So, Bill, during your time in the Shire, did you feel a strange kinship with Wormtongue coming on? Did you find yourself thinking 'Hmm... with all this crawling, cringing and flattering the big guy, Worm's starting to remind me of Uncle Grishnakh! Only Uncle G's better looking-- 'course I'm handsomest of all! Exotic orcish eyes, stern mannish jaw, best possible combination. Thanks, Mom!'
Frodo, don't you think your ol' pal Sam was almost becoming one of those singing wizard-elves by the end? Come to think of it, you were going that way yourself: 'Aiya elenion ancalima!' --with which you helped Sam ('Gilthoniel, A Elbereth!') rearrange the spiritual innards of those poor put-upon door warden vulture-things at the tower.
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