Your wish is granted. Michel Delving becomes Nottingham, all proceeds go to the corrupt Prince Faramir, and the hobbitry stand in need of a benevolent hero in green tights.
I wish I could bear one of the Elven rings.
Argh. Cross-post. Well I like this answer, so I'm leaving it...
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
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