My precious, eh? I think that mine are my binder (I don't know why, I don't keep anything really personal in it. I simply go berzerk when someone takes it. luckily for them, noone has tried to rummage through it or anything... they'd better hope that it stays like that...), the stand for my bass clarinet (People are always taking it when I'm not looking and calling it an 'anal-probe' which it sadly does resemble... in a somewhat-frightening way), and my most preciousss of precioussses, my copy of the Silmarillion that I carry around with me at all times, my friends have seen it so often that they call me the local 'Preist of Tolkien' and that the Silmarillion is 'My Bible'. I am 100% serious about this. I even figured out how to tell people to "Burn in Hell" in elvish (Okay, I admit, it's actually "Burn in the Abyss, but you get the point...)
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My time is at an end, for I have walked from Valinor to the Far-east where men have not gone for millennia. Demons have fallen before me. And now... I must rest...
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