR>Sam: Po-ta-toes! Cook em! Eat em! Stick em in a stew! Nice lovely, beautiful chips!<BR>Gollum: *raspberry* <BR>Sam: Even you couldn't say no to that!<BR>Gollum: Oh yes we could! Give it to me raw, and (can't understand him). You keep your stupid chips!
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