I couldn't get past the image of a tiny hobbit atop a huge Elven steed. Kinda like a peanut on a squirrel. Hyah! Whoa, boy!
It's all yours, Beren.
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- I must find the Mountain of Fire and cast the thing into the gulf of Doom. Gandalf said so. I do not think I shall ever get there.
- Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
- Where are we going?...And why am I in this handbasket?
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