“Don’t you leave her, Samwise Gamgee” And I don’t mean to, I don’t mean to.
Baby I’ll make you scream like the Nazgul.
Are you the ring? Cause I’ve got my eye on you.
I’d like to have an Inn at your prancing pony.
Are you an Orc? Cause baby, you’re making my String glow.
Honey, you’re like a balrog-smoking Hot !
Hey, baby. Wanna blow my Horn of Gondor?
Your beauty has pierced my heart like a Morgul Blade.
A wizard is never premature. He finishes precisely when he means to.
Are you Gandalf? Because you have me seeing fireworks.