|
I'm not much a fan of Dwarves, and Thorin and the Dwarves were pretty much dead wood on the journey from the Shire to Erebor.
But talking malevolent dragons with hypnotic sight and limitless sarcasm? And the cowardly way Turin stabbed him in the belly? Pffft! Some hero! No contest here....
++Glaurung
__________________
And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
|