*throws down Glorfindel's letter, glowering extravagantly*
Roger, I'm afraid I must be leaving Gondor. Dinner was lovely - I cannot tell you how impressed I am with your skills with a fork. And the roast was excellent.
Now. I am going to require a boat, I think, unless I can catch a certain pointy-eared conniver before he sets sail. *ponders* Or should I just let him have the pretty-er, the RING, that is. Hmm. I want my pretty back. Shadowfax! Here, Shady, Shady! I've got an apple with your name on it....
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