You've been discussing Tolkien for years, decades. For me, it's been at least 20 years on the Internet alone (now there's a sobering thought), and even longer if you consider the age of prehistoric barbarism before the PC. You've discussed every issue, every subtle nuance, every arcane or trivial point, every shred, iota and detail hundreds, even thousands of times.
And...yet...you...cannot...simply...walk...away... from...whipping...these...dead...
horses:
1) Balrog's Wings?
2) The nature of Tom Bombadil?
3) The Arkenstone, a Silmaril?
4) Was Legolas blonde?
5) Orcs descended from Elves?
6) Why didn't the Eagles simply fly Frodo to Mt. Doom?
7) Why is a raven like a writing desk? *
8) Who are the Blue Wizards?
9) Celeborn, where's he from?
10) The oldest being in Middle-earth?
* Number seven thrown in to assure you were paying attention.
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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.
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