And not one in ten thousand knows your name
Copied from conversation with
erzebeta, because it highly, highly amuses me.
I move to award Algernon Charles Swinburne geek points in retrospect for being a Peter Jackson hobbit.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
*accidentally conflates Proserpine and Galadriel and needs to lie down*
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I move to award Algernon Charles Swinburne geek points in retrospect for being a Peter Jackson hobbit.

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
*accidentally conflates Proserpine and Galadriel and needs to lie down*
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Good heavens, so he is.
Now I'm trying not to imagine the Elvish Spanking Academy....
Nine
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But Frodo will be safe, for if Sam hears JOZYXQE, Sam will surely kill the diaries . . .
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What the hell are you reading them with?