Beanimer introduced me to on of her teachers the other day. Normal people would say something like this is "my friend..." ect., but no! She said "This the Elusive Spirit, she's just as obsessed with LOTR as I am." He replied that he was sorry. I told him not to be, then bowed in propper hobbit fashion and said "At your service."
Beanimer and I then proceded to sing the hobbit drinking song (approprate for any occasion), much to the disgust of my sister. It's just fun to bother her that way!
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Before these fields were shorn and tilled,
Full to the brim our rivers flowed;
The melody of waters filled
The fresh and boundless wood,
And torrents dashed, and rivlets played,
And fountains spouted in the shade.
-Bryant
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