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“Three rings for the Elves, seven for the Dwarves, nine for the Men, and one for himself: twenty rings he forged, and not one of them was for me!”
“Tsk, and they say women are obsessed with jewellery!”
“Thanks, Goldberry, I knew you would understand why I left him!”
“Yes, sweetheart, I told you before: Sauron’s not a good boyfriend.”
Gwinthir sighed: “He was hot back then, when he was corporeal. Now he’s just an eye! I mean, I don't want to sound shallow, but a woman has needs!”
“I feel you girl, you're totally right! Another cup of tea?”