My Dreams Are The Usual Incoherent Nonsense.

His Cloak Was His Crowning Glory; Sable, Thick And Black And Soft As Sin.

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

Tolkien Can Say That Aragorn Became King And Reigned For A Hundred Years, And He Was Wise And Good. But Tolkien Doesn’t Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn’s Tax Policy? Did He Maintain A Standing Army? What Did He Do In Times Of Flood And Famine? And What About All These Orcs? By The End Of The War, Sauron Is Gone But All Of The Orcs Aren’t Gone – They’re In The Mountains. Did Aragorn Pursue A Policy Of Systematic Genocide And Kill Them? Even The Little Baby Orcs, In Their Little Orc Cradles?

"come At Once," She Had Written To Him. "help Me. Save Me. I Need You Now As I Have Never Needed You Before. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. Come At Once"

I Crossed A Thousand Leagues To Come To You, And Lost The Best Part Of Me Along The Way. Don't Tell Me To Leave.