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Pippin: I cannot read the fiery letters...
Gandalf [Offscreen]: No, but I can. The letters are Elvish, of an Ancient Mode, but the language is that of Mordor, which I shall not utter here. But this, in the Common Tongue, is what is said, close enough:
One Cloak to Rule them all, One Cloak to find them
One Cloak to Wrap them all, and in the warmth bind them
It is only two lines of a verse long known in Elven-lore:
Silky Cloaks for the Elf-Lords under the sky,
Rough Cloaks for the Dwarf Lords in their halls of stone,
Mass-produced Itchy Cloaks for mortal Men, doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor, where the Mosquitoes fly,
One Cloak to Rule them all, One Cloak to find them
One Cloak to Wrap them all, and in the warmth bind them
In the Land of Mordor, where the Mosquitoes fly.
This is the Master Cloak, the One Cloak to rule them all. This is the One Cloak that he sewed many ages ago, to protect him from mosquito bites. He greatly desires it - but he must not get it!
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