So, hey, how about that Weather. Top?
My love for you is deeper than the lodes of Mithril in Khazad-dum.
Speak, friend, and enter… your number in my phone.
I’ll be your Isildur and you can be my bane.
I couldn’t help but notice all of these losers circling you like Nazgul… why don’t we get out of here and go back to my Mathom-house?
No, we haven’t met, unless you count in the Mirror of Galadriel.
I’m not usually this forward, but, you’ve broken down my barriers like Grond.
Offering the Red Arrow
Was that a Middle-Earthquake? or did you just rock my world?
I’ve heard about a great new club… want to go There and Back Again?